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Barnaby has made it through every person on the base except for one: a Japanese man more than ten years older than him whose simulator scores are only barely passing. Why they're even letting him try out at all is beyond Barnaby; if he wasn't compatible with anybody else, how in the hell would he be compatible with this guy?
Nobody's more surprised than he is when it turns out they are, and Mako assigns them to the same Jaeger.
He glares at his staff, at the old man, and then at Mako, before he drops his weapon to the ground and stalks away, silently furious.