Name: Buff Wheatman
Hair/Eyes: Dark brown/Dark brown
The trainees had gathered into the mess hall like grackles at a McDonald's after the rounds of testing was over. There were a few there that had were already Regulars or even veteran Commandos, but most of those in the know knew better than to try to pack in at this particular eatery, especially at this time of the day. The trainees were rather noisy, messey, and generally made more of a ruckus than was acceptable.
Buff Wheatman was one that could really care less about his surroundings. He went into the mess hall just to eat and paid little attention to what went on around him. He got his portion (and then some) of cereal, but also had a stack of vegetables and fruits at his side. He ate heartily, but healthy.
He sat down and proceeded to quickly work on his food. He was a rather quick eater and would probably be done before most of the trainees were even finished chattering, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being noticed. He caught two women from the science division having a conversation, and he was sure one of them was looking right at him, especially when he caught the words "Buff" and "wheat" in the same sentence. He recognized the other woman as Molly Rice, but she wasn't talking and gave off the vibe that she didn't want to even be near the other woman that Buff couldn't place a name on. The conversation seemed quite one-sided. Buff slowed down his eating and put more effort into eavesdropping on the "conversaiton."
"See him?! See him!? He enlisted into Chex Squadron two years ago, right when you did! However, unlike you, he passed the tests with flying colors and was already put on the regular Chex Squadron in a few weeks! He got a lot of attention from the high-ups in Chex Squadron. Some even think he'll be the next Fred! Don't you have a picture of him!? I mean, look at that how healthy he is! How muscular! Look at his lunch! Oh, look!! He's looking at us! I just know he is!!!" Buff knew he wasn't, but his slanted head position have the rattle-mouth all the proof she needed.
"Oh, isn't he just the cutest... Molly? Molly, are you listening to me?" Before she had to think of a response, though, the air vents shut off. Saved by the bell, she was.
The veteran in charge of the training was talking to someone on his radio and had a hunch about what had just happened. He stood up and shouted, "Alright, trainees, we need to do some investigating and see what just happened. Two science experiments just escaped and may be lurking about. I've already been sent the order to go up into the system and investigate what just happened. Since you trainees are the ones here, I'll be using you all on a little on the job training. We'll be going up there to investigate just what's happening. We'll be searching about and branching off to search for any anomalies. Science personnel, you need to go back to the labs to check on everything there and make sure nothing else there is damaged." The veteran then opened up the hatch and shouted once more, "Alright, troops, let's march!" The trainees and few regulars there began to enter the ventilation system through the opened hatch, led by a Commando showing them the way. As Albert passed by, the veteran shouted, "And don't screw this one up. There are no do overs here." He acknowledged him and moved on. Before the veteran entered last, he told Buff, "Make sure no suspicious persons or Flemoids enter or leave this hatch!"
"Got it, chief," replied Buff. The veteran entered in, assisted by Buff closing the hatch behind him. Buff stood stationed almost directly under the hatch with his Large Zorcher in hand, scanning around carefully for any stray Flemoids that might have escaped. Suddenly, he saw a glob of slime slithering along above the hatch. Buff immediate made a shot at it, but it was only partially hit and didn't completely teleport away. Before he could fire another shot, the glob had slithered away. "Shoot!" Buff yelled. He slammed the hatch open and immediately crawled in to catch up to the fiend before it could cause any harm. He pulled out his radio and called the veteran. "Sir, I just saw a Flemoid crawling through the ventilation system above the hatch! He may be right behind you or another division!" ... "Sir? ... Sir?..."