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Vince steeled himself for the training ahead for a few minutes after he set his bag filled with everything of his that he wasn't wearing down on the furthest bed from the door, right near a window. "Stormwatcher grant me strength this day." He whispered in prayer. Vince was dressed in a plain grey t-shirt and black sweat pants with his short hair sticking out in every possible direction except where it was supposed to. Before going out to the field he quickly ate a small bit of beef jerky and a few ounces of water, then made sure his knives were secure and tied his pouch so that it wouldn't fall off.

The bare trees and dry grass reminded him of his home up north and the coolness in the air was refreshing. Soon His hair would darken to a much deeper shade as the season turned. With a steady face and confident motions he walked up to who was clearly the CO and saluted with his feet together. "Sir, initiate Vince Longfeather reporting!"

((Well, I don't suppose I should keep you two waiting any longer. I guess waiting for them to post was a lost dream. *cries*))

Xenos stood there solitarily, a chilling breeze scattering a few leaves that had happened to be strewn about the field, waiting and watching. Soon enough, one man walked out of the barracks and on to the field, and naught but a modicum of time later, another followed en suite. One, then the other, stood erect and saluted him, giving him their names. He responded much the same, snapping his boots together and raising his right hand to his forehead, snapping it into place. He lowered it, expecting them to do much the same, but remaining at attention. He spoke to them, "Welcome Initiates Longfeather, Sanchez. I am Colonel Xenos Mortium, your commanding officer. As that you are the first to make it out here, I shall give you the pleasantries of my introduction, rather than forcing you immediately into training."

He looked them both up and down, obviously sizing them up, making a break in his rhetoric. Soon enough however, he continued, "I want to start this out very simple, to get you two warmed up before you begin to be put into physically demanding situations." He broke his stance and turned his back to them, facing a large obstacle course. He spoke louder now, as so that they would be able to better hear him, "I want you to warm up and stretch out however you are used to, however you see fit. There is a track, as you can see, that you may jog on if you see so fit." Xenos raised his left hand and motioned to the obstacle course he now faced. "Once you've warmed up, this is what I want you to do, I want you to run through this. As soon as you finish it, you will be given a few minutes to rest, and then we will continue."

He turned back around, and pulled a cigar and Zippo from his cargo pocket, gritting it between his teeth and flicking the Zippo open simultaneously. He brought the lighter up and struck it on, covering the flame with his other hand. With a few quick inhalations, the Colonel lit the cigar and promptly snapped the Zippo shut, putting it back into his pocket. Placing the stogie between two fingers, he removed it from his mouth and blew smoke off to the side. He grinned and almost taunted them, "Any questions?"

Anderson reclined in his study watching the football game unfold before his eyes, also surfing the internet casually. He went onto his email and saw a new one. It was from abusinessopportunity@clickit.com and the subject read, Reminiscing on the past, Mr. Anderson? Kyle readjusted himself on the chair. He knew it was spam but it caught his attention. He click it and the email read:

Ah, Mr. Anderson. I knew your past wasn't so dull that you would just delete this email. Before I begin, no, this is not spam. My name does not matter right now, what matters is what you want to do with your life! I am in charge of an elite Private Military. Unlike the United States Army, we aren't based on number. We are the few that reign above everyone else. You would be working with the most expert killers on the face of this earth. They don't offer that in the Rangers do they, Mr. Anderson?

The reason you have gotten this is I have rumaged through some of the Ranger files and came up with a rather decorated file! I read it over and you same to fit the spot I'm looking for. If you want in, meet me at my complex. The address is printed below. Think of this as a subsitute for not going into Delta Force. I know you regret it.

Col. Xenos Mortium
Black Templars Commander

Kyle ran to his basement and oened up his gun safe and looked at his weapons. He ran his hands through his hair and stared at the guns. He reached down near the bottom and grabbed a duffel bag. He started stuffing it.

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Kyle arrived on a bus with all of his things. He walked across the fields spinning around seeing all the...same colors. His eyes met the barracks and he mumbled, "This reminds me of BCT. This really is a redo of my past." He grabbed the swinging door that the others opened and looked around the room. He spoke in regard to the makeshift facility, "He said meet me at my complex. I hope this is the training complex." He kept walking while speaking aloud still not able to recall BCT fully, "Maybe I'm jsut too use to an actually bed now. You get more and more spoiled as you move up." He set his bags down on the first bunk on the right and started to leave but tucked his guns underneath the bed.

He ran out onto the field in his assault vest and pants not panting or wheezing after the short run. Yes, he wasn't in the Army anymore, but he still lifted and was only home for about 6 months. He saw the figure standing in the digitalied camp and thought, "Colonol." He then looked at the two men standing at attention. They soon were saluted back and he ran up about 15 seconds later only catching the Colonol saying something about a question. He stood at attention and saluted like he never left the Army, "Staff Se-"

He stopped himself, "Sorry, sir. Initiate Kyle Anderson, reporting in."

