Milo watched the others get up and leave off towards the "Mission briefing." 

"Alright, Gamma, time to go... don't even get to eat... this day just gets better and better doesn't it?"
[i] "I'm not sure what you are talking about" [/i]
"Gamma, come on"
[i]"But what if it's a trick?" [/i]
"Oh, you're right that would be a good trick taking all the agents in one room, and then blowing up the room... clever people.."
[i]"Do you still want to go?" [/i]
"Not really now that I'm thinking about bombs..."
[i]"But what if it really is a mission briefing?"[/i]
"See now you're doubling back on yourself"
[i]"Yes and you're now thinking about going" [/i]
"Maybe.." Milo said as his head started buzzing slightly, "What's that?"
[i]"Mission data," [/i]
"Oh... so it was a real briefing...?"
[i]"It appears so," [/i]
"You knew it was real the whole time didn't you?"
[i]"You have no proof"[/i]
-Milo facepalms- "Let's get moving, mark it on the HUD. Gamma, thats the womens quarters..."
After this Gamma fixed the marker as Oregon ran to the meeting. "Sorry I'm la- Washington... why are you... oh well. Here and reporting for duty, now what do I need to do?" he asked a little out of breath, before feeling his stomach growl.