RP: Troy, Callen, Sam Who: Troy, Callen, Sam Where: Training center When: right after morning training, April 17, 2012 Summary: Troy figures out that it's time to talk to the people who know what they are doing.
After Sunday night, Troy had been thinking about what to do. He wanted to speak with John, but he decided that it could wait for a few days more. Talking to Callen and Sam was more important, because he didn't have much time before school started, and he wasn't joking when he said that between school, flying, homework there would be little time for anything else. Talking to them was also something that could easily be avoided, because it wasn't like they spent anytime outside of training together.
It was time, though. He couldn't come up with excuses day after day. Or probably he could, but he wasn't helping anyone, so he told Sean that he'd join them for lunch late and after training, he went to Callen. "Hey, do you think you and Sam have a minute for me before lunch? If not, it's cool."
Troy watched as Callen just looked at him and then at Sam, and he decide that those two had some kind of power, because Sam said something to Deeks and then joined them, and how the fuck he knew was something that Troy would never understand. He also didn't spend a lot of time thinking about it. Instead he waited until everyone was out. Of course, people cleared out pretty quick.
"So... this is going to sound crazy, at least Sean thinks so, and if you guys have too much on your plate, I completely understand, but-" Right, this was the part about asking about extra training without knowing what he even needed to improve on, other than everything. "Would you consider starting training half an hour early? Maybe split days? Or even a day each? I'll take whatever I can get." He realized that he hadn't really explained. "I mean for personal instruction, not the whole group. You know when you said that joking about training makes it look like I don't care? That's never been the case, but it's training to escape, to get out of here alive, you know? then Sean said something-" And panic set in, but that part wasn't really necessary to make his point. "Anywhere, extra training."
Sam crossed his arm as he stared at Troy for a moment. "Extra training about what exactly?"
"Everything?" Troy said.
"Right, that's clearly what we can do in half an hour," Sam said with a snort.
Troy opened his arm in surrender. "I don't know. I know that I can train; I can do what you say. I can have muscles I didn't know existed hurt. I just don't know how to translate that into 'oh look, we're going for a ride, we might have to kill someone'. It just doesn't compute. I fly a plane, I never thought I'd be there to help someone in a gun fight, but I don't want to be the reason someone else dies, and especially not anyone in Sean's family, and before you give me the speech about we're all human being and we help each other, I still care about him more, not that I want anyone dead because of me. And then there's that little problem that I can't shoot... I mean I can, it's just... not very accurate which wouldn't matter if we'd be shooting at target instead of moving people with friends all around. So yeah, I don't know guys. Whatever you can do, if you can, or even tell me what to do and I'll do it myself. I don't mind training on my own."