Act 1: Misrepresenting the w'e' in 'Team'

Time: 1:34.11 P.M.

Location: Several Miles off the Western Coast of Africa

Exact Location: Several miles away from the "Base Camp", with the Dropship descending down

Traveling one mile up across the Saharan southwest, heading eastward across the continent, the cadets are preparing themselves for their immediate departure onto the terrain. Although from the first glance, you would have seen the area parched with some areas of dry terrain, the overall area has been a bit damp as moments of wet mud are appearing, representing the start of the rainy season. This proves no handicap whatsoever to the intrepid adventures, as the territory is not only on the northern edge of the cloud path, but the team is well prepared to deal with anything that they come across.

Or in the case of Duncan, anything that does not involve overall common sense whatsoever.

"Potemkin, we are prepared to drop the supplies. Should we wait until the cadets leave?" The pilots quickly communicate to Guard and temporary "Head Instructor" Potemkin as they await his command.

"No. Drop the goods at once."

"Understood." With one switch, the head pilot opens the cargo hold. The infantry soldiers push the five supply crates out of the ship, one by one, as their parachutes are quickly deployed and descend gently to the surface of the African continent.

Next on the list were the mech pilots. Already secured in their separate drop compartments, their first operation was to recover the goods and transport each crate to the base camp. All five of the crates had to be recovered, as each crate contained a separate key element for the operation: foods, communications equipment, spare ammunitions, medical supplies in case it is necessary and mechanical repair equipment in case the guns or mechs are locked out. Although five crates seem excessive for such an operation, understand that they are dealing with several unlisted handicaps, as well as several advantages as well.

"Potemkin, my team and I are ready." Caspian responded on the intercom as the head of the mech squadron. "Send the word."

"Move out when you are ready."

Having direct linkage to the pilots, he commands them to begin the drop. As such, the five pilots; Caspian, Doloman, Elba, Sidney, and Tristan, leave their respective spots as their mechs descend to the land. Once well away from the ship, their rockets are quickly engaged as they decelerate and land on the earth, receiving minimal damage overall. Caspian sends another signal to the ship. "We have landed on Terra. Everyone is fine here."

"Confirmed." Replied the Guard once again. "We're sending in the infantry now."

Once they hear Potemkin's words, the cadets descend down, in classic paratrooper style. Normally, they would be using Jet packs, but they were not supplied for the mission for lack of necessity, and to learn how to combat without the use of "Black Tech," because it is sometimes common to id situations where survival skills are required, especially when fighting renegade Gears.

Cadets Fiona, Mason, Sheldon, and Leon arrive on Terra without any problems. Cadet Duncan, much like his nature, crashes on a lonely tree at maximum speed. He removes his suit and drops down, standing up without any problems. "I'm ok."

"Uh... Potemkin, our team is fine... I think." Cadet Fiona replies to Potemkin as a sweat drop crosses her cheek.

"I got it, Fiona." He opens the link to the mech pilots and their respective leaders. "You have your orders in this operation, and are advised that this operation is timed. I'll be waiting for you at the base camp." Shutting down the link, he heads to the cockpit of the dropship. "1st Class Guard Potemkin," the copilot replied. "What are your orders?"

"For now, you can drop me off at these coordinates." He hands him a map showing the location of the base camp and the "research station" fifteen miles to the north.

"So you want us to land on the base camp?"

"Yes." He said. "After that, you can return to the continent."

"Understood." The pilots alter their current heading and travel northward toward the camp.

As we switch our attention to the mech pilots, we notice that conflict has arisen among the pilots. To make it plain and simple, they lack direction sense.

"Look, Caspian. I know the Headmaster assigned you as team leader, but I need to explain something to you. You are the worst map reader I have ever seen! This blue line is not a tree, this yellow patch is not mountain terrain, and how is the index there the secret to the 'meaning of life?!'"

"Elba, be quiet ok? It's hard to see when you have dirt streaking out across my windshield."

"It was because we happened to land in a dry area. You, on the other hand, landed in the mud. And don't you have the map with you in your cockpit?"

It was true. While Elba, Doloman, Tristan, and Sidney landed on the ground with only dust covering their mechs, the team leader Caspian, landed on a mud patch, having landed in the middle of a watering hole. The animals were not pleased, and turned around in panic. This has also disoriented the leader, as he tries to regain his sense of direction and confusing the rest of the team.

