"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, he-"
"Shut up." I had been annoyed by the new recruit, Pennsylvania for like, the past week. Arizona was supposed to show him around, but she told the Director that I'd 'love' to help him.
"But yeah, anyway blue person, do you have anything that would help my aim?" The question was stupid. I knew it was, but I made the best of it.
"1. My name is Michigan, and 2. This makes you have the greatest aim ever." I handed the red and green spartan one of my plasma grenades.
"Really?!" He asked quite excidedly.
"Really." I responded. I quickly made a note to self to watch all the training sessions for the next couple of days. I knew this idiot would never see it coming.
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Project Freelancer: Agent Michigan
FanficThis man has brought wonders into the world, and he could be president. His back in.... Uh.... BLUE! CUZ DIS A REWRITE! Yeah Finch. Had to do this. You and your rewrites....
