Who: Alice and Lucas Frost What: Unwanted/Unexpected conversation, during training When: March 11th; 2:30am Where: Hologym Rating/Warning: TBD: Possible language and angst Status: Closed and Incomplete
Training sucked. Physically Alice was already worn out; having worked the last six hours down in the storage room, sitting in that little make shift mirror box that had been built for the young woman so she could spy and do recon for the Regiment. Every day was pretty much the same as the one before it. Headaches and filtering through thousands of reflective surfaces, nose bleeds and a rumbly tummy. After grabbing some food, and sometimes a quick nap, the tiny Frost would head over to the gym or the hologym as well. To work on the training that her handler requested her to complete. Oh the girl was practically useless in the field; having always been used as support to portal folks around, or spy before a team was sent on a mission. So doubling up on support and now active field training just had her beat.
Physically worn down, and emotionally as well thanks to her girlfriend being shipped away, Alice felt so very tired. Still as the program ran in the hologym she did her best to focus. Hiding behind a wall and sighing softly to herself as she spared a glance up to the top of the building where her objective was waiting. Too many holographic troops were blocking her way to the door, and since simply opening a portal was against the rules the Alice found herself at a loss for what to do. Oh there was no real danger of the guns that the holographic men were wielding; aside from stinging like a bitch and leaving her skin covered in ugly bruises. Already she had been shot in the leg, the back, twice on her stomach, and the young woman was sporting a nasty bruise on her cheek too. But as badly as she wanted to just give up; go back to her room and curl into bed, she decided to give it one more try.
The moment she stood up to make her attack though the sound of the door opening to the hologym drew her focus away from the program...and as the holographic terrorists opened fire the littlest Frost let out a cry of pain as she took a few rounds to the back. "Son of a biscuit! Computer end program!" With a groan she sat on the floor, wincing as the sting on her back started to really burn, but when the program faded away and she caught sight of just who was standing in the door...a frown and dark eyes were seen across her features.