Author's Note:  I just got my school schedule today, and I hate it already.  Called a few people and no one are in any of my classes.  Goody.  Get to suffer with the snobs.  Don't know why I'm telling you, but...  Anyway, I'd really appreciate it if you guys could check out some of my other stories.  On to the story!

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S.W.A.T

Chapter 7

            Chris Benoit shifted at the silence.  "Okay," he said, and turned to the Rock, "Whose team will go first?"

            "I'll go," Roxie spoke up quietly.  Chris turned around, surprised, but happy. 

            "Okay," he said, pointing to a white line, "Go to the start."  Roxie nodded, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.  "Most of the untrained women got a time of about 35 minutes.  The ones who weren't disqualified," he added his eyes boring into hers.

            "You'll do all right," The Rock reassured with a gentle squeeze of her shoulder.  "Just do your best."

            "You sound like my mother," Roxie said, though grateful for the reassurance as she prepared with a few warm-up stretches, trying to ignore the stares from Benoit's team. 

            "Hey, Roxie," Riley said.

            "Huh?"

            "Shoot Sable for me, would you?"

            "It'd be my pleasure," replied Roxie as she put on the goggles.  From what Riley had told them about Sable, it was evident that they would probably hate her as much as she did.

            "Ready?" Chris said.  She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat.  "Set…"  She bent down, waiting for the command.  "GO!" as he hit the timer to start, she leapt forward, sprinting to the ropes.  Once she reached the wall, she didn't hesitate.  She simply grabbed the thick rope, braced her feet on the wall, and scaled it, moving her gloved hands quickly.

            By the time she hit the monkey bars, the timer had reached 2 minutes.  Roxie gripped the bars, going one by one quickly.  As she went to grab the bar that began the downward descent, she was swinging, actually letting go of the last bar before she grabbed the next.  Her glove slipped from the bar, and she just managed to grab the bar behind her.  All of her weight pulling on her shoulder, she felt a sharp pain, feeling the bones start to shift.  Quickly, she grabbed the next bar, and completed the bars carefully.  The slip had cost her time.  She was now 5 ½ minutes. 

            Roxie glanced swiftly at the maze of bars.  Each one she hit, ten seconds were added to her time.  She decided to run through it.  Ducking and jumping over the bars, she only hit three of the roughly 100 bars, making her time to 9 minutes, ten seconds. 

            Once she reached the second half, she sprinted across the canvas, staying on the edges of each piece.  When she saw a piece that looked whiter and more worn down, she avoided it.  If you broke a piece, but didn't fall, it was five minutes to the time.  Roxie managed to avoid all of the spots, getting to the shaft/air duct at 11 minutes.

            Roxie eased herself into the shaft, bracing her legs and arms against the sides, knowing that if she just dropped down, she would injure herself.  The shaft took up 3 minutes, but gave her a chance to regain her breath.  Once out, she somersaulted, picking the two paintball guns – a machine and a pistol.  Shots fired from all around her as she sprinted the 25 feet in a zig-zag pattern, remembering that a moving target was harder to hit.  Roxie gripped the machine paintball in her left hand, swaying it back and forth.  She hit all five people on the left side, killing them. 

            Roxie finally hit the tunnel.  Almost immediately, a person followed her, playing a long game of cat and mouse.  She risked a look back, accelerating her speed, hiding her shock at seeing Benoit behind her, his hand reaching out to tag her.  Roxie sped past him, her breath becoming ragged as she left the tunnel.  As soon as she began her scale up the wall, Benoit was starting.  Halfway up, she remembered what Riley had told her.

            'There are no rules, besides how you get killed.  Use what you have, and it doesn't matter what you have to do, just make sure you get this thing finished.' 

            Roxie grabbed the paintball gun she had, shooting at Benoit's rope.  The bullet ate through the rope, sending Benoit crashing to the ground, cursing.  She let the rope on the other side slide through her hands as she climbed down, letting gravity do most of the work.  She was at 18 minutes now.

            Roxie picked up the logs, setting them in the pit in the center quickly.  By the time (20 min.) she was done, she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.  Launching herself into the net, Roxie scaled it as quickly as she possibly could.  She completed going across the pillars with the single piece of wood, only once almost toppling over.  She killed all 10 shooters with almost perfect aim, only a splatter of pink paint from a shot close to her leg covering her boot.  The air duct was tight, but she made good time. 

            Unlike many others before her, she immediately was able to disengage the bomb.  She climbed the wall and descended it, her tiredness slowing her down.  Her sprint to the finish turned into a jog. 

            "34 minutes, 59 seconds!" cried a timer as she collapsed past the finish line.