"Capsian, Elba, calm yourself. We have an operation to perform, correct?" Doloman, who already has the first crate in his hands, replied to the two. They both back off. "Now we were all supplied with a copy of the map, so let me take a look here." Cadet Doloman takes out his map as he places his crate back down.

The other two pilots, Tristan and Sidney, arrive, each carrying two more crates from the drop. They remained quiet, looking at the three for further orders. "I see you two have arrived."

"Ok. Sidney, good job with the crates... the same goes for you too, Tristan." Caspian responds to Sidney with much respect, while leaving Tristan to fill in the scraps. "Now then, we still have to find those two other crates. Elba, you'll go with Tristan and recover the other crate."

"Hold on, I have to go with you. We need to keep a strong link with the communications, and I'm the one to do it."

"Yes, but..."

"No buts. I'm going with you."

Caspian sighs. "Fine. Doloman and Tristan will lead the search for the other crates. I'll assume they are not hard to find."

"Fine by me. I can find the place anyway. Come Tristan." The team quickly splits as Caspian, Elba, and Sidney head to the base camp with the crates, leaving the other two to search for the others.

Elsewhere, the infantry team has already gotten Duncan's equipment off the tree, and is ready to walk towards the base camp. However, much like the other team, an odd feeling is forming, as it relates to both cooperation and hostility.

"You got Duncan out of the tree, right?" replied Fiona.

"Yeah, we got him." Leon replied. "The guy figured out a way to untangle himself."

"Good. Now then, let's get down to business." She takes out a paper map and gathers the team members, forming a circle around it. Showing their estimated location, she makes a judgment call to how long it will be to their target location. "I already figured out the map beforehand, and I think we can manage if we do it this way. Now, if we head in this direction..."

"Get some sense into your head." Sheldon replied. "We have these communicators with us. Finding the place will be easy."

"We aren't using those Sheldon. It clearly stated on our initial jump that we cannot use our communicators as maps."

Sheldon did not like this. "Man, that is such... why the hell not?"

"First off, I am in charge and I say so, and second, if we try asking for help without using the maps, we are going to look bad in front of Potemkin for not relying on us in survival situations."

"I still think this is bad." He kicked up his boot to the ground. Some dust rises up from it. "Who has the communicators by the way?"

"Duncan." She points to a small pocket in his backpack which holds the communicators.

"You mean that kid? That's a great way to protect our asses."

"Hey!" Duncan overheard the entire thing.

"No offense kid, but you aren't cut out for this."

"Come on." He asked. "You think you have it better that me."

"Shut up you two. I don't like seeing this." Leon takes the floor and quells the problem. "Besides, it's not my fault that Duncan's with us. He needs to pass this just as some of us need to."

"...fine." Sheldon retracts his statement. He was one of those people who needed redemption and was not going to cross that line just yet. "So where do we head off, oh Fearless Leader?" He said in a condescending attitude.

"Follow me. If we get their fast, then maybe I'll lay off on you, Sheldon."

"...deal." The soldier walked on with the rest of the team

Flushing back into the other team, we notice Tristan and Doloman already in their search for the other two crates. Almost out of instinct, Doloman speaks to his compatriot while recovering a crate along the path. "So, you think we are going to do well in this mission?" Tristan remains silent as he locates the other crate, stuck behind a tree. "You don't have to be all quiet and everything..."

"...I know." Tristan grabs the crate.

"So... what's with the silent treatment? That was Potemkin back there."

"...I know."

Doloman's curiosity exceeded his common sense. "So, was it because of that...?"

"It was nothing, ok?!" The mech pilot yelled out. Doloman was quickly silenced. Tristan, however, did not want to act like that. "I'm sorry. I just decided to recede from talking to everyone."

"I see. You're talking about that incident with the team." He shifted his mech to autopilot as it went to the direction of the base camp. "Forget that, ok?"

"How can I? It was the first time I failed in a mission, and I had to be the one who did it."

"I don't believe you at all about this, ok? If it was up to me, I would automatically..."

"Shut up, ok?" He silences him again, but retracts it. "I'm sorry I had to do that, but I just can't agree with you."

"You think I'm going to take that from you?" He shakes his head in shame. "Listen, it's been one mistake in your perfectly flawless record."

"Flawless?" He takes a 100 page notebook from behind his seat and goes to a random page, reading off as he goes. "Remember that time I accidentally got 1 digit off of my keycode and got a verbal whipping from the instructors."

