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Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

Donovan listened dutifully as he downed a water bottle to wash down his meal. He was a little shocked at the youth of Iowa and Massachusetts, but clearly the Director saw fit to put them on the team. Montana looked more the part however. He was just as tall as Donovan, and nearly as big. He also was clearly older than Iowa and Massachusetts, though younger than Donovan.

His train of thought was interrupted as Massachusetts continued speaking. She made a good point: how was the command structure going to work? Donovan reasoned it would have something to do with the upcoming evaluations, which reminded him: he should probably get to the training area, and get a start on preparing for the evaluations. He started to stand, and spoke to the other freelancers at the table. "I dunno about you guys, but I think everyone else has gotten enough of a head-start on us for today. I'm heading up to the training area," With that, he made for the door.

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

Donovan accepted the tray, and gave a nod of thanks to Massachusetts. He turned back to the server, chuckling as he spoke, "In that case, I'll take the chicken," Donovan continued down the line, placing some carrots, and a small cup of apple crisp on the tray. He sat down at the nearest table with the group, placing his helmet on the seat beside him. The others quickly joined Donovan at the table, with Massachusetts next to him, and Montana across. He immediately dug into the food, quickly eating through the carrots, and then starting on the chicken wrap. He only looked up when he finished the meal in front of him. He saw that Massachusetts had taken off her helmet.

Donovan grinned inwardly. "She is a pretty one," he thought, but Donovan quickly shook the idea from his head. She was a comrade in arms, not a girl at the bar. He turned his mind back to the question she had posed. "I'm a former marine, Sergeant First Class. I had a lot of experience, and apparently, whoever was in charge of recruiting us liked what they saw, so I was recruited."

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

Donovan gave another smile, this time to the freelancer in white. He spoke to Montana. "Welcome to the party! I'm Donovan, or Illinois. I'm an explosives expert. What do you do Montana?" He continued down the hall with the group, and approached the door to the mess hall. He quickly opened the door, and went immediately to the serving line. He flashed a winning smile at the server, and spoke, "Good morning! Your finest filet mignon and lobster please! And some for my friends as well," He gestured back to the group.

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

With a laugh, Donovan responded to Massachusetts. "Luckily, I'm a better soldier than navigator," But the thought lingered in his head. He'd have to do better if he was to carry he weight on the Mother of Invention. Montana clearly knew where he was going. Donovan resolved to pay more attention. As he continued down the hall, Donovan's thoughts turned to the upcoming tests. "What could they be? he wondered to himself, "Will it be a general test? Or will it be specialized for each person? I can't imagine it will be anything extreme so early in the project,"

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

Donovan shrugged as the fourth freelancer left to room. He turned to Massachusetts and Iowa, and spoke. "Well, no use waiting then, is there? Let's get on our way!" He then strode from the room. Donovan continued down the hall, and approached the elevator. When it arrived, Donovan stepped in, and was about to jab one of the many buttons, when he realized he didn't remember where to the mess hall was. He sheepishly asked Massachusetts, "Do you remember what floor it's on? I've, eh, not really paid much attention since I came aboard,"

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

Donovan smiled broadly as the two freelancers agreed to join him. He noticed that a freelancer was already leaving through the door by the time he was done speaking. He was clearly very good at moving silently, and Donovan made note of that. He returned his attention to Massachusetts and Iowa. "Glad to make your acquaintance James. My designation is Illinois." He followed Massachusetts to the door. When she stopped to speak to California, he stopped as well, and added, "Come on! The more the merrier!"

Donovan waved for California to join him as he exited the room, and started down the hall.

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

Will post later tonight, around nine. I have dnd.

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

Donovan stood, glad to finally have a plan on what to do: Kill time. After scooping up his helmet, Donovan approached Massachusetts, and a freelancer he didn't recognize in green and purple armor. He addressed the pair. "Hey guys! Hell of a welcome wagon huh?" He chuckled "I don't know about you two, but I haven't eaten yet. Wanna head down to the mess hall, grab some grub?"

Donovan made for the door, when he realized he had yet to introduce himself to the freelancer beside Massachusetts. He spun about, and extended his arm. "Good to meet you, by the way. I'm Donovan!"

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

Can't post till late today. I have stage crew.

Red vs Blue: Project Freelancer

It seemed the floodgates were open, and a stream of freelancers filed into the room. They all took separate positions in the room. Donovan grinned in greeting to the blue clad freelancer. "Morning to you too Massachusetts! Hope you're morning is going well." He then gestured toward California. "You met California yet?" he was about to continue speaking when two men entered the room. One was the man that interviewed him, and the other seemed to be in charge. He spoke authoritatively as he admonished Massachusetts.

Donovan quickly made his way back to his seat. It would seem he was sitting alone for now, as it would seem most of the freelancers had taken residence in the back most portion of the room. Donovan placed his helmet down on the table, and listened to the man in charge as he spoke.