T.A.A.S Agency RP

Our friendly neighborhood headless horseman
Rodger came back into the room, once again studhing papers. "Um... I do believe the last two are Marina and Reagan?"

Reagan
 "My mom makes pretty good brownies, but she- Never mind. That's not important." He turned to look at Rodger. "Oh, uh, alright."

Marina 
Mari jumped up. "Ooh! This will be fun!"

Rodger
Rodger looked at the boy momentarily. "Okay, moving on- follow me."

Reagan
 Rea nodded, dutifully following in the man's footsteps. "So, what are we doing, exactly?"

Rodger
"Training, for combat," the headless horseman replied, not bothering to look back at the kid. He led them to the same gymnasium room. 

Marina 
Mari bounced her way behind them, relieved to finally have something physical to do. 

Rodger
"Once again... work as a team, get the note at the end of the gymnasium and bring it back safely. If you get shot, come bavk to home. All weapons go into that basket over there."

Marina 
Mari nodded and removed her weapons- mainly a few knives and a handgun, which took several minutes because she almost forgot that she had them on her person, resulting in several trips. Hey- you never knew when you'd need them.

Outlaw 
She silently watched them leave, then turned her attention back to the clock. She wanted outta here already. 

Shane
Shane got up and went to his backpack, unzipping it and going through some of its contents.

Reagan
 "Don't got any," he replied quietly, out of general shyness rather than embarrassment. He glanced out at what was, to him, the colorless expanse of various obstacles.

Rodger
"Well that's good because I think the basket is full," Rodger said with a sigh. "Work as a team, blah, blah, don't die. And you may start." He tirned on the system yet again.

Marina 
Marina glanced at Reagan. Nothing to memorize beforehand... "How do you want to do this?"

Shane
Shane looked over at Quinn after writing something down on a piece of paper. "How'd it go?" He questioned quietly.