Run for your life

"We ran for two hours straight. When we finally reached the end I saw the thing that all Helljumpers hate more than those damn Brutes. I still won't go near Mars because of it."

Alphonse Pierz. 11th shock Troops Battalion.

I took a sip of the cup of water that one of Yamadas' technicians gave me. to my surprise they had listened to everything I had said. My story so far was mostly my life before the corps. Go figure.

I put the cup down and smiled signaling her I was ready to continue. She smiled back and sat across from me. Mac gave her a thumbs up signifying the he was recording. She nodded and turned to face me.

"So your last night before training. From what I've heard from my brother in the marines, training's the hardest. What was it like?" she asked me.

I let myself chuckle at that. "In comparison to the war? The war was more civil..."

She raised her eyebrow. "That bad?"

"Lets just say I would rather go through another war than go through that hell again."

ODST training facility. Camp Kalte

Mars. Sol System

August 5th, 2547

"Move! Cover the exit." We moved as one, as we mowed down some jackal sharpshooters who were too focused on their task at hand.

I Took aim down the hall as my squad moved past me. "Time till evac?" I called out.

"Three mikes!" Macintosh called out before shooting at an unknown enemy

"Cover the window!" The sergeant ordered. One man whose name I didn't know went over to the window only to get his face blown off by a brute.

All hell broke loose as enemies surged into the room. Within a few seconds I was the only one left. The lead brute grabbed me by the leg and screamed "Get UP!" before pulling me forward.

Huh?

I snapped my eyes open as I fell on the floor. I turned my head to yell at the offender only to see a man holding a baton with sparks flickering at the tip. Shit.

"I SAID GET UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT" He yelled at me, pointing the baton at my face

My feet moved before I told them to as I scrambled to get up.

All around me the other guys and single girl were forcibly woken up as they awoke to the screaming lunatic. Mac being on the top bunk climbed down and got into formation in front of the bunks.

"Get your shorts and track shoes on!" The man hollered as he smacked his baton on a bunk post.

Once we had everything on we were herded outside by the man. I was the first one out through the door only to have torrent of water blast me into the guys behind me. I fell down on the ground when my feet slipped out from underneath me. I was about to get trampled on when I was grabbed by my arm and hoisted back to my feet. I looked up to see the giant of the man with a smile on his face. I looked over to the owner of the hose when she was busy spraying the other recruits. Fulbright was laughing at her own wake up routine.

When all of us were soaked, she turned off the nozzle and dropped it to the ground. "Now that's a wake up call! What do ya' say recruits!" She yelled.

It was dark. I had expected to be woken up early but not this early It wasn't even an hour after we went to bed. Most of us were in shock of having cold water and the cool night air against our moderately covered bodies. But most of us were smart enough to reply to her so we gave it our best. "Yes Ma'am!" I called out.

I looked around. I was the only one to speak. Maybe I was the only smart one.

Her face turned sour when she heard that. "What the hell did ya' call me?" She strode over to me and screamed into my face. "YE' WILL ADDRESS ME AS STAFF SERGEANT FULBRIGHT! DAE' I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!"

"Yes sir Staff Sergeant!" I Yelled, scared out of my mind. Apparently Ma'am wasn't a form of respect as it was back home.

"I didn't hear ya'!" she yelled over to the other recruits.

"YES SIR STAFF SERGEANT!" we chorused back to her.

She gave me a poke to my soaked chest. "And don't ya' forget it..." She glared into my eyes. How she was able to reach my eye level was a mystery to me.

She turned and walked down the giving each of us a cold glare. She stopped at near the middle and walked to her previous position. "Alright girls. Let me introduce each of our resident drill instructors. Each of yer' barracks will have their own to teach them what it means tae' be a helljumper. Because the way I see ya'. Yer' nothin' but a sack of Brute shit that's fed to them damn Jackals!" She paused for effect looking in my direction with another glare.

