Penn watched South and Carolina both left in their own rights, both having failed as well. No, every single Agent failing? That was too far fetched for him to buy, and he rose as North and South withdrew, no dissapointment on his face, not as such. No, he was mad, pissed beyond belief. So many equipment failures and glaringly bad intel? That wasn't poor planning and support, that was a full blown betrayal in the field by his superiors. And he wasn't going to just stand for that idly. But first, he had to confirm with the ship's resident expert on all the weapons they would be issued. The armory would have such a man, or woman, inside. The charges shouldn't have failed, not after the checks he had made, likewise, when the simulation ended, the grenades took too long to go off as well. No, that much faulty equipment on that kind of mission? Impossible. They were set up, and the failure had little to do with his own ability and talent. But he, like previously considered, needed proof. 

Penn was a very common person in the armory, always coming by, checking on gear, armor, weapons he was assigned, and so on. No matter where he had been stationed, he made himself frequent in the armory, working and talking with them to keep in very good terms. And so it wasn't surprising he knew at least one guy down there, and sat down to start talking gory details about the equipment, possible malfunctions, and everything else that had gone wrong in that mission without really giving anything away about it to figure out how he could call out those sons of bitches in command. He had seen how South looked, and Iowa for that matter. No, that didn't sit well with him, and once he had amassed the technical data, headed straight for the testing areas. He was going to find the man in charge and rip him a new asshole, figuratively in most chances.