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There had been some interesting events that had happened lately he could give that much. For the first time in what felt like a long time, he experienced what it looked like for animals to go to war. He didn't seem to all bothered by that fact when the Typhoon had attacked them. Hell, he hadn't even really bothered to participate. Not like he really could if he wanted to considering that he still had a broken arm and wasn't the best when it came to fighting in the first place. Washington didn't want to get into anyone's way, and it was a way for him to gather intel of what other animals were capable of. The Freelancer also got to watch was Carolina let off a little bit of steam here and there. Which she probably needed, and something that Washington could honestly do because he had done anything to relieve his aggression that he had been feeling lately. At least he hadn't had to interact with Texas all that much, basically avoiding her completely as soon as he saw her out of the corner of his eye. He didn't need to have another episode when he was slowly getting better. Frustratingly slow. He had also been working on the aspects of what could be considered to be that of a radio. He hadn't had any luck in it of course, but he was trying his best and wasn't going to ask anyone for help.

He wasn't even sure if Carolina would be a good person to ask when it came to technology. She had used alien technology before, but that wasn't what they were using. He also had made sure to give her a little space after she came back to life and after she became a serval. The Freelancer still didn't know what to think of such scenario, and like everything else that confused him, he put it the back of his mind. Every time he started to think of something that bothered him, the voices in his head of the different AI's would spark into the back of his mind. It always made a shiver down his spine and always made him stop what he was doing for several seconds. His own paranoia getting the better of him, but damn was he trying. Either way, one of the more frustrating aspects of life that he was dealing with now was his broken leg. The being that had given him said broken leg was still at large, and he knew that he was going to have to be in good shape to fight the likes of the former friend that he had once considered him family. They definitely weren't family anymore after he tried to snap his neck and kill him. That moment constantly flashing in his eyes as he realized that he could have died here and that would have been the end of him. For what? The other had seemingly just wanted to attack him, and then took Church with him. Washington tried to think of a reason why the other wanted to go after the Simulation trooper, but he couldn't think of anything.

Maybe Carolina had already thought of something, but Washington had no idea. He hadn't had the time or even mental ability to think all that much for himself. Another reason why he was frustrating. Washington had been making sure to stay off of his leg as much as possible, moving it just a little bit here and there so that the leg wouldn't end up getting stiff or losing the muscle mass either. The armored smilodon knew how to deal with broken bones when he was a human, and the method didn't seem all that different now. Now, he was going to see exactly how far his healing process had ended up going. He was inside more of a vacant portion of the observatory. He hadn't been like Carolina. He didn't die from the injuries from that one fight. This meant that he was one of the two Freelancers that had to live with his injuries. The former human looked down at the splint that was on his left arm, which he had already taken the armor off in that area so that he could remove the splint easier. Raising his right paw, he used his claws to tear away of the bandages of the splint and removed the two portion of the splint that had kept his leg straight. He listened as the wood tumbled on the ground before inhaling as he began to twist his arm around. He didn't feel any pain, it was sore yes because he hadn't used it a lot recently. It was better than broken though. A grin was hidden behind his helmet though as he turned his paw into the direction that he was, before practicing lashing out with the said paw in a multiple of different directions.

As if he was a boxer that was trying out a new arm. Power. He was back and ready to start fighting again. Finally. Maybe he would stop snapping at others when they would ask him how he was doing with his broken arm. After having the splint put on, he dealt with everything medical himself. He didn't like medics after all and refused to trust them. He put the left paw down on the ground and moved into a standing position. It was there that he put pressure on said paw as he stood up, grunting slightly at the slight pain, but it was nothing to really be concerned about. He remained standing still for several moments before he began to shift his weight from left to right, getting a feel of how much pressure it could actually take. It felt fine, or at least as fine as it was going to get. Raising his right paw, he would move it toward his left shoulder, moving the muscle in that area of his body. Everything seemed to check out, and it was then that Washington began to bounce from the left side to the right side. Covering all angles of what his injury could have affected. Little to no pain. A sigh of relief was heard inside of his helmet as he looked toward the armor he had taken off of his left arm, as he began to move it toward himself so he could put it back on.