"Well, it happens, and that was because your assigned mech was not programmed yet."

"Ok...and that time I was competition in the relays and I almost lost because of some rocks in the way?"

"Well, it affected everyone on the course. There was rain in the Appalachian Mountains at that time."

"That was true, but..." He flips to another page, continuing down. "...what about the food fight incident which I had nothing to do with, but everyone though I started it."

"You got exonerated for that eventually. Everyone found out it was partly Duncan's fault, even though he did explain that the food should be better for morale."

"And the headmaster's ball, where everyone though I "spiked" the refreshments?"

"But it did save everyone from a raid by the Assassin's Guild... at least I think it did."

"But what about...?" He flushed through the pages, and then felt silent for a moment as he could not come up with any scenario listed that contradicted his poor luck. "Nevermind." He chucked the book back behind him.

"See, you worry too much."

"Maybe, but that incident..." He paused for a second to get his voice right. "Because of that one mistake that I did, no one respects me in the academy anymore. They think I'm just this asshole that cares for nobody in battle. I'm even more disrespected than Duncan."

"Are you guys done?" replied Capsian, who was within range of their radios, and wanted to make sure they were still alive. He did not know anything about what they were talking. "Come on you two. I can't have you dragging us around like useless nobodies."

"See, now even Caspian doesn't respect me. He blames me for having scarred his good name around the academy!"

"Don't worry about him." Doloman replied. "There's something about Caspian that I don't get either."

"What do you mean?" He asked, focusing his attention not on him for once.

"Look at it. Have you ever realized that he was more focused on trying to be perfect? He's like this glory hog or something. In all of his operations, he has somehow managed to make sure he takes all the credit for his team, and not give any credit to the rest. He even complains when he doesn't have the lead position. I swear, we give him one swift kick, and no one will miss him."

"Still, the fact that he has more power than us, I want to tell him how I feel, but..." He shifts his attention to the other two. "What about Elba? She's a crazy firecracker or something?"

"I'm not touching her at all. Elba is a "loose cannon", and that's that... but Sidney seems all right for his class. I can't tell if there is anything we can exploit."

"Personally, the way I see it, if we can get this operation over with fast and quick, we'll be better off." Tristan said. "Because I want to leave this whole experience behind. This operation is just the Academy's way of screwing me over, you know that?"

Focusing our attention on the infantry, we see that this team has managed to work more often as a team, with the exception of Duncan of course, even though he is acting quiet.

"Well, I guess Duncan is keeping to himself. That's a plus." Thought Fiona, as her team progressed naturally. She was keeping quiet while the remaining team did the same.

However, once you start trekking out in the dust for about a few hours, eventually the silence starts to break, especially on one irate soldier. "You know, we've been walking for hours now, and we have no idea where the hell is this place."

"Calm down, Sheldon. We are about to get there..."

"Just shut up, ok? I don't care if you are the leader of this operation. If you can't deal with it, then why the hell do you even bother? You know we could have been able to link up with the other team so easily if you..."

"We are in this together, so stuff it!" Fiona flipped her head forward and back out of frustration. "Listen, some of us are doing this just because we can. You're doing this just so you can pass. I don't need jackasses like you treating us like..."

"All right, be quiet everyone!" Mason took the floor. "We have an obligation as a team to see this through. Cadet Leon has been staying out of this, and Duncan over there is behaving nicely, which I am quite surprised."

The four turn around to notice Duncan fiddling with his hands as he takes several snapshots of the terrain. As to what he is going to do with it bears little to the operation. "Now can't we get a communication to our mech team?"

"Well, like I said earlier, the one who has the comm equipment is Duncan."

"Did someone call my name?" replied the photographer, who was oblivious to the complaints.

"No, we just came to say hi."

"Oh, well you didn't..."

"Of course we need you! If you had spared any attention to us...!" Sheldon did not finish. Fiona's frustration forced her to slam the butt of her rifle of his back. "Fiona, what gives?!"

"That is for disrespecting your fellow team members! Do that again, and once we get back to the Academy, I'll throw you out of there myself!" She heads to Duncan. "Anyway, we need a link to the mech team. We seem to be lost."

"Ok, Ok. Hang on. This should be easy." Taking off his backpack and opening it up, he takes out the five communicators and hands them. Once received, Fiona makes a link directly to Caspian. "Team Leader Caspian, can you read me?"

