*Note: This is just for fun. All characters are copyright ©2001-2002
Westwood Studios. (Yes, I am paranoid)
"ROSS!" Captain Randy "Volcano" Wilson shouted, his face turning purple. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO HIT THE GODDAMN CENTER! THE FUCKING WHITE! NOT THE RED CIRCLE, NOT THE YELLOW ONE, BUT THE GODDAMN WHITE ONE! YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE TO THE U.S. SPECIAL FORCES!" FIFTEEN LAPS AROUND THE FIELD! AND IF YOU STOP FOR ONE GODDAMN SECOND, I'LL ADD FIVE MORE! NOW GO GIRL, GO! Now Jackson, hit the white. GO!"
And he's not kidding, either, thought Second Lieutenant Malcolm Ross. Capt. Wilson was nicknamed "Volcano" for a reason. His red-hot temper and scalding vocabulary would have gotten him booted out of the military years ago, but what it all came down to was that he was the best of the best at what he did. Lt. Ross and four other men, 2nd Lt. Corell, 2nd Lt. Sailor, 2nd Lt. Boyd and 2nd Lt. Curtis, had been strictly under Wilson's command for the past two weeks. They had been specially chosen for the United States All Purpose Division or "USAP" as they called it. It was a special division founded by Lt. Colonel Beatty. The intent was the five men were to be like SEALs, with the aim to be 10x faster, 10x stronger and the ability to think 100x faster under pressure during combat. Lt. Col. Beatty had been assassinated by a Libyan terrorist on the way home from a peace meeting with Iraq, so they put Capt. Wilson in charge. To the men, the training had been torturous. Nonstop horror. Getting up 3:30 in the morning, swimming fifty laps in below freezing water. However, before the physical training had begun they had taken training in espionage. They were taught psychological ways to gather information, how to make a quick disguise, as well as classified information. Anyway, the boys had formed a kind of brotherhood with each other, except for two of them. Malcolm and 2nd Lt. Carlos Sailor hated each other. They had been rivals from before the division had been started. They fought constantly. They made each other miserable. But finally, with only more two days to go, training was over.
The day before the end of training, Malcolm had woken up happy to get out the following day. As he arrived at the breakfast area, he noticed even Sailor was in a good mood. However, that was about to change.
"ROSS!" Captain Randy "Volcano" Wilson shouted, his face turning purple. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO HIT THE GODDAMN CENTER! THE FUCKING WHITE! NOT THE RED CIRCLE, NOT THE YELLOW ONE, BUT THE GODDAMN WHITE ONE! YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE TO THE U.S. SPECIAL FORCES!" FIFTEEN LAPS AROUND THE FIELD! AND IF YOU STOP FOR ONE GODDAMN SECOND, I'LL ADD FIVE MORE! NOW GO GIRL, GO! Now Jackson, hit the white. GO!"
And he's not kidding, either, thought Second Lieutenant Malcolm Ross. Capt. Wilson was nicknamed "Volcano" for a reason. His red-hot temper and scalding vocabulary would have gotten him booted out of the military years ago, but what it all came down to was that he was the best of the best at what he did. Lt. Ross and four other men, 2nd Lt. Corell, 2nd Lt. Sailor, 2nd Lt. Boyd and 2nd Lt. Curtis, had been strictly under Wilson's command for the past two weeks. They had been specially chosen for the United States All Purpose Division or "USAP" as they called it. It was a special division founded by Lt. Colonel Beatty. The intent was the five men were to be like SEALs, with the aim to be 10x faster, 10x stronger and the ability to think 100x faster under pressure during combat. Lt. Col. Beatty had been assassinated by a Libyan terrorist on the way home from a peace meeting with Iraq, so they put Capt. Wilson in charge. To the men, the training had been torturous. Nonstop horror. Getting up 3:30 in the morning, swimming fifty laps in below freezing water. However, before the physical training had begun they had taken training in espionage. They were taught psychological ways to gather information, how to make a quick disguise, as well as classified information. Anyway, the boys had formed a kind of brotherhood with each other, except for two of them. Malcolm and 2nd Lt. Carlos Sailor hated each other. They had been rivals from before the division had been started. They fought constantly. They made each other miserable. But finally, with only more two days to go, training was over.
The day before the end of training, Malcolm had woken up happy to get out the following day. As he arrived at the breakfast area, he noticed even Sailor was in a good mood. However, that was about to change.