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Tactics and Teamwork, Wednesday - Second Period

Hopefully the class was getting used to the drab environment picked by Agent Washington for their classroom. Because it didn't seem like it would be changing anytime soon.

"You already know the drill. Laps."

Embrace the cardio, kids. Embrace it.

"This weekend was... a thing. That happened. Whether it was good for you or bad, it's over with and time to get back to work. Today is going to be about evasive maneuvers. Learning to avoid getting shot."

Wasn't that fun?

"Two teams against each other with a third party in play." Meaning the teacher. "And I'll even sweeten the deal. If your team manages to hit me, you don't have to run laps next week."

Sadly it would be pretty difficult to accomplish without getting shot first. But the hope was alive!

"Get started."

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Where the teacher was lurking somewhere.

Ringo honestly didn't mind the laps, but she also had a hard time turning down a challenge, so she was definitely going to try to shoot Agent Washington.

Of course, while she'd gotten more familiar with guns, and gotten sort of used to the armor, she was still a total newbie.

Combat reflexes were up next on the list! Though, those took a while to get.

Wash took a leisurely moment to line up a shot that sent yellow paint splattering onto the floor in front of her as a warning.

Reflexes, at least, Ringo had. Just, you know, the wrong ones. Her reaction to the near miss was to go vertical, managing some decent height for someone her size wearing armor. Of course once she was in mid-air she realized what she really wanted was cover instead of, you know, more exposure.

So she grabbed at the top of the short wall she was next to and tried to scramble over it so that it would be between her and where the shot had come from. Or, at least, where she thought the shot had come from.

Unfortunately, that changed rather quickly as another shot came nipping at her heels.

Figuratively speaking with the flying and sll.

Ringo pulled the trigger on her gun a few times as she flopped down behind cover, trying to point it at least vaguely in the right direction.

Oh, right. Cover! That was a useful thing. Maybe she could just stay there for a few seconds and get her bearings. Come up with a plan, even.

Oh, like that was going to happen. The point here was evasion! So, better evade another shot of yellow paint, Ringo!

This, Ringo thought, would be a lot easier if she weren't so slow. Maybe she should ask if she could wear her ATs to class. It would almost certainly make her aim worse, but it would probably mean she didn't have to hide behind walls and discover just how fast someone could move around to get a shot on her anyway.

This time when Ringo dived out of the way, she didn't get as far as she'd intended, and when she rolled to her feet it wasn't behind the next piece of cover. Oh, no. She was totally standing out in the open.

Yes. Yes she was.

Washington sighed, lifting the paintball gun to fire two quick rounds right at her chest in rapid succession.

Both of which slammed home. Most of the impact was absorbed by the armor, but Ringo still grunted and scowled down at the yellow paint spattered across her front.

She stamped her foot in frustration, and finally managed to spot where Agent Washington actually was.

"Well," she sighed, "maybe next time."

Probably not.

Wash gave her a little wave at being spotted. "Keep practicing."

Ringo managed to fight down her urge to stick her tongue out at him. One day, Agent Washington.

Hopefully.

So, Kathy knew she could probably avoid being spattered with paint if she knew it was coming. Having speed- and agility-based powers made that helpful. But all the speed and agility in the world wouldn't help her if she didn't see it coming, nor would they help trying to hit him.

Holding her paintball gun at the ready, Kathy stayed low, looking for an opening. Or an opponent. Or both, really.

Agent Washington stuck to the high ground. Since he never actually told the kids they had to stay low, after all.

Once again, he took his time lining up a shot to just miss Kathy.

It was funny, because Kathy usually headed for the highest point she could find. There was a reason she spent most of her time in Baltimore up on rooftops. But she'd figured it would be good to stay down until she figured out the lay of the land, or, rather, where most of her opponents were.

There was the splat of paint at Kathy's feet and she instinctively rolled backwards, assuming the next shot would try to lead her a bit. She ducked behind a crate, then peered around the side to see if she could get a good sightline on whoever was shooting at her.

What she'd get was the fleeting image of grey and yellow as Washington continued to move. It was like running a mission again without the fear of dying horribly!

"Good use of cover."

Did you know the helmets could broadcast without giving away positions? They thought of everything!

"Thank you, sir," Kathy said, silently cursing that she couldn't figure out where he was from his voice alone.

Still, she'd seen a flash of gray and yellow from that way, so maybe she could fire off a couple of shots in that direction to keep him down? Not that she expected to hit him with that, but it might give her long enough to get up to his recently abandoned perch--or another one similar to it.

She popped up from behind her crate and immediately dove to the right. Then hoping she'd get the element of surprise, she began firing in the direction she'd last spotted Washington heading, all while running towards one of crates that was up towards the ceiling. There wasn't enough room to get up to her max speed, but she was running a comfortable forty miles an hour before she got to a specific point and bounced, like a Gummy Bear on steroids.

Enhanced speed then. Washington took a moment to let that settle in, keeping an eye on her trajectory before firing a number of rounds just ahead of where she was set to be.

It helped when you'd seen Agent Carolina in action to handle this sort of thing.

Kathy saw the paint hit just inches away from where her body was about to be and flung herself backwards. That flying backwards bounce encompassed almost half the playing field and when she landed, she barely had time to get her feet under her before she was airborn again.

Sometimes bouncing could be a real pain in the butt.

Still, she was able to use her momentum to kick off against a crate pressed against the wall and bounce over to the left, ending up perched on the edge of a crate about five feet in the air.

Not quite the vantage she was looking for, but it would do.

Evasive maneuvers? Oh, Eric had this down.

Literally.

As usual, the first sound of a shot had him hitting the ground like one of those weird fainting goats.

Wash was forced to sigh, slipping down and over to drag the possum playing kid off the killing floor. "It's easier if you hide."

Just a hint.

He was getting to that! Or he planned to, as soon as paintballs stopped flying long enough for that to happen.

(So, never)

"Gaaaah," was all he managed in reply.

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