Faraday continued walking down the halls, trying finding Deadeye. A little background information on Deadeye, he doesn't do anything. At least, that's when you go into his room. He's normally a lazy guy, he lacks responsibility, but he's very physically fit, and doesn't go outside often. The only time you see him come out of his room at base, is if he's at a meeting, having lunch, or at the range. Otherwise, he's essentially a sack of potatoes on a bed. Faraday approached his door, forming her right hand into a fist, and knocking it against the door.
"Hello?" Faraday asked.
There was no response.
"Deadeye, don't tell me you're asleep."
No response.
"Deadeye, open this damned door right now, or so help me God, I will bust it down!" Faraday yelled.
Some grumbling noises were emitted from the inside of the room, Deadeye being heard.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll get it…" Deadeye responded.
Faraday soon heard some slow footsteps gradually becoming louder as Deadeye approached the door.
"What?" Deadeye said, opening the door, rubbing his left eye. He seemed bed-ridden, his brown hair sticking up a bit. He was at least 6'2 at the day and age. He was 27 years old.
"We're going to spend some time at the range soon. At around 1200 hours. You hear me?" Faraday had told Deadeye, whilst beginning to look down at her watch.
It was 10:32.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be there." Deadeye said, beginning to turn around, slouched over, and walked back and jumped on his bed.
"Real smooth." Faraday said, stretching out the 'smooth' part.
So, Commander Faraday of the 343rd Offensive Battalion began walked back down the halls, which were populated by a few idle Azkaadian soldiers who were conversing about the orders for training and such.
Once Commander Faraday reached her room, she had unlocked the door, pushed it in, and jumped on her bed. She dug until she was under her blanket, and she closed her eyes, beginning to fall asleep into a world of darkness.
Alarm clock, beeping.
11:50AM.
Commander Faraday had arisen from her bed, stretching and yawning. She swiveled to the side, grabbed her coat and walked up to her door, gripping the lock and moving it to the right, unlocking the door. She walked out, and began her stroll down the extremely long hallway again. As she walked, she had a strange feeling that something would occur.
Something's going to happen.
Something.
Will.
Happen.
But as far as Faraday was concerned, it was just another stroll in the hallway that she had always walked in since the day she was assigned commander. She had approached a separate hallway in which The Range was located in. To the left, there it was. Large tundra lay before her very eyes. White covered the lands, which was as far as the naked, human eye can see.
"Commander," An Azkaadian soldier said, walking up to Faraday.
"Speak." Faraday responded.
"It's nice to have you here. Might want to put on that coat of yours—it's not as cold as it is on other days, but you'll still freeze." The Azkaadian soldier suggested.
Faraday plunged her arms into the coat's sleeves, the furry inside offering comfortable warmth. "Thank you." She responded.
Faraday walked past the soldier, and headed over to a range in which she had picked up a large AAR-12, which was a fully-automatic assault rifle with a 30-round magazine. She had slipped on a pair of earplugs, and pulled the charging handle back, and took aim. The participants at the range all began firing. Where there was a sudden sound of an explosion. Faraday yelled for everyone to stop firing. All 45 of the range participants, including Nexus and Deadeye, had stopped firing.
Another distant explosion.
It wasn't from any of the Azkaadians.