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♡ Now, Caboose isn't actually quite sure how he found himself here. Like, here specifically. Like, he has no idea what's going on or why the white kitty-person is talking. It sounds official and there's a lotta people. This might be what keeps Caboose's attention, honestly -- the way she's addressing the whole crowd has him stopping to listen, head tilted in puzzlement. He doesn't understand, of course -- Caboose doesn't understand much. Doesn't understand titles or much of anything anyone is talking about 'cause nobody ever told Caboose anything and Caboose doesn't ask questions. New members he got, but everything else was lost on him. Promotions, too, even if he doesn't understand anything in any ways. Who were the people? He's not sure, isn't sure he even particularly cares.
Shout ... outs? Shouting out? Titles? Gemini? Caboose doesn't get it, but his tail wags anyways as he hears his name not once, but twice. And so was Church!! He was important now! Somehow. For some reason. He should probably ask Church or somebody else probably, but Caboose is perfectly content in absolute befuddlement. As he tends to be. Other than this, Caboose doesn't get, though he tries. He gets the gist at least, if only from key words. Raid something something, he doesn't get what tangles have anything to do with it. Some others things, not important.
Anyways, Caboose had a lot of questions, but people always yelled at him for having them, and everybody else seemed to understand. So Caboose just nods rather violently, helmet rattling strangely on his head as he does so. Yup, definitely understands. Definitely knows whats going on in literally any shape or form.

There seemed to be a pattern with these briefings. That being they all seemed to happen once a week. Which made it easier for Washington to keep tabs on everyone that was around. At least that's what he thought about the briefings considering that he wasn't bothering to pay attention to any of the politics that these creatures probably had. That wasn't his job after all and he wasn't about to start helping them out of the blue either. He did his own thing, and if Church and Caboose wanted to help them they would have to do it in the little free time that they were given once he was done with them. He wasn't here to make friends after all, even if some of the creatures here were trying to be nice to one another. Agent Washington was still looking to get back to being human and nothing else. This entire time though, Washington believed that Suiteheart was one of the higher ranked creatures that lived in this outpost. Simply because of the factor that she seemed to almost be everywhere and offered her assistance when she thought it was needed. Which was fine with him, but he wouldn't accept such help from this group of soldiers. Either way, he had addressed her with respect, the soldier side of him still prevalent just like the way he treated Bastille in the last meeting. It was a force of habit really, and he wasn't about to break out of habit just yet either, because there were plenty of things that felt wrong in general, and he wasn't about to start changing who he was just because he was an animal now. The armored Smilodon hadn't been as punctual as he would have liked. The lack of sleep probably taking a toll on him for real this time, and it was getting hard and hard to hide what his current condition actually was. Suiteheart had already questioned his condition when he hadn't been eating, and he sure as hell hoped that no one would end up noticing. The Freelancer didn't sit down next to anyone, in particular, opting to sit off to the side to distance himself from anyone else. The lights that adorned both of his arms that were part of his armor giving small hints to where he was in the slightly darkened areas of the building. His hidden gaze looked up toward Suiteheart. Where was Bastilleprisoner? He was able to catch the form of the smaller animal in the crowd. Why wasn't he up there?

He guesses it made sense because during the time he spent in the organization it wasn't always the head officer that would give orders, as he could always give someone else the news to deliver to the rest of the troops. It happened when the Counselor came to make announcements instead of the Director. He listened to her announcements, most of which didn't even make any sort of sense in his mind. The armored wildcat didn't really pay attention to anything but the names that were spoken, not having any faces to put them to. The older male then listened as a couple of their names were spoken. Titles. What did they mean? Was that a rank? Or was it like getting a medal for something that they were given to those that deserved them? Obviously not because nothing was being handed out. Agent Washington only remained confused for a couple of seconds before speaking. "Thank you, ma'am" The Freelancer would state with a small dip of his head in the smaller felines direction. He could practically hear the rattling of Cabooses helmet from across the crowd, which did draw his attention as he turned to look at the simulation trooper was practically shaking in his boots. Washington couldn't help but roll his eyes a little bit at the other's reaction. He didn't say anything vocally about it though. However, at the mention of the word Halo, Washington's entire demeanor changed. His body tensed up and his head snapped back to Suiteheart. Halo? What? Wait, she was talking about something that went on in this group. Relief flooded him soon after as he realized that they weren't talking about the weapon of mass genocide. He exhaled through his nose before Suiteheart asked if there were any questions. "No ma'am." Washington would respond, as he wouldn't leave until everyone was dismissed. It was practically ingrained into his mind to respect those that were higher ranked than he was and have proper edicate no matter where he was."speech"