Pennsylvania had tried to strike up conversation with several of the other agents, but none of them had taken him up on the offer. Shame, it would have helped sooth the nerves, focusing on something other than the testing. He always had nerves giving him trouble, especially before any sort of work. These tests didn't give it to him bad at all, but however, that didn't mean he didn't acknowledge them. They would not dictate his actions, only warn him to be prepared, even more so then he already was. It didn't take too long for them to call up his codename, and he rose, stretching as he double checked, and he had lost track of how many times he had, his armor as he walked through the doors. First test seemed right up his alley. Weapons testing, simple enough, not quite his spot of tea, but far from something he had a problem with. He scored well enough, above average, and near perfect in weapons similar to his specialty, the dummy rockets, grenades, and such. Anything that would normally make a boom.

After that was a series of strength, endurance, speed, agility, the usual stuff folks tested for in physical categories. Nothing too unusual there either, which Pennsylvania found odd. Probably in follow up tests, for those that passed the general stuff. It was all rather underwhelming to the man, he was waiting for the bombshell, metaphorically or literally speaking. He always found that men in positions of power liked to try and wrangle out ways to surprise and stun the test subjects, in this case him and the others, just for their own little notebooks and dossiers and such. Never had much fondness for it, he reminded himself on a down time between tests, far too much could be stolen from those. Much harder to steal that kind of info from a good, reliable brain. But he snapped himself out of the thinking as this FLISS thing announced the next test was Acquisition and Evasion, otherwise known as capture the flag with a twist. The man sighed, and went into the next chamber, getting underway with planning how to ghost whatever the big wigs had planned this time. He never did like the quiet approach, far too much mucking about and too much could go wrong, but if its what they wanted, he would comply.