I heard the alarm go. It sounded like a muffled, rumbling fog horn from underneath my bed sheets. But within seconds of my mind clearing from my deprived sleep I knew I had to be up, dressed, and out of my short, submarine sized bedroom; it was hard for me to get sleep in this place, but after the first five months of sleeping on a flat, plank board bed attached to a twenty foot thick, metal wall… you get used to it.
I cursed as my foot slammed into the sharp, uncovered corner of my so called "bed". I swore again as I heard voices start to upsurge from the hall. At once I threw off my thin, blanket sheets, I paused as a reeking smell reached my nose; quickly grasping that the smell was a collection of mud, dirty water, plant life, and sweat from the previous day that had dirtied my clothes; and that I hadn't changed them when I slumped onto my bed the night before.
I brushed my teeth with my tongue as I grabbed my leather, heavy duty boots from underneath the small wood plank. The wood caught against the back of my neck, sending my spine into an uproar as I felt small splinters stick into my skin; but I had to ignore that for now.
I struggled to pull on my right boot as I grabbed my battered very well used solder gun. I bit down onto the scratched up metal and wood as I used one hand to pull the irritating boot and the other to push open the three foot thick, metal door in front of me.
I shoved open the door and jumped into the hallway, slamming my boot on as I started to run with fifty other soldiers.
We passed to the left; I brushed my fingers against the cold walls, professionally grabbing a protection helmet from the line that waited for us before we exited out the sector 35 cove. The red lights flashed everywhere, making the snowflakes shine like fire, the cold air hit us like a ton, brick wall. The air instantly froze, and stung my lungs; but I had to keep running.
The fresh snow was quickly flattened with three hundred soldiers marching, and organizing themselves into lines of fifteen to twenty bodies. Our breath was like a steam coming off a hot bath, but quickly disappeared as the frosty wind devoured the small whips of steam.
The frosty air began to bite at my cheeks; I pulled my shirt over my mouth, trying to soften the sharp stinging in my throat, the lights ceased, the alarm blared to a halt, leaving us all standing in the falling snow; soldiers started to murmur, I felt my tongue twitch in annoyance, standing out with no orders, no signs of danger, we stood there feeling like idiots, looking like frozen snow men waiting for anything to happen.
The crowd instantly straightened as a tall man crept from the shadows. I rolled my eyes as soon as I saw the straight black jacket, the matching, white, costume shirt, with the matching dried cleaned pants and polished shoes and small crowbar weapon; all the signs and flags of a TURK. My lips let out a silent scoff as the guy ran his fingers through his spiky red hair, and slowly down his long pony tail.
He started to shuffle the snow as he walked, looking like a dancing, little five year old boy as he made his way over to our captain. He gave me a wink as he passed by, his eyes reflecting the menacing look of a young kid with a dangerous new toy.
I watched him, trying to make out what his lips were saying; the only readable mutterings I got from the two men were "damn… this better not be a drill." And "trust me, it's…" my heart froze as the captain fell silent, I quickly averted my eyes as they turned their heads towards me. My heart pounded, their stare started to bore right into me, I felt fear shoot up my spine as they started towards me.

"Oh crap! What do I do? How could they have known? I can't be caught!"

My fingers started to twitch, icy sweat dropped down my forehead; my eyes blinked as they turned their heads towards an elevator descended from the higher floors. Everyone stopped dead as the two doors opened; my throat went dry, my tongue ached as my teeth clenched it down. The captain turned to face us, and then barked.

"Soldiers! Attention!"

All of us faced forward, but out of the smallest corner of my eye, the figure from the elevator walked into the moonlight, his silver hair the same color as the moon reflected like his sword. My lungs struggled to breathe, for the person walking in front of us was none other than Shinra's finest soldier; Sephiroth.
His every step echoed in our minds, every crunch of snow resonated louder than ten alarms going off by a loud, high speaker. His pale cheeks reflected the seriousness in his eyes, I could sense everyone around me freeze any movement, any sound, any breaths.
Everything about him was perfect. Perfect body, perfect muscles, perfect expression of total concentration and focus on his mission, perfect steeled eyes that showed no fear, eyes that were like an impenetrable fortress hiding any faults that could betray him in battle. My chest swelled as he turned to face us.

"soldiers." His voice was like silk, but deep like the black ocean under no moon. "Listen carefully; you all have been called as the last line of defense. Where your fellow soldiers have failed, you cannot. For exactly at 8:33 A.M we received a distress message from 1st class soldier Angeal Hewley, and he has requested back up, which is why you are here now; to travel into the depths of Wutaii territory, to the edge of the once small town of Toulanaga. You are to rendezvous to the edge in two hours, Adjourned."

I glanced over at the oncoming, black, soldier trucks. We were going south, south past he countries border lines into Wutaii. I held my head high; this was it, this was my chance to prove worthy of being promoted to 2nd class; to finally be trained by the best, to be trained by Sephiroth.
But as I followed my fellow soldiers towards the already filling, crowded back of the trucks my ears caught the final words of Sephiroth as he spoke to the captain.

"… yes, yes Genesis will be there."