Sorry for the long update, but I got stuck for a while and the my computer decided not to cooperate.

Standard disclaimers. And a thought: Since none of us own Gundam Wing, and we all know that we don't own it, do we really have toput it in standard disclaimers? Also, if we did own it, why would we be writing fanfiction for it?

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Here she was. Goddamn if she wasn't about to shit her pants. Megan to by the looks of it, though only Kim knew that. To everyone else they were cool as cucumbers. And Megan had been so excited last night that she almost couldn't sleep. Now they were both about to shit their pants, and the instructors hadn't even shown up yet. Can you guess where the two girls were? That's right, Kim had decided that she would take the test with Megan, they both passed it, and now they were waiting for training to begin. There were about fifty of them here, most of them Kim knew and some that she didn't. She was disappointed to see that Calvin, a guy she had gone to high school with who was just a big bully in her opinion and experience with him, had made it through the written exam. Which meant that he was smarter than he looked, but Kim had a feeling that he just wanted to push people around. Unless he had changed since high school, which wasn't likely from the office scuttle butt that she'd heard on him. Then again, if it hadn't been for the fact that Megan openly drooled at every hot guy in the world, office scuttle butt would have had the two of them as lesbian lovers. They'd both nearly fallen down laughing when they heard that one.

The door to the gym opened, and everyone who had relaxed their stance while waiting snapped up, standing so ramrod straight that Kim was tempted to remind them not to lock their knees. That would totally suck if someone fainted on the first day.

Their instructors filed in, all wearing standard issue training clothes that somehow, on them, looked far different than what the trainees were wearing, though the only actual difference were the bands around their arms that showed their rank. They stared at the trainees for about thirty seconds before Captain Barton stepped forward.

"I hope that none of you are locking your knees while standing so straight." He said. Kim had to physically restrain herself from staring in shock at him. That was just too weird that he said exactly what she had been thinking. She had a feeling that people had fainted in the past. No one fainted today though, and she only felt a few people nearby her slightly bend their knees. "Your training will consist of Physical Training, Weapons handling and Recognition, Use of Explosives and Disarmament, Stealth and Infiltration, Repair and Maintenance of all vehicles used by the Preventers, Computers, Strategics, and Advanced First Aid. And for those of you that show an interest and talent, Undercover Training." Here he paused, and looked at each of them. When he spoke again, his voice was gentle, yet firm, and his eyes had taken on a hard sheen. "You will be pushed beyond your limits. You will feel humiliated at times. I am telling you right now that you had better swallow your pride or you won't make it through this course. We are not here to hold hands, we are here to train operatives to save lives. And you will be saving lives. If you can't handle the thought of having someone's life in your hands, then leave now." No one left, though Kaitlyn looked like she was seriously considering it. Kim had seen her pale a little at the mention of the First Aid class, and she wondered if it was more than the girl might be able to handle. Trowa took a step back, and Heero stepped forward.

"You will have Physical Training with all of us, but for the most part it will be run by Captain Chang and myself. Weapons will be led by Captain Maxwell, as will Use of Explosives and disarmament. Stealth and Infiltration will be a combined class taught by Captains Barton and Maxwell. Maintenance of vehicles and Strategics will be taught by Captain Winner, Computers will be taught by myself, and you will receive the Medical training from Sally Po, who could not be here today. You all know her though, since she gave you your physical when you first joined the Preventers. She will be giving you another physical next week as well, for we have different standards."

"Different standards my ass." The guy behind Kim mumbled. "They just want to tell us what to do." Kim kept her face carefully neutral as their instructors all focused their attention on him, and in her mind Kim was chanting 'Idiot, idiot, idiot!'.

"Do you have something to say Mr. Renshaw?" Winner asked. Renshaw paled considerably at the deadly tone coming from the normally angelic looking person.

"Ah, no sir."

"Then why did you say anything at all?"

"I didn't say anything sir."

"Then why did I hear words coming out of your mouth?"

"You didn't sir." Winner raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't? Then are you calling me a liar?" Renshaw was thoroughly flustered by now, and desperately trying to find a way to save himself.

"Yes sir! I mean no sir! I mean…"

"What do you mean Mr. Renshaw? Never mind. Perhaps Ms. Cattrall can help you remember what you said. Did you hear what he said Ms. Cattrall?"

"Yes sir." Kim answered, somehow managing to keep her voice from cracking.

"Please tell Mr. Renshaw what he said."

"Sir, he said 'Different standards my ass. They just want to tell us what to do.'"

"I see. Mr. Renshaw, please leave." The guy looked like he was about to retaliate and challenge Winner, but one look from the other instructors and he clammed up. He settled for storming out of the gym and slamming the door behind him. Kim almost felt a little sorry for him, she knew how much he had wanted to join the Special Ops; but then she remembered how much of a jerk he had been on her few encounters with him and all that sorry flew out the window. Winner went back to simply observing them, and Captain Yuy picked up as though nothing had happened.

"For the first two weeks you will train as a group. After that, should you still be here, you will be separated into the sections that we decide you will do the best in. Do not forget that this is a two-month course, and at any time we can kick you out. Our decisions are final, and not open to discussion. If you can't make it through this, you will be returned to the section that you were working in before. I will now turn you over to Captain Chang, who will begin your training." Heero stepped back, and Chang stepped forward. Kim could feel everyone there sweat drop at the look in his eyes. Including herself.

"Oh boy. We're in for it." Megan mumbled.

"It was your idea to join." Kim mumbled back. If any of their instructors had heard this little exchange, they chose not to comment.

"Let's start with some running."

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That night after they had finished training all of the trainees practically collapsed on the benches or the floor in the locker room. Of the fifty that had showed up at the gym that morning, five had been kicked out already. Renshaw had been the first one, and of the other four two had given attitude, and the other two had passed out from the exertion. Sally had done a blood test and declared them unfit for duty, but they hadn't been told exactly what was going on.

"Hey Kim." Megan said. Kim gave a non-committal 'hmmmm?' as she leaned against the locker with her eyes closed. "Remember that time in high school when Sensei mopped the floor with us?"

"I used selective amnesia for that day."

"I think today was worse."

"All I know is that it hurts, and I want to slip into a hot bath when I get home."

"Still want to go to Joe's Diner for dinner tonight?"

"If I can get there without the aid of a wheelchair."

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