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Michelle and the rest of the girls followed Trowa nervously, waiting to see what their task would be. They could hear their footsteps echoing off the walls of the dark metal corridor that would lead them to their challenge. The corridor ended at a metal door. Trowa opened the heavy door, and led the girls outside.
Michelle blinked a few times, trying to adjust her eyes to the sudden bright light. An obstacle course was laid out for them, starting at the door and ending at the far side of the dirt field.
"Alright," Trowa began, "prepare to get dirty during this exam. This will test how fast you can move over obstacles. If you become a pilot, not only will you become dirty, but you will also have to maneuver through many obstacles. So don't complain to me if you get your new $50 pants dirty," he eyed a girl in the corner.
Michelle groaned. She never liked obstacle courses. She wasn't much of an athlete, but that didn't mean she was a total failure in sports. When she was younger, she attended a fencing class, a judo class, and a kickboxing class, so she was pretty flexible. But she still didn't like obstacle courses.
Meanwhile, Trowa explained the course rules. The participant would first crawl under a barbed wire fence, then leap over a wooden gate. She would then climb across the monkey bars, swing across a mud pond, climb a rope ladder connected to a short wall, leap over the wall, then sprint towards the finish line.
"It's simple enough," he said. "Heero could do it in one minute flat." He chuckled. "Of course, Heero could do anything in one minute. Even die."
Michelle had to giggle. This Heero person sounded funny.
"Number Zero-Thirteen, Katherine Carlson," Trowa called. "You're up."
The girl called Katherine stepped up to the starting line. Trowa blew his whistle and she was off.
The girl made it look easy. Michelle had to admit that this girl was really good.
"I don't have a chance," she muttered. "Not even the God of Death could help me."
"Never put any faith in the God of Death," Trowa said grimly. "He's not a very reliable person."
"You know the God of Death?" Michelle asked.
"We're," he paused, "acquainted."
Michelle stared at him. She took no notice of Katherine, who had finished the course.
"You're up Zero-Fourteen," Trowa said.
Michelle took off into the field. This is fairly easy, she thought. It reminded her of the obstacle course she ran at her old school's field day. Up and over. Through and out. Simple.
Trowa nodded when she finished the course. "Well done," he said quietly. "Even Heero would be impressed."
Michelle thanked him, and joined the rest of the girls.
On the other side of the compound, Winona had just entered her testing area.
The boy looks nice," she decided after seeing Quatre. What was his name? Quatre? Well, he seems fairly nice. And cute. Very cute.
Quatre led the four girls into a comfortable room with four chairs and a table. On the other side of the room was a heavy metal door.
"Please wait in here," he asked politely. "One by one, I will call you into the next room. When in there, you will be given an oral exam. There are ten questions, none are multiple choice. Don't worry, everyone will do fine."
Winona panicked. A test?! She thought. But I didn't even study! Oh no, I'm going to fail for sure! Maybe I should ask someone what the topic will be. But no one knows! Argh!
She was left panicking in the corner of the couch while the first girl went into the room. In what felt like hours, the door opened again and the next girl was called in. Winona was frantically searching through her mind, digging out what information she had learned in her past school years that would be of some use.
"Zero-Eleven, Winona Reagan," Quatre said.
Winona didn't hear him. She was too busy concentrating on her gathered information.
"Zero-Eleven, Winona Reagan," Quatre repeated.
Winona still didn't hear him. Only when the girl next to her nudge her in the ribs did she look up. Her face flushed pink.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I was thinking about stuff."
Quatre smiled. "That's alright. I do that myself at times. My friends yell at me all the time."
Winona giggled.
Quatre led her into a sealed room that contained only two chairs. He sat down in one. She sat down in the other.
"Don't look so nervous," Quatre reassured her. "There is nothing to worry about. Just trust your instincts."
Winona smiled nervously. The testing commenced.
"First question," Quatre started. "Do you fire at an unarmed enemy?"
At first, Winona had the desire to say yes. But something inside her told her to say no. The words 'no' escaped her lips before she could think anything else.
"Second question," he continued. "Would you sacrifice the innocent to stop the enemy?"
She had to say no to that question. "It is mad to sacrifice the innocent." She replied.
Quatre cocked an eyebrow but said nothing.
The questions continued, Winona saying 'yes' or 'no' as an answer. After the ten questions, she left the room feeling relieved. After the last girl went, Quatre said he would then lead them to their next test. But Winona was no longer nervous. She thought that if she could pass a test without studying, she could do anything.
