Greg placed his hand against his ear, seeming rather focused. "He did WHAT?! Get him back inside!" Greg said into empty air, before turning to the group again. "Feel free to keep your weapons at hand, but ammo will not be given to you until later" He said, watching the squad as most of them were completing the training. He frowned when Royce said his 60%, but he did not bother to give his complaint about it.
A pack of soldiers equiped for full force combat walked up to Deuce where he was located by the door. "Sir, we will ask you once to walk back into the building! Only once, and you have 10 seconds to comply!" They said, removing the safety from their equiped sub-machineguns.
"I understand policy and consequences.." Deuce tapped the glass on the door infront of him and smiled when he heard the bullet-priff coat make the familiar ping. "Bu I love to make so.." He swings the door open and closes it back to stop the bullets. Now outside a clearly seen red dot was on his forehead. "Whoops forgot about the snipers.." He raised his hands the air and got down on his knees. "I lose this round."
"Sir!" The soldier said as the man went outside, but stopped when the door closed. Deuce fell to his knees and the soldier on the inside sighed, shaking his head. He opened the door and carefully made Deuce stand up by running his gun into Deuce's back and motioning him to move. "Sir, you could have made it simple! Now we will have to report your attempt of escape to Field Commander Apple!" He said and pulled the man inside. The soldier wondered if Deuce knew how lucky he was he did not try to run further out. He would have been brought down in a second. Three soldiers was now escorting Greg back towards the shooting hall where Greg and the rest of the squad was located.
"Well, different from Greg, Zack and the elites in this building, we can not deal with people of your calibur in any other way" He said and pushed Deuce a bit harder in the back with his gun. "But for as long as we have these guns, you are doing as we ask. Do not worry, once we reach Field Commander Apple, you do not have to worry about our guns in your back anymore" He said and motioned with his hand to make one of the soldiers back away a little bit. He did not know how stabile the man was and did not want to risk a counter attack. For the sake of both Deuce and himself.
"Sir, you are only making things harder for yourself" He said to Deuce as he ignored the slam. "Ever heard of karma? I would be careful if I was you" He said as they reached the training room. "I will give you the choice here. Either you will give Field Commander a full report, or I will" He said, looking at Deuce before opening the door.
Greg kept an eye on the shooting range and did not even look at Deuce as he walked up to him and gave him the report. He grinned slightly when Deuce asked Greg to comply. With only letting a second pass, the report was replied with a swing from Greg's left fist. He made impact straight at the stomache, which was enough to force Deuce to his knees. He then lifted the man up again, by gripping Deuce's throat and lifted him so high that he barely touched the ground with his feet. "YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED! AS A SNIPER, YOU NEED TO LEARN PATIENCE! YOU WILL GET OUT OF HERE WITHIN TIME!" He growled and let go of the throat, making Deuce land on his feet in front of Greg.
"Owe I thought I owed this to you." Deuce brings his knee directly into Greg's crotch with great force. He walked towards the door holding his chest. As he left the room he went up to the soldier with the automatic weapon. He slammed his fist up near his kidny making him loosen his group on the weapon. Deuce grabbed the weapon from the soldier and walked back slowly aiming the weapon at the soldiers. "What am I doing... This is single handedly the dumbest thing I have ever done.." He clicks the safety off. He keeps a serious look on his face as he slowly back down the hallway. "Let's see how much like a kid i seem to Greg now. Go ahead call him out here."
((And incase greg walks up and takes the gun Deuce will fire id he is confronted up close))
"SIR! WE HAVE A SITUATION!" The soldier cried after Greg, who shook his head. He walked up to a desk on the side of the squad's desks. He unlocked a large box under it and picked up a weapon. It was a Pancor Jackhammer 12-Gauge shotgun, also one of Greg's favorite guns. He made sure it had rounds as he leaned it against his shoulder as he walked out of the training room. "I like your ways, Deuce. You remind me of me! However, they are not tollerated. Drop the gun, before someone get hurt badly!" He said, stopping in the middle of the hallway.
[I may be hostess, but I do not God-Mode, Survivor01 🙂]
Deuce grins but since he wasn't ready to die he disassmbles the entire weapon from the clip to the barrel and layed the parts on the ground. "Done." He turns around and walks towards his room. Key in hand he has a confident look on his face. He put his hand behind his head and spoke. "Don't worry, this will happen again."
((Good there have been some rp where it was like broke his arm and took weapon haha))
Greg clenched the fist he did not hold the gun in, as he walked trough the hallway. "Keep an eye on the squad" He said as he passed the group of guards "Tell them that they are free to leave once their session is complete" He paused and took a turn into a door without a tag. A few minutes passed, as he came walking out again. Taking a straight turn, he headed right towards the room of Deuce, counting the rounds in the shotgun while walking.