"For two seconds. Then I had you on the ground. Like usual." Worst Freelancer ever. Of All time. Things have changed but Wash still didn't seem like he could check his own six if the objective was right there. Then again situational awareness wasn't exactly rewarded. Survival shit and stealth, all that came from his run in the military before the project.

They didn't get much more than toys and missions and vague, arbitrary training with either. Not exactly conductive to creating solid soldiers.

"You wanna take a lap around, go for it. Just keep it about..." He peers across the clearing, retracing his steps. "...ten yards further out than you normally would. Or you'll get blown up."