Alabama looked up from his book when the announcement emitted from his helmet. He was in full armor, in case of emergency. He was in his dorm, he snapped the book shut and put it under his bunk and started for the training room. He got a couple feet out of the door before he realized he would probably need a gun. He walked towards the armory instead, one of the maintenance guys shouted to him "Alabama, did you see the Grifball game the other day?" Alabama grinned and turned around walking backwards as he shouted "Sure did Tyrone and I want my 5 bucks by Wendsday." the other man laughed and walked into a room with some tools. Alabama swiped an assault rifle from the armory then hustled over to Training room 3.

When he entered he saw Georgia sitting down, apparently the first one there. "Hey Georgia." Alabama said nonchalantly, Alabama was fully aware that Georgia made people nervous, but it took a lot for someone to make him nervous. So Alabama sat down right next to Georgia, propping his Assault rifle between his legs. He also knew that Georgia wasn't much of a talker and that was fine, but it wouldn't stop him from talking. "Hope today's training doesn't take too long, I got to a really good chapter in this book I'm reading. It's called Harry Potter, something or other, it's pretty old but a damn good read. You should give it a try sometime." Alabama then leaned back and closed his eye, and waited for the rest of the team.