S.W.A.T
Chapter 4
The six girls sleepily awoke at 0600 hours when their alarm started to beep shrilly. Roxie tried to smack the snooze, but ended up hitting it off the table and across the floor. It cracked against the end of Riley's bed and was silent. And if that wasn't enough to wake them up, the yelling from down the hall would. Aimee-Lee managed a small, sleepy smile.
"Good morning," she announced, pushing herself out of bed. The others followed slowly. Riley strode to the door and opened it wide, each girl peering down the hall. The screams were still coming from down the hall.
"What did you do to them?" Riley whispered, regretting that she missed out on the 'fun'. Roxie grinned impishly.
"Well, we covered them in maple syrup, honey, and glue–"
"Put tons of M&M's on the fans-"
"Put horse shit in their pants-"
"What?" Riley asked, trying to hold in the
laughter. She shook her head.
"I don't even want to know the rest." For a second, the hall
was quiet, and they spotted a few fellow soldiers glancing from their open
doorways, curious. Then the door burst open, and the girls couldn't hold
in their laughter. Hunter stepped out and slipped, falling flat on his
butt. His hair was dyed hot pink and done up in seven long spikes.
He was covered in syrup, M&M's sticking to the syrup, and manure was
falling onto the floor. Lipstick was smeared across his face, along with
some toothpaste, and his face was covered in shaving cream. The girls laughed, Riley, Roxie and Aimee-Lee
sitting down on the beds.
Matt and Jeff Hardy peeked
out of their rooms, laughing. Matt
couldn't resist a comment of the manure, "Have a little accident, Hunter?" he
asked, and Hunter sent him a deathly look that would've been much, much more
convincing if he wasn't in his present…condition. Hunter slid down the hallway, facing all
sorts of insults cried from open doorways.
He ended up in front of the girls.
He thrust an accusing finger at them, syrup spraying on them.
"You did this!" he cried. "I'll kill you!"
"You couldn't if you tried, macho boy," responded Riley dryly. "Now will you please get the hell out of our room?" He stared at them menacingly for awhile, which only made them laugh harder, before whirling around and stomping out.
"Don't let the door hit you ass on the way out!" Aimee-Lee cried as the door slammed. They were silent for one minute, and then they all burst into laughter. After a few minutes, they started to get ready for the day.
"So what's the first day like?" Kyrie asked Riley.
Riley heaved her duffel bag up onto the bed, "Worse than any day I've had on the force."
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"Oh, joy, we get to practice with the other team," Katrina said sarcastically as they reached the field. Riley rested her hand on the standard-issue P90, her finger tapping the gun as they approached the field. The other team, hearing their not-so-quiet approach, turned around.
"Finally," remarked someone on the other team. She had brown hair with highlights, and light hazel eyes. Her name was Rachel Black.
Another girl, Tyler, with an appearance like the other girl, only with darker hazel eyes, said, looking Roxie, Kyrie, Riley, Caitlin, Katrina, and Aimee-Lee up and down, "I thought Benoit said that it would be a challenge to see who gets made into a S.W.A.T team."
Riley cocked an eyebrow at her, "If you really don't want to lose, you'd back out now."
"How about this," Tyler said, stepping closer to Riley, "We'll have a shooting test before Benoit and Rocky get here. Loser runs four laps around the Loop."
Riley smiled, tilting her head, "You're on." She looked around the field, seeing Jeff Hardy practicing his shot. Aimee-Lee said something to Riley, running up to get him, asking if he could be the judge for the challenge. He agreed, walking over to them while Riley and Tyler shot rules back at each other.
"You have to shoot the 10 copper figures with the P90, and you can't shoot the front guy with it," Riley explained.
"Using a Magnum for the 7 rounds to fire at the guy," Tyler said, picking up one from the rack of available weapons.
Picking up her own, Riley finished, "The person with all of their rounds hitting the guy or the person with the shots closest to vital body parts wins."
"I expect for you to call this fairly," Tyler shot at Jeff, who nodded, standing behind them.
"On your mark…" they let go of their P90's – it called for DQ if someone was holding their weapon with the go was sounded. Each of them studied the 10 figures, and then the bar where they would have to stop, drop their P90, roll, pull out their Magnum, and fire at the front guy while running, stopping at the second pole. "Get set…" everyone was silent, waiting, "GO!"
Tyler and Riley broke away quickly, sprinting. The challenge called for neither of the competitors to be stopped at any point. Tyler swept the gun back and forth as she ran, the shower of bullets hitting the figures and the grass. Riley switched the machine gun to her left hand, and threw herself into a one handed cartwheel, which helped her aim for a little bit while her arms didn't bounce up and down repeatedly. As they reached the bar, both lifted the straps of the P90s off of their necks, tossing it to the side, diving to the ground and somersaulting. The loud shots from the Magnum echoed across the complex. By the time they were done, Jeff was already looking at the copper figures. All of them were lying down (they fell down once hit) on each side. He advanced to the front. On each side, there was a wooden block, with a large poster of a comical-looking guy holding up a weapon.
On Riley's guy, all seven shots hit him. The bullets hit his upper right leg, his chest, 2 hit his stomach, his skull, his eye, and his neck.
On Tyler's guy, all seven shots hit him also. The bullet hit his shin, his thigh, two hit his stomach, two hit his ribs, and one hit his head.
After a brief debated, Jeff announced the winner, Riley. She knew it had been close, but just smiled and turned to Tyler.
"Do you have good running shoes?" she asked, "The Loop is brutal. I can recommend a couple shops for the running shoes –"
"Soldiers!" they leapt to attention, jogging back to the group. The Rock and Chris Benoit eyed them, nodding to Jeff as he waved and disappeared through the fog.
Caitlin looked at the two trainers. Judging by the looks on their faces, this was going to be one hell of a day.
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Author's Note: I decided to spilt this into two chapters, so sorry if a few things aren't in this chapter. To the four of the other team that I didn't mention, don't worry you'll be in a chapter soon. Either the next chapter or the one after that. Anyway, please review!