Chapter Five: Special Assignment

Later that night, all twenty-five of us were spirited away to the Lunar Base. It was very hush-hush. No one spoke, and all the officers escorting us seemed very tense. It was dark when we arrived, and we were spilt up into groups of two. Fortune and I remained together. We were given rooms and told not to leave them for any reason. It was all very strange.
The rooms were also very strange. A lamp stood between two beds giving the room a soft comfortable. . .homey glow. The beds had two pillows each and down comforters. We had a set of pajamas for each of us. They were navy blue satin pant set pajamas. This did not strike me as a normal army barracks.
" Does this room seem alittle too comfy to you, Fortune?"
She walked over to her bed, and picked up the pajamas. She looked at me. "I know. It's like a fancy hotel or something. Maybe they don't want us to leave or something."
"Yes, but we can't leave anyway. Not now."
We changed into the pajamas, leaving our suits on the floor. We laid our heads on the pillow and fell asleep instantly.
We slept all night. . .and all day. There wasn't a morning call at 6:30 am or anything over the sort. I was guess they were giving us a say to relax after the three months of hellish training. Later that evening, we received a letter, slid under our door:
"As you may have surmised (the letter ran) this is not a normal military barracks. We are a special faction of the Resistance Military dedicated to the manufacture and use of Specialty Mobile Suits, namely Gundams. Tomorrow morning at exactly 9 am, the doors to your rooms will open. Please be dressed and prepared for training."
Fortune and I looked at each other. It was what we had been waiting for all of our lives. The chance to fight, to dish out the same pain live dealt us.
9 am came quickly. Fortune and I had gotten minimal sleep, we were so excited. We were dressed in our black suits, and awaited the door to open.
When the door opened, we saw a single file line silently pass outside our door, we were to join the end of it. The line was long, and all of the cadets were still dressed in black as we were. As the line passed, I heard Fortune suck in her breath. I looked and saw him again. It was Quatre. He looked at her and a brief smile of joy passed on his face. I smiled for Fortune, she must really like him, I though to myself. Then I stopped suddenly. A set of blue eyes flashed and a thick brown braid was tossed as he looked in my direction. A big lopsided grin graced his face as he passed. My heart leapt into my throat, and I could no longer breathe. All too soon, the end of the line came, and we joined it.
The hallways were long and dark, and soon we made it to a even darker room. Suddenly, bright lights were shone upon us and a booming voice started speaking: " Congratulations, cadets. All of you have made it this far. Now we are going to give you all a test too see if you have what it takes to pilot the specialty mobile suits called "Gundams". We only need seven of you. The rest of you will go into the Elite Corps, so either way, you are all winners."
We knew better. In our hearts, we all wanted to be the ones to pilot the Gundams.