The Academy
Authors note:
Woo frigging who!!!
I finished this story yea yea yea!!!
Well I'm going back and editing some of the notes, spelling, and story structure so yea.
Read and Enjoy!
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Alina watched the forest SUV she was riding in drove past them. She had been sitting in the same place for exactly one hour; she had slept for the other two. Another relocation.
She had started to like that desolate desert town in So cal, now she had to move to another state. The wooded forests of Oregon would take some getting used to.
She dug for her I-Pod in her sweat pant's pockets in attempt to ease her boredom. After a few minutes of fruitless searching in her clothes she found it on the floor with the battery long gone.
"Relax Ali, were almost there." Ada said with a slightly amused chuckle.
Her daughter usually entertained her when she was frustrated
Alina sighed and put her hands on her cheeks.
"You said that an hour ago."
Alina Kennedy was an attractive girl, almost completely identical to her mom in body shape and structure, just shorter. Her eyes were blue just like her dad's though instead of the darker color of Ada's.
The person sitting in the passenger's seat looked back at her, Kennedy inscribed on the right side of his the MARPAT uniform he was wearing.
"Be patient Hun, please." His voice more sincere and kind than that of the former spy's.
"Fine." She sat back with a 'huff' and started to read a book she grabbed out of the left side pocket of the car.
Leon glanced at Ada and whispered. "That vampire nonsense bores the crap out of me."
Ada grinned. "Hey don't hate on Midnight…" baiting her daughter
"Haha." Was the only response she got out of Alina.
She yawned. "Hey before we get to the house can you actually tell me why we had to move?"
Before Ada could make up something Leon started.
"The Secret Service decided to move us due to the amount of agents being killed in 'accidents' in California, so until the situation calms down we are here."
Alina rolled her eyes like any other teenager would at something stupid their parents did all the time.
"So any smart ideas on what to tell my friends this time about my dad and mom?"
Ada smiled very sincerely
"Tell them the truth."
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"Taking fire!" Talon's aide yelled as he shook his superior out of his slumber
Talon jumped like he always did and almost smacked his head onto the wall in front of him
David grinned at his American friend and punched the BOA insignia on his shoulder.
"Ten tangos, they got a SAW and a few marksmen, second squad is down and first is taking a beating." David continued as he handed his friend the rifle, both of them dawned their enclosed helmets over their faces as they exited the half blown out bunker.
David and Talon sprinted to a few more small forms that were dressed in the same battle armor as themselves.
They hit their shoulders in respect for their Cadre as they passed then continued to fire.
The two cadets slid into a trench right next to another bulky cadet who had a MP5.
"Got t'ree of t'em sir!" He exclaimed to the two arriving Cadre.
He pointed at a few bodies that lay in the grass.
"Good job Goggles." Talon said with something near a smile.
David merely hit his shoulder.
A whooping sound started off in the distances.
"Aw hell they got Cobras!" Someone yelled.
Three dots appeared in the distance.
"And a Blackhawk guess 5th Element got merked" Another cadet continued.
The infantry surged forward and threw grenades as the defending boys were distracted by the air support.
Cadets fell to the floor as they were shot and flew sideways as non-lethal concussion grenades detonated.
The Blackhawk flew to ground and deployed another squad of instructors cutting off a trio of running cadets.
Goggles was painted by the mini-gun, David shot in the neck, and Talon hit twenty times in the chest by rubber bullets.
"Oww…." Talon muttered as an instructor walked towards him.
A Black Ops Captain took of his mask and grinned at him.
"Next time make evac boy, or you might get a chest full of real rounds." He said as he helped him up.
"Yea you try being hunted like this….sir." Talon replied.
"Been there done that." Reynolds said in his Scottish tinted accent.
Instructors yelled for a school circle around a command vehicle.
Reynolds started towards the Blackhawk.
"See you at the barracks Talon."
Talon jogged to the mass of cadets.
Limping cadets groaned as they saw how really screwed they had been.
Two Bradley's and an MBT stalked towards them followed by a few troop trucks and humvees filled with armored troops.
The BOA Combat Infantry Cadets of 4th Platoon gathered around a towering man wearing four stars on his collar. His head was shaved and his eyes a cool blue
Each of the cadets was either clutching a part of their body or was covered in red paint.
Instructors moved about taking weapons and grenades from the young boys and yelling at them about how that their current pain is nothing like they are gonna feel if they don't stop whining.
The General, as he was known, raised his hand for silence and at once the instructors stopped their torturing of the cadets while the boys sat up straight and listened.
"Good job gentlemen, you avoided death three days after the extraction date, you took down thirty men of the Black Ops soldiery and you wasted every instructor unit that went after you. But you failed you mission of assassin-"
A paint round flew out the nearby tree line and smacked The General in the back, right about heart level.
He winced in sudden pain, then smiled at Talon.
"You little son of a bitch, you planned this all along." He looked down and there was a small X drawn into the dirt.
Talon shrugged.
"I say hell to losing."
A lone sniper walked out of the forest, a smile of victory on his face as he walked to his Element.
The BOA soldiers supposed to be guarding him muttered to themselves things like "Really?" or "Who taught him that?"
"Aw yes the Russian, how are you Lance Corporal Nicolai?"
"Feeling good sir, real good." He replied as he took a seat by David and Talon.
The General raised his hand and continued.
"But, your all dead, so no Honor Platoon for you."
The cadets groaned.
"Wait, wait, but you still get your respite."
He waved to the instructors.
"Go away, and fetch the Officers."
The platoon sighed in relief as their tormentors left to get the men that actually treated them like humans.
A single troop truck remained out of the small army that had gathered around the old bunker and The General waved them to it.
"Back to the Academy, get some rest, tomorrow the school opens for real and we have to do the whole "Demilitarization" thing."
The boys sighed in disgust; since they were born they had been raised in a military environment. The 4th Platoon was always filled with freshmen except for the Officer in charge.
So they had no clue about the Vigilant Program. Oh and females.