"First we have Drill Sergeant Barracuda in charge of First platoon." The man who woke my bunk up walked forward. Now that I could see what he looked like. I noticed he had a metal jaw. No, I,m not joking. He had damn prosthetic metal Jaw. And if that wasn't enough. Barracudas' face was patched with different skin colors, almost as if the doctors who did the operation ran out of his skin to use.

"Then we have Drill Sargeant Buck in command of second platoon." she continued. Another man walked up. He, not like Barracuda, was more professional looking. He looked like a soldier rather than a mish mash of metal and death. Granted he still looked like a hard ass who didn't know how to take a joke, but still.

"Followed by Drill Sergeant Sarge fer' third." I felt sorry for the guys in third. His scrutinizing eyes and the small grin reminded me of Staff Sergeant Fulbright. Only older and more gruff.

"Drill Sergeant Hartman will be with fourth." She continued without hesitation. Damn, If Sarge looked old then this fucker looked like he belonged in the rainforest wars.

"And as fer' Fifth Platoon." Shit I was in fifth. She looked at me. "Yer' sorry asses are mine... " Remember how I said I was sorry for the guys in third? Now?... not so much.

"Now who's up fer' a nice stroll through camp?"

It wasn't a nice stroll.

The first thirty minutes were easy enough. Years of working on a farm hauling feed seed and making sure everything worked correctly would do that for you. Matter of fact nearly everyone here was relatively fit except for some high school dropouts that had no other choice but to join or go to jail. However after an hour our legs were starting to burn. Forty-five minutes later they were threatening to fall off. If we even tried to rest the other four Drill Sergeants would scream at us to keep going. Some poor bastard couldn't keep up and was sent back to camp to pack up. He was the first. Chances are he's wasn't going to be the last.

Hell I didn't even know his name.

With me and my luck I was in the lead row right behind Drill Sergeant Fulbright. Not that it wasn't a nice view. But I wasn't stupid enough to risk an angry Irish woman getting physical with me. The woman looked like she could tear Macintoshs' arms from their sockets just for the hell of it. I glanced over to him his eyes glued onto the trail ahead of him. Drops of sweat fell from his forehead. I was lucky I had a friend... Well he's not a friend as you would think. We only spoke a few words to each other. But he was from URNA like me. So it was more like a bond type deal. But it was better than nothing.

"Damn" I heard the man to my left curse under his breath. His name was Alphonse Pirez. He was the guy who was shocked last night by the barber. I think he may have had a screw loose because he didn't care that the woman he was oogaling could kill him more ways than I knew there was possible. Nope he just kept staring. Horny bastard.

When we had started our run it was around one AM in the morning. I had expected us to wake up early, but waking up less than an hour after we went to sleep caught me off guard. Camp Kalte was located inside a forest near the northern 50th parallel. Because of the weather control satellites, the average temperature around this part of Mars was around forty degrees fahrenheit. Back home in New Montana, this kind of weather was considered leasure weather. But for anyone else who grew up on planets that had higher average temperature they were struggling to deal to the cold weather.

Besides me and Mac, I had learned that three other guys from my barracks were also from the Sol system. Me, Macintosh, and the large monster man named Schaffer Roske were from Earth while another was a homeboy born here on Mars, and the last one was from the Jovian Moons. Everyone else were from the surviving inner colonies or were refugees seeking revenge.

I refocused my eyes when we entered a clearing. The field was empty except for five trenches about fifty meters long with barbed wire skimming the top. Lights were set up by the perimeter of the field so we or rather they could tell if someone was sneaking off. Near the beginning of the trench there was a wall that spanned across all five of the trenches.

She came to a stop next to the end of it before she spoke. "Alright girls... these here beauties, affectionately called the Ditches are Yer' new playground. Now get in formation!"

Once we were standing in formation, something that they had to threaten us to get right. she walked up the the farthest one left of me and stood in front of the girl who shared her bunk with Schaffer. "What's yer' name." She asked her.

"My name's Ellie Hawthorