Florida was pissed off, he hated losing. He hated it with a passion. "Fucker, When I get my hands on him I am going to tear him a new one!" He felt humiliated, like a kid in basic training. He landed his fist into the wall, He refused to be humiliated like that again.

Florida worked his way to the briefing room when he heard the message. "We wont be needing assistance, We can handle what ever job it is. We'll recover." He took the rifle off his back and threw it down on the table when he made it to the briefing room. He was determined to redeem himself. He started a weapons check, either way he had a mission coming up and needed to kick someones ass.