Georgia was sitting in the armory, his hand was tracing the scaring across his face. He still couldn't look in the mirror even though it had been so long since then. That was when he heard the announcement and sighed, he had only just taken the armor off for the first time in days but at least he managed to have a shower and get the suit cleaned up. He quickly put it on it felt natural to him now like a second skin. He grabbed his favorite DMR of the rack, trying not to notice the nearby sniper rifles and headed for the training room. Of course he didn't take any live ammo after all it was just training and they had practise rounds on site."God I hope it's not the stuff that locks up your armor again that sucks real bad."

Along the way Georgia observed the the non-operatives and wondered what they were doing. He would ask but as far as he knew no one around here seemed to speak sign language. This bugged him to no end, he had after all gone to all the effort to learn it to regain his voice but it just reminded him of his lack of one. It didn't help that people made sure to stay out of his way. This was mainly due to his lack of speaking but being 6ft,3inches didn't help. Thinking about it he realised the armor just made it worse but then again his face was worse than the helmet and no armor no helmet. He walked into Training room C and was surprised to see that he was alone. He shrugged and sat down, waiting for the others.