Alabama's eye snapped open when Nevada clapped him on the shoulder, he looked over at Nevada. "Hey Nevada, just waitin' for the Councilor. Someone is already in the training room, California I think. Think I'm gonna head in there mehself." Alabama stood up and stretched, his joints got sore when he was out of action for too long due to his age. Alabama was one of the shorter Freelancers and by far the oldest, but he had the most battle experience and the only Freelancer capable of advanced field medicine. Georgia and California were about 4-5 inches taller than him and Nevada was was still an inch or so taller. But Alabama Learned a long time ago that size isn't everything. He swiped up his Assault rifle and headed into the training area.