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Kommissar was just a bit fed up with her team. Well, more than just a little, admittedly. She supposed the statement was true, that it only took one bad apple. It was more than one, as she had five new recruits, but they didn't know their place. They had attitude, pride, sarcasm, arrogance and they argued incessantly. They needed character building. Unfortunately, the rest of her teamates were getting mouthy too. Arguments often broke out during rehersal. Among that, they had lost at Worlds. It was time to take action. Das Sound Machine's producer recommended to them an American retreat that the Bellas had actually went on before Worlds. He thought that it might have helped them with unity, which helped them win the competition. It was worth a shot. So, Kommissar hoped that this retreat could whip her team back into shape. She was frustrated with herself and the new recruits because it seemed that all of this could've been avoided if not for recruiting them. However, it was too late now, even if she kicked them out, the rest of her team was still divided and besides, the new recruits were excellent performers. Still, there must've been a flaw somewhere. After all, their performance hadn't won. For the first time in years, Das Sound Machine had lost. Getting off the bus, Kommissar smoothed a hand over her hair; it was still perfectly in place, despite the wind. Luckily, she was wearing good hairspray and a tight bun. She gathered her team together, her second-in-command by her side, Pieter frowning. "This place is so... in the forest." he murmured quietly to Kommissar. She shrugged. "But the buildings look nice at least. We will probably have a decent room." she responded.
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