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Michelle and the rest of the girls followed Trowa nervously, waiting to see what their task would be. They could hear their footsteps echoing off the walls of the dark metal corridor that would lead them to their challenge. The corridor ended at a metal door. Trowa opened the heavy door, and led the girls outside.
Michelle blinked a few times, trying to adjust her eyes to the sudden bright light. An obstacle course was laid out for them, starting at the door and ending at the far side of the dirt field.
"Alright," Trowa began, "prepare to get dirty during this exam. This will test how fast you can move over obstacles. If you become a pilot, not only will you become dirty, but you will also have to maneuver through many obstacles. So don't complain to me if you get your new $50 pants dirty," he eyed a girl in the corner.
Michelle groaned. She never liked obstacle courses. She wasn't much of an athlete, but that didn't mean she was a total failure in sports. When she was younger, she attended a fencing class, a judo class, and a kickboxing class, so she was pretty flexible. But she still didn't like obstacle courses.
Meanwhile, Trowa explained the course rules. The participant would first crawl under a barbed wire fence, then leap over a wooden gate. She would then climb across the monkey bars, swing across a mud pond, climb a rope ladder connected to a short wall, leap over the wall, then sprint towards the finish line.
"It's simple enough," he said. "Heero could do it in one minute flat." He chuckled. "Of course, Heero could do anything in one minute. Even die."
Michelle had to giggle. This Heero person sounded funny.
"Number Zero-Thirteen, Katherine Carlson," Trowa called. "You're up."
The girl called Katherine stepped up to the starting line. Trowa blew his whistle and she was off.
The girl made it look easy. Michelle had to admit that this girl was really good.
"I don't have a chance," she muttered. "Not even the God of Death could help me."
"Never put any faith in the God of Death," Trowa said grimly. "He's not a very reliable person."
"You know the God of Death?" Michelle asked.
"We're," he paused, "acquainted."
Michelle stared at him. She took no notice of Katherine, who had finished the course.
"You're up Zero-Fourteen," Trowa said.
Michelle took off into the field. This is fairly easy, she thought. It reminded her of the obstacle course she ran at her old school's field day. Up and over. Through and out. Simple.
Trowa nodded when she finished the course. "Well done," he said quietly. "Even Heero would be impressed."
Michelle thanked him, and joined the rest of the girls.
On the other side of the compound, Winona had just entered her testing area.
The boy looks nice," she decided after seeing Quatre. What was his name? Quatre? Well, he seems fairly nice. And cute. Very cute.
Quatre led the four girls into a comfortable room with four chairs and a table. On the other side of the room was a heavy metal door.
"Please wait in here," he asked politely. "One by one, I will call you into the next room. When in there, you will be given an oral exam. There are ten questions, none are multiple choice. Don't worry, everyone will do fine."
Winona panicked. A test?! She thought. But I didn't even study! Oh no, I'm going to fail for sure! Maybe I should ask someone what the topic will be. But no one knows! Argh!
She was left panicking in the corner of the couch while the first girl went into the room. In what felt like hours, the door opened again and the next girl was called in. Winona was frantically searching through her mind, digging out what information she had learned in her past school years that would be of some use.
"Zero-Eleven, Winona Reagan," Quatre said.
Winona didn't hear him. She was too busy concentrating on her gathered information.
"Zero-Eleven, Winona Reagan," Quatre repeated.
Winona still didn't hear him. Only when the girl next to her nudge her in the ribs did she look up. Her face flushed pink.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I was thinking about stuff."
Quatre smiled. "That's alright. I do that myself at times. My friends yell at me all the time."
Winona giggled.
Quatre led her into a sealed room that contained only two chairs. He sat down in one. She sat down in the other.
"Don't look so nervous," Quatre reassured her. "There is nothing to worry about. Just trust your instincts."
Winona smiled nervously. The testing commenced.
"First question," Quatre started. "Do you fire at an unarmed enemy?"
At first, Winona had the desire to say yes. But something inside her told her to say no. The words 'no' escaped her lips before she could think anything else.
"Second question," he continued. "Would you sacrifice the innocent to stop the enemy?"
She had to say no to that question. "It is mad to sacrifice the innocent." She replied.
Quatre cocked an eyebrow but said nothing.
The questions continued, Winona saying 'yes' or 'no' as an answer. After the ten questions, she left the room feeling relieved. After the last girl went, Quatre said he would then lead them to their next test. But Winona was no longer nervous. She thought that if she could pass a test without studying, she could do anything.
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Good? Bad? Tell me! I would please like reviews! Reviews boost my self-esteem! Reviews make my dreams come true! I want to be a writer. That's how they help. Thank you come again.