"Should I punch something, shoot something, or pick a lock?" James sat in his room, feet up on a desk, talking to himself. "I think I'll shoot something. Something not human, preferably." He started to stand, and walk out the door, heading to the lift that would take him to the training room. "Something not important, either." James strolled along a corridor. He turned a corner, and walked straight to the lift. He pressed a button to call it down, and began to wait for it. After a while, the lift still hadn't arrived at James' floor. "The lift really is taking it's time. Must be some guy weighing it down." James stepped back to look at the indicator of which floor that the lift was on. It stopped a floor below him, then began to come up and [i]past[/i] the floor that he was on, and to the floor above. "Oh come on! Is someone playing a trick on me?"

"Affirmative, agent Iowa," said a fairly cheerful voice. It was FILSS. "I knew it was you." James said, giving out a tiny chuckle. "Come on, just bring the lift down, FILSS. I've got training to do." He couldn't help but grin, though. The fact that FILSS had played a trick on him was quite funny. The lift came to James' floor, and he stepped in, pushing the button for the training room floor. As he was carried up the ship, he yawned, and began to sing. Well, it was more like James was 'attempting' to sing. "And then he shot me, and then I killed him. But no I didn't. He stepped back up!" He realized how horrible his singing sounded, and just kept quiet for the small remainder of the lift trip.

The doors opened, and James stepped out of the lift. He walked into the locker room, and began to put on his armour. After a little struggling, he got it onto him. He slid his head into the helmet, and smiled. He had always liked his armour. James walked past the observation area, and down to the door into the training room. As the door opened, he saw that Agents Massachusetts and California were already in the room. "Sorry, didn't realize that the [i]ladies[/i] were in here. I'd better step out, they might bite me!" He chuckled, and stepped back through the door. He walked back up to the observation area, where he would have a clear view down and into the training room, and began to watch California and Massachusetts '[i]do whatever they wanted to do[/i]'.