"I have your signal, Team Leader Fiona." The linkup was quickly established. "What do you need?"

"We need to quickly get to "basecamp," and I was wondering if we could get a ride."

Caspian was not pleased to hear this. "Why are you telling me this? Didn't the mission objectives state that...?"

"I know, but my team and I are getting impatient."

"Sorry, I can't help you with this. We are already carrying valuable crates to the site, and we can't spare backup."

"Damn." She vented her frustration away from Caspian. "Well could you at least tell something else?"

"What exactly?" He felt a lot tenser than before.

"We need to know where we are in relation to the base camp. Our paper maps aren't cutting it, and we need to know the info that's there on the mechs."

"Well... I'll transmit our trajectory. You should be able to follow us from there." A mini window forms, showing their spot in relation to the mech team, and the base camp. They were not far off from their target. "That much we can do."

"Ok, over and out." The link is closed. Fiona changes her direction. "Ok, we are heading this way, as we are not far off from our path."

"Are you sure about this?"

"Sheldon, do you want to finish this mission and go home?"

"Uh...yes!"

"Then listen to me, and stop whining." The rest of the team follows. Sheldon does so despite his frequent insubordination.

Despite all of what has happened before hand, several hours later, the two teams pull together and arrive at the base camp, where Potemkin, the drop ship, and the two nameless pilots are waiting for them. "So, you ten have been able to arrive safely."

"It took us a while to locate each other, but we made it."

"Good, considering what I heard while you were coming here. Your communication channels were open, so the pilots and I heard everything." Several drops of sweat dripped inside the cadets. "Since you are here though, it will give you time to establish a base of operations."

He turns to address the commanding officers. "Caspian and Fiona, you two are in charge of setting up the base. The crates should be enough to manage for your 72 hour mission, and as of right now, you will be on your own."

"1st Class Guard Potemkin, are you telling us that we have to figure out how to do this?"

"Yes." He hands the two several folders, each containing a map of the research station, , potential threats in each respective area, recon photos, and an objective, listed right in front of them. "I'll come back in two days and find out how you did, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ok, guys. We can go now." The three reenter the dropship and depart.

"I was wondering something, Fiona." Caspian replied. "How will Potemkin know how the mission will go?"

"...I don't know. No one told you how this mission was going to go, did they?"

"Nope. I was received the same info as you."

"Weird... Meh."

Time: 9:23.44 P.M.

Location: Twenty Miles Away From the Basecamp

Exact Location: The Landing Spot of the Mayship

Under the darkness of night, the Mayship stealthy sneaks by the darkness, gradually landing in a dry patch of land that was currently being occupied by several antelope herds which are... well, that is as far as I am going for that scene, especially when the engines have suddenly backfired upon landing.

"Stupid Engines! Why can't they work right?" A frustrated Novel starts to slam the engine with her giant mech foot. "I told Johnny we needed to find something new, but he still insisted that we fix them. I got to ask him about our dealings with Zepp in getting new parts."

"I heard that." Johnny replied, who was thankfully not talking to Novel at the time. "We'll have the table all ready to go for tomorrow's breakfast, Leap." He switches his attention to the rest of the crew. "Ok, ladies. Now I know that we are full of energy right now, but we do have to wake up early tomorrow."

"Aww!" was the common reply of everyone. "But I don't want to sleep yet." replied May who from the sound of her voice sounded a lot more tired that she appeared to be.

"Come on, May. We have to get ready for tomorrow. I don't want you fall asleep again like the last time we tried swiping the royal pantry from the Princess of Denmark. (Though she was a bit odd with the way she tinkered with the fork.)"

"Johnny!"

"Well, I am telling the truth here. Why was she flinging food with her fork I have no idea. (Then again, she was somewhat of a mute, but that's off-topic.)" He clears his throat. "Anyway, this is probably going to be an easy one. We go in, search the place, and get out, correct?"

"Yes." April replied as she took command of the intercom "But are you sure that's it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've been thinking that maybe this operation would be longer."

"Well, you said that it would not be long because it was abandoned and all that, right? It was your idea to go along with this."

"Yes, but I think we could salvage some items and sell it for profit, I assume."

"Well, you're right about that, but..."

"Can I know something?" Octy replied as she took her turn on the intercom. "When do you think we can start this; the afternoon, sunset? I happen to have been working on something at the moment."

