A young private walked up to a jeep. She hopped on and turned the key. Hearing the engine start up, she looked back to her training instructor. "Are you sure these are the correct coordinates?"
"Yes, Private Sota. Good luck." The man said.
"Thank you for training me, Captain Walker. So long." The private drove off towards her new base.
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A man in gray and yellow armor looked at the many targets he faced. Whipping out his assault rifle - that technically wasn't his - he shot each target quickly.
Then a female voice sounded. "Is that not Agent Minnesota's rifle, Agent Washington?"
The man went from his focused mood to anger and pain.
"F.I.L.S.S, never say her name around me." Agent Washington growled. "You know what her name does to me. And yes, this was her rifle. Now, return to the session."
The program got confused. "She has been dead for years, Age-"
"Just return to the session!" He snapped.
"As you wish."