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Caine swipes at her tablet and activates the healing chemicals inside of Plumley's suit. The suit hums, illuminating in a warm, constant yellow light. Plumley exhales with relief.

 Falcon straightens himself up and turns his attention to the competitors.
FALCON
Alright. Who's next?

JASON
Is my package here?

 Falcon turns to Command Room. A young man in a lab coat gives him a thumbs up.
FALCON
We have it.

JASON
Cool. Guess I'll go, then.

 Jason makes his way down the bleachers. Falcon waves to the young lab assistant. 
FALCON
Bring it out.

 Quickly, the young man exits the Command Room carrying a camouflage-colored briefcase. He brings it to Jason. Israel smiles.
ISRAEL
What’s that? You pack a lunch or something?
Jason chuckles. Cool steam floats up from the briefcase as he pops it open. When the steam clears, Israel can see a powder white shotgun, a matching set of twin handguns, a white metal stick, and a utility belt lined with white grenades and bullets. 
JASON
For your information, smart guy, this is my gear.