Garret Hood followed the rest of the group out to the "training" room. "I can almost guarantee that this isn't going to be anything like your standard PT." Garret said as he chambered a round into his Sniper Rifle. "But as long as I'm with a scoped death-dealing, lead slinging boom-stick, then I'll be alright. See you all later!" West shouted as he dashed away from both the group and the oncoming bots, toward a bell tower.

West climbed up the bell tower at an incredible speed. This was almost definitely not his first rodeo. He had a good side view of the whole battlefield. "Heheheh... Let's see how many rounds these guys can take from ol' Betsy." He remarked smugly before lying prone at the edge of the bell tower, peering down his scope, and searching for a target. He found one in the form of the one that had just punched Washington. "Bang." He muttered just before firing a round off with pinpoint accuracy at the head of the unfortunate machine.