Vince grinned after looking at the course, it was very similar to what he had been doing for the past few months. But he stayed at attention until the Colonel finished and said crisply, "Yes, sir!" and was the first to start on the course. The walls were simple and passed under him in a few breaths. But was a bit overconfident and nearly slipped into the mud from the monkey bars. But once he got to the pipe Vince did a swift leap that nearly took him straight to the platform. He didn't bother to look back and see how far anyone else was and pressed on.

He took a moment to catch a bit of air and deftly caught the rope and swung to the other side. The balancing log would be tricky so he went slowly, but not so much so that he didn't make any progress. Then all but ignored the rope to rapell down on and only used it a bit at the last moment and absorbed the rest of the shock with his legs. Tightly built like springs, and able to bear more than they should have normaly while still not being much was just right for most of the tasks he had to perform on a day-to-day basis.

[Understood.]

Fina gave a nod after the explanation, patiently waiting for it to be given instead of showing impatience, or infact even becoming impatient. She was a patient person... sometimes. In either case, the answer was given, and so, without further waiting, she got to work with her stretches, moving low to the ground and setting her heel down on the ground, shifting her weight all the way to the right, while her left leg was stretched out to the side, and then leaning her upper body toward her left leg. She'd repeat this with her right leg before moving on to other basic leg stretches most people probably learned in high school... Then she'd move on to arm stretches...

Kyle saluted back and then stood at attention whie he addressed the woman next to him. He then saluted again, "Yes, sir." He did an about face and walked over to the side with the other "stretchee". He started streching out his legs and doing legs stretches. He looked over to him, "Hey. The name's Kyle Anderson, considering we will be spending some time together, I thought we might as well meet one another?" He looked around as he heard the response, still listening. Those years in the military really taught him how to multitask. He remembered his favorite operation:

It was in Afganistan. His squad was ordered to take out a rebel outpost, approximately 40 men were stantioned there. His team was on a hill about 1 mile away. The day before their dawn raid, they got word the group was leaving on a convoy to go do an operation sometime within the next 2 days. He ordered one men to stay on watch and he reported that they saw packing started. Anderson ordered his team to go down to the camp in the middle of the night. They planted C-4 on all the trucks and waited for the men to come out at morning. One hour before their operation would have started they were about to leave. Kyle said with the trigger in hand, " 3... 2... 1... Execute!" He pressed it and the group went into flames leaving only guards and other personal doing last minute packing alive. Anderson had 3/4 of his team already in place 50 yards away. They started the sweep and took all remaining hostage.

Anderson thought about it, Those were the good old days. Hopefully, these will be better. He sat down and started to touch his toes.

After his discussion with Carlos ((sry man, I wanted to post)), he went over to the track and did a short 50 yard sprint and then turned around and did it again. Then his started doign a military jog. Unlike a regualr one, his right foot was facing not forward but 45 degrees to the right so when he would stop while armed, he would be able to fire quickly if abbushed. He did a lap of that and then walked up to the starting line.

The wind picked up and he put his arms out and let it cool his hot skin. He rolled his neck with his eyes closed. He took a deep breath as the images of his initial training flashed before his eyes. He eyes opened with a snapped. He took a step and started jogging towards the first wall. He did a little jump over it and did the same for the next two. Then, since the clearance hight was to much. He put his left hand on the top and jumped, swinging his legs over the top and he landed with a thud. He took some steps and leaped up and caught the handlebars. He swung left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right. Then came the pipe. He put both hands on the last bar but holding l he would a chin up and did a curl bringing him up higher. He brought his feet up and put them into the pipe He then spun around and pushed off the bar and crouched down so his head would clear the pipe, he did a backwards roll and came up. He turned around and walked to the end of the pipe.

Upon reaching the end, he knew he wouldnt make the jump. He was too tall to get any jump out of it. He could jump off but he would land on his feet and would probably go through the holes. He then knew what to do. Back in Ranger training there was a tower thehad to climb by flipping themselves up. He would do that here.

He grabbed the top of the pipe and swung his crouched legs out and over top of him landing on top of the pipe. He then stood and jumped of leaning back. He cleared the pipe and landed on thecargo net with a little bounce. He then turned around the face forward and started climbing up, putting a foot on each rope and ahand on each crossing rope. He reached the top. He stood on the platform and thought, "Wow, this is a nice view from up here. I'll have to come out here a night."

Kyle saw the log in front of him. He waited for the bonde in front of him to get off before doing in but he then rolled the log side to side to check how little or much force it would take to roll it. He found it was in the middle. He stepped on it slowly and had each arm out. He tipped alittle and then focused ahead. He took careful steps putting one foot right next to the other heel to toe. About a minute later, he stepped off.

He looked at the rappel lines with a smirk and only responded with, "If only ther ewere fast ropes, too." He took hold of the rope with his gloved hands and jumped out. He loosed his grip letting the rope slide in between his hands. He landed and gripped the rope. He reapeated that until the end. He hit the bottom with grace and ran parallal to the course. He came up to the culvert and said, " Why didn't a become a SEAL?"