There was a separate barracks set aside for the new recruits, though some in their barracks were a little older than them- Tracer being one, and Mei being the other. The second had received much fanfare upon arriving at the base, Winston having briefed them all on Mei's situation, and how he had received a distress call shortly after the Recall.

But there were to be no exceptions made; these are all new Overwatch agents.

Wynne checked her watch- 6:29:33 a.m.

Twenty seconds later, she opened the keyed the pad next to the barracks' doors, and they slid open, framing her with the stairwell's light. She paused for three seconds, and then her watch read 6:30 a.m. Immediately the watch stated beeping, going off over and over, but not too terribly loud. Indeed, it was just enough to catch her attention, and wasn't supposed to be anything more.

She waited ten seconds for a response and finally got one. One of the new recruits- a petite girl with a pile of brown, messy hair and pink facepaint smeared on both her cheeks- sat up and squeaked at her, "Turn that offfffff."

Having gotten a cue, Lylla summoned the vast power of lungs that have swum, sprinted, climbed, roared, and lifted more than many of those in the room ever would, and chose the fourth of the previously mentioned actions.

"GEEET UP, YOU LOT! COME ON, COME ON, COME ON! LET'S GET MOVING!"

Lylla was not disappointed as almost everyone in the room bolted up, startled out of their minds at the booming that had suddenly bursted forth from the doorway of the room. Hana Song was the first person out of bed, though that was because she was startled so much that she fell out, rather than slid out.

Without being asked, half the room started pouring over to their chests or lockers to get one of their jumpsuits on, as Wynne marched into the room, roaring and yelling at the recruits, 'encouraging' them to get their jumpsuits on and stand at the ready in front of their bunks.

It took eleven minutes for the last of them- Lena Oxton- to get into position. She was also the last out of bed.

Returning to her position in the doorway, Captain Leigh "Lylla" Wynne surveyed the future heroes of Overwatch.

"It took eleven minutes and forty-eight seconds for everyone to get ready. Normally I'd assign laps based on who's last, but that's terrible for all of you. The only decent time was Lucio here with six minutes and thirty-five seconds, and that's because he didn't have to put on any pants. Stop sniggering, or I'll assign trash duty."

She paused for a moment, staring all of them down. How to punish them all… she already knew how she was going to do it, of course, but it was a little fun to see them all a little pale and panicked, wilting slightly underneath her gaze. Except Lucio and Lena- of course it'd be the first and last people.

"Alright, rank yourselves based on the order you got to your bunk. I know exactly what it is, so don't try to get a higher rank. Be honest now, and line up in front of me. There you go… alright! Everyone take your rank- Lucio is rank 1, you, Mei are rank 2, et cetera… now double that number. That's how many laps you have. And there are twelve of you, so it's going to be fun. The only exception is Lucio- because he had the fastest time this morning, he can go wake up the cooks. Each lap is completed by running from entrance of this stairwell out into the hangar, to the launchpad, and back. This is day one. Day two will be harder. When you are done, feel free to go and eat. Assemble at the cliffside at precisely 12:30 p.m., or more running laps will be assigned."

She hesitated again, noting the way that people were starting to lean towards the doorway, the way that they wanted to get started and over with already, and she opened her mouth- and hesitated again. Some of them were starting to lose her balance.

She smiled, and then finally finished, "Go now."

She jumped neatly to the side as they flooded out the door, into the stairwell, and onto their first run. She smirked at the messy bedsheets- some of them were scattered across the ground- but she'd relent today. They'll fix it when they get back.

Lylla followed up the stairs, and ran to catch up with the slowest of them. Through all the laps, all the way to the last person running their last lap, she was there, shouting encouragement, running right there next to them. But it was always tempered by a threat- "YOU SLOW DOWN AND YOU GET ANOTHER! KEEP GOING!"

She herself was sweating a little bit by the time she finally walked with the last two into the cafeteria. Motioning for them to continue on, she paused and set her hands on her hips, surveying her twelve like a denmother, eyeing all of them in a way that made them shift uneasily. Eventually, she gave up her vigil and approached the cooks, one of which was already setting out her usual tray of food. Thanking the man, she turned around- only to be greeted by Lucio waving her over. Rolling her eyes, she allowed herself to be summoned, sitting down at the 16-seat table (two cafeteria tables pushed together) next to Lucio- presumably in a seat that he saved for her.

Naturally, having their trainer, and the source of so many dreary eyes and panting faces, wasn't normally the best of ideas, especially not back at the old Overwatch or when she first signed up and joined the Arditi. This seemed to be tempered by the fact that she ran just as much or more than all of them, and while some seemed put off, they all knew her rep, knew that she beat Lucio, and knew that she ran just as much as them. Though, some people were eyeing Lucio rather resentfully for not having to run at all. The Captain filed that little tidbit away for future use; it'd be no use to have members of a team resenting one of their own.

As they began finishing up, Lucio managing to include her in most of the conversations around the table, she halted everyone before any could leave.

"Learn something. Work hard. We're here as part of Overwatch, not a summer camp. I'll be trying to set up some instructors to have classes for you all, but until then, research. Learn about the new Omnic Crisis, find a new weapon and start training with it, see if you can apprentice yourself to one of our more experienced members, such as Winston, Dr. Ziegler, or otherwise. We'll meet up at the cliffs for some instruction, and then we'll train. Eat before you arrive. Every morning, I want you all up and dressed in front of your beds at 6:35. If you can't get it done when I wake you up at 6:30, then wake up earlier. Ten laps by default, but two more for every thirty seconds you're late, every morning. This is our schedule now, so let's get to it. We train until dinner, and then you're free. Weekend are free as well. I'll be spending my free time in Winston's lab, running, or training in the hangar- you're free to join me at any time. And if you have any ideas about anything, let me know. A good commander is always open to suggestions. Dismissed, everyone."

Everyone rose to their feet, Lylla following just a moment behind them, wondering what they were all getting at. A moment later they came to attention, more or less, and beat a closed righthand fist against their chest, twice.

Lylla gave them a wolfish smile, and saluted back.