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Old 07-09-2015, 08:30 PM

"Close the blast doors," he shouted over the sound of gunfire and explosions boomed in the background. As a shell landed close to his feet, the dirt the sprayed up caused the male to growl.

"Really?"
Snapping his head to the soldier beside him. "You couldn't close the blast door. And now we get to die and start over... again."

Sure enough, the shell burst apart and forced the simulation to end. It was training day for new recruits and Senior Spec Ops Agent Oliver Barton was tasked with picking out his replacement squad mates.

Stepping from the simulation machine, he pinched the bridge of his nose while bearing his teeth. Hand up, he signaled that he did not want to talk. There was no way he wanted to chat about a third failed attempt.

"We're done for today. I am sick of getting blown up. We'll try again tomorrow."

Head shaking, the raven with the military-cut hair shuffled his way out of the simulation station. There was no need to be here anymore. It would just piss him off. Ollie wasn't usually this bad but today, ugh, it just was one nightmare after the next.

Rubbing his face with his 3-fingered hand, he grunted while walking to the water machine. Pouring out a nice glass of fresh water, he downed it in a second before refilling to splash some on his face. The water always seemed to follow the scarred contours that ran down his lip and eyebrow so most of the water was falling off the left-side of his face.

"Gah," he crumpled up the paper cup before ditching it in the trash. It was time to get a strong, hard drink. Something to kick out the aches of today.

While walking to the bar, he reeled back to check a brick he had recently discovered. It seemed different and he was enjoying the odd properties it had. Whenever he removed the brick and put something where the brick once was, it would magically vanish and never return. Today, he patted his pocket, he was going to try dropping a letter in the presumed wormhole.

"Here goes nothing," he said. Letter in, brick back, he nodded and continued on his way. Tomorrow he'd check to see if anything happened.