"I'd say right after breakfast. Is that ok?" Most of them agree in their own respective manner on the intercom. "Anyway, if that is everything, everyone head over to bed, and if you do hear loud engine noise tonight, it's because Novel is trying to fix the engines."

She immediately takes control of the intercom system. "Johnny, we need to talk about that! We need a new engine, and pronto."

"And where do you suppose..."

"Zepp."

Johnny quickly shuts up.

Date: April 22, 218X

Time: 7:12.23 A.M.

Location: The Cadets Basecamp. Ten Miles Away from the Target objective.

Having been the first two officers to wake up, Casipan and Fiona decide to awaken the team in a manner most befitting them.... the classic Reveille. (Zepp-mix).

A military trumpet horn is heard all across the base camp as it announces the call of the Calvary. In this case the Calvary happens to be four mech pilots and four soldiers looking almost like the lumbering mechs themselves. Quickly, they get out and change to their standard issue uniforms, getting out of their tents and approaching the two, read for battle.

Team Leader Fiona: "Ahem."

Correct that. Six are dressed in their battle gear and ready to fight. Doloman is still asleep even with the "Reveille" and Duncan is well... Duncan.

"Caspian, I don't know why you have to have the old lousy song playing every time we wake up. It gives me a headache at the academy."

"Your lucky I can't hurt you know that?" Caspian sneered at Duncan, who was acting his usual apathetic self. Ignoring him, he addresses the remaining troops.

"Ok. The good news is that I have your food all ready." The small hint of cooking eggs navigates its way towards the cadets. With improvements in the quality of food supplied after the increased relations with "A County", the morale has increased tremendously, even if it is only in small quantities from the rebuilt farms, and since the team has not eaten since their establishment on the base camp, they are all ready to go and eat.

As an added bonus thankfully, the smell of the food awakens Doloman. "You seem to have trouble waking up, don't you, Doloman?"

"Sorry about that, Team Leader." He replies as he regains consciousness.

As the four approach the commissary, and grab a plate, Fiona addresses everyone as she takes out a holographic projector from one of the crates. Turning it on, it shows an image of the base in front of them.

"Ok, here is the plan so that everyone won't be screwing this up. The old station is currently monitored by lonely drone turrets left over from the first time this place was constructed." On the map appeared 40 turrets, each scattered around the entire base equally. "As you can see here, all of the units have every area covered, so our plan is to use the mechs as a way to cover our infantry. Therefore..." The screen quickly shifts to show the front of the base. "Elba, Sidney, and Tristan will take out the turrets. Once we are in the clear, Doloman and I will..."

"Wait, can't I say something now?"

"What is it now Elba?" He sighed with displeasure.

"Why do you always place me down? I mean, I am the one with the best technical skills on this team, including cooking I might add?"

"So what do you want, Elba?"

"I want you to assign me with you and leave Doloman to take out the turrets."

"...fine. You get to navigate the team. Now then, Fiona, if you care to explain to your troops the situation."

"Ok." The picture quickly zooms to the inside of the fortress. "Dunce over there will be our leading man. While the four of us split into two and lead toward the unguarded sides, Duncan will infiltrate the front of the building where the Gears are probably congregating."

"Me will go in to front?" He replied with a childish attitude.

"Yes, and you shall distract everyone while we take the sides."

"...ok." He plopped down as everyone gives him a "why do we even bother with this guy" look.

"I have a question." Cadet Leon replied. "What is the point of us going in there, Fiona?"

"According to the mission file, we have to basically level the base down. However, that is part one. Our second part lies inside the base." The map changes to focus only on the main building. "Deep underground the base are several dossiers. The government things that the info has something to do with preliminary research on how to stop a Gear. That is why the infiltration team is needed. Once we get that info, we can clearly say that the mission is complete. Of course at that point, the mech team probably has the explosives ready." The holomap quickly dissipates as Fiona gives the floor to Caspian.

"The Headmaster told us that this will not take 72 hours total. However, I think we can get this operation done in less that time. So therefore, the quicker we get this done, the better I, I mean, we will be to the class." He quickly changes his pace. "We move out in two hours."

Time: 9:12.33 A.M.

Location: The Mayship

Exact Location: May's Quarters

"May, wake up. The entire team is ready to go."

