Chapter 4 – Too Easy

We walked over to the equipment placed on the light brown shelves. I was disappointed that it was only paintball for the qualification, but you can't have everything.

One thing I did notice was that there were no helmets, just shades. I picked up the coolest looking pair, and put them on. I picked up a minigun and held it in my hands.

Looking over to Tamika, she had chosen her shades and Lightning gun, but she had another gun in her hands.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to only have one gun?" I asked.

"You can have two, I have a Lightning gun and a Sniper rifle. Both have scopes and both can deliver head shots with ease!"

"Oh, so I can have another gun?"

"Yep, assault riffles come in two's."

"Okay."

I walked back over to my equipment. I could pick from quite a few weapons. Glancing over to Motig, I saw that he had chosen the ASMD Shock rifle, and the Flak cannon.

The Shock rifle was a grey pistol with a white cylinder on the end. Red wires came out of the cylinder and connected to two battery things that slotted into the main part of the gun. The tip of the gun was another bit of dark grey. It looked fairly complicated to me.

The Flak cannon was simpler. There was a grey handle that joined to a beige triangular prism. I knew that Flak Cannons were fatal in close combat. Some shrapnel fired at high speed dealt this. The gap between the two parts was there because a small orange cylinder extended out of the handle part and went into the other part and fired the bullets.

I knew which gun I would choose. It had to be my second favourite gun because it was like the minigun. Weaker, but it had more abilities. It could heal teammates with its secondary fire, which I found fascinating. The gun was the link gun.

It was a faint, dirt green colour. It was roughly a cuboids shape. The cube shaped link cell was next to the handle. It was connected to the main gun by a small white wire. It looked complicated, but I knew it could deal damage.

Without another thought I grabbed the Link Gun and ran towards Tamika.

With her lightning gun, she had a sniper rifle. It was a long grey rifle with a grey scope in the middle. Below the Scope was a cartridge holder. The nuzzle was thin, easy to blow a hole in some ones head with something that accurate.

"Ready Captain?" Tamika asked.

"Sure am!" I replied.

"Me too!" Motig said. He was behind me, Flak cannon in hand, shock rifle stored on his back.

We walked into the teleporters and were transported to an arena. The place was dirty. The walls were rusted, the floor looked worn and the ceiling bent inwards. Below the floor was green sewage that flowed at a rapid rate. Pipes stretched down the wall at random places; these most probably pushed the sewage into the place.

"This qualification match is between the Rapid Slashers consisting of Captain Sam Robinson, who is seventeen and human. Tamika Scotman, who is seventeen and human. And finally Motig, who is nineteen and Gen Mo'Kai!" An announcer said. I heard no crowd, but it was a qualification so I didn't expect anyone. "And the Egyptian Gods consisting of Captain Ra, who is twenty-five and human. Isis, who is twenty-six and human. And Anubis who is twenty-four and human!"

At first I was intimidated by the name but when I found out they were only human, my self-confidence rose.

"The match will start in five. Four. Three. Two. One. BEGIN!"

With that said I quickly signed where I wanted Tamika to go. She nodded and made her way behind Motig and I. I ordered Motig to cover me and with that, I crept down the straight corridor before me.

"You in position?" I asked Tamika through a headpiece

"Yep!" She whispered back to me.

"Do you want Motig to watch your back?"

"That would be useful, so yep."

"Okay."

I gave Motig the sign to go and cover Tamika, and with that, he left.

The arena was small. I had seen the same place a lot, but no enemy. But still, I twisted round and looked up and down.

I decided to stay in my present location, I knew a moving target was harder to hit, but I wanted to see some painted people. The dirt and blood on the wall beside me put me off leaning, so I stood.

"One down sir!" Tamika chirped.

"Okay!" I nodded.

Now I was more confident to win. Two against three was better odds than three versus three.

"S, they've both come, its down to you, you're our only hope of surviving!" Tamika panicked, seconds later a robotic voice called in my headpiece that I was the only one left on my team.

I felt let down, but I knew now that standing still wouldn't get me anywhere. I didn't like my chances now, but I knew that I couldn't forfeit. The match wasn't over yet and if we lost, then that was my tournament hopes good-bye. Losing wasn't an option.

"I see him!" A voice called from down the corridor.

With that, I sprinted down the corridor and took the first corner I could find. I could hear heavy footsteps running over the metal. I switched my two guns. I needed to fire straight away if this ambush would work.

Switching to secondary fire I let out a stream of green electricity that twisted towards its target that had just come round the corner.

My plan had worked perfectly. One was covered head to toe in paint and immediately fizzled out.

Laughing, I switched guns again and rolled out into the corridor, shooting a barrage of bullets to my surprised victim.

Needless to say, he didn't stay in the arena longer than that. Neither did I but I had won.

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Outside the arena, I was greeted by a hugs and kisses from Tamika and a handshake from an amazed Motig.

"You did great out their Sam. That was a great move." Tamika exclaimed.

"You saw that?"

"Yep!" Motig answered. "We saw through cameras all over the arena. That was an amazing victory. You should be proud!"

"Thanks."

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We faced many teams in the following matches. Some of them we won without one of us getting shot, others I was shot, and others I and another teammate won. The main thing was that we had qualified for the tournament, and I was proud of it.

The ceremony announcing the qualifying teams was great. Many other teams we had faced and not faced had qualified. And I was sure that I would eventually face them.

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Back at my team's hotel room, I met Tamika and Motig. I had been held back for an interview. Our room had a shining red carpet for a floor, a white wall and a white ceiling. The beds were painted brown and had red duvets and pillows on. On the opposite side of the room was a metallic desk with a mirror hanging next to it. The desk had several draws on it. Also, there was a door leading to a bathroom. It had sea blue tiles and a milky blue painted ceiling, the floor was wooden. It had a shower in and the usual bathroom items, which were all blue.

I sighed and walked over to my bed and lay down.

"What a day! Huh?" I said.

"Sure was tiring." Tamika replied.

"At least we're in the tournament!" Motig grinned.

"Yeah!" I flipped up and agreed. "We're in the tournament and we're gonna kick ass!"

"Lets party!" Tamika cheered.

So that night, we went to a restaurant, got drunk, and returned to the hotel at midnight. It was a great night. But didn't leave us in the best shape for tomorrow's match.