"Uh..." She gradually opens her eyes as she sees April fully dressed and feeling very bright eyed. "Hi April. Why did you wake me up so early?"

"Because you were suppose to wake up two hours ago. The whole team is eating breakfast, and I think Leap is making pancakes."

"And I'm missing out on this?" She jumps out of bed, runs to the dresser, and changes from her pajamas to her pirate clothes, all in the matter of 5 seconds. "Ok, let's go."

Back down in the dining hall, the entire crew is currently waiting for their food as they are waiting Johnny and Leap to come out with the food. Unfortunately, something interesting happens as the two walk out with the plate full of pancakes.

"Johnny, you forgot the syrup."

"Oh, right. Sorry Leap." He goes to grab it, but is instead trampled by the remaining nine girls each in a desire to grab the bottle for their own reasons. Dizzy does not join in because she was unsure what was going on.

An hour after that event passes, Johnny, May, and April look out to a large, abandoned building on the outskirts of the terrain. Johnny, once again, places doubt on this plan. "April, you said that this station has something for us, right?"

"Like I said yesterday, my source told me there was 1,000 world dollars somewhere in this building, but I also heard that several years ago, it was used as a place to store diamonds from thieves. It looks like no one has come back to claim the bounty, seeing as the building is starting to crumble."

"Who told you this place anyway?" May replied.

"I found out during the Swiss mission. When we raided the vaults, I found several papers telling me about this place. The papers did seem a bit faded."

"So the place could have been abandoned since before the Gear war?"

"Perhaps, Johnny."

"You know, maybe this operation is not going to be as bad as I though." The remaining pirate girls watch on as the other pirates take out the "magically powered" biplane. Johnny, May, and April boarded the ship and started the engines. "We'll take a look inside the place first, and then go from there." April replied as the ship took off towards the ruins.

Time: Same

Location: The Floating Continent of Zepp

Exact Location: President Gabriel's Office

After chatting with "A Country's" President, Erica Bartholomew, President Gabriel, once a former sergeant of the enslaved continent of Zepp, now ruler of said country, is casually relaxing on his couch as he watches the news unfold around the world. Though you would think that this is rare for any president under the circumstances presented after what the country has been through, be advised that not much has been happening since the rebellion, the several Tournaments and the end of "The Midnight Carnival." However, reports have been coming in about a renegade Gear that has appeared around Antarctica, but the president is not concerned about that...

At least not yet...

As he sits down and stretches out his legs, an advisor enters the room, holding with him an urgent folder. "President Gabriel, I'm sorry to interrupt you while you are relaxing, but we have something to report."

"Ugh..." He replied feeling annoyed that his "catnap" has been interrupted.

"All right. Please tell me then."

"Well, we have received word from our intelligence agency about a rebellion of some sort."

"A rebellion?" His mind quickly recalls the nightmare that Zepp was in while it was still enslaved under the former regime. "Explain more."

"Well, it appears to be a small group of former government sympathizers willing to try and restore the former government to power. However, as of right now, we are not entirely sure. This information is just coming in from us."

"I see." He rises from the couch with more alertness. "Is there anything else I should know about?"

"Right now, the local agencies are dealing with this situation head on. They have managed to isolate the HQ of their base, and captured their leader, and I know that would be a big relief, but there is something else involved."

"Go on."

"There have been several hints that a spy has been implanted somewhere in the army. The reason we haven't found him yet is that he is either very good at hiding his identity, or in such a position of low stature that no one would suspect him of being involved. However, we do have the information of the potential spy in the dossier." The folder is quickly transferred from his hand to the president. "That is all to report."

"Really?" said the president with much suspicion. The information was quickly given without much explanation.

"Yes. Like I said before, my information is limited at the moment. I'll return with more news when the time is right."

"Ok, then. You may go."

"Thank you." The advisor leaves.

Taking a look inside the folder, he suddenly makes a note at the portrait of the person in question. Heading to his office desk, he takes out another folder marked "Potemkin's Operations." Flipping down to his current mission, (i.e. the final extra exam from the academy), he takes a look at all 10 of the cadets, and analyzes them further.

One of the cadets struck him as very familiar to the description, so much so that it concerned the president very much. Right now, he did not have a direct link to Potemkin, but somehow he had to get this information to him quickly, for as he finishedcompairing the dossier to the cadet list, he realized that one of those same cadets could be a spy working to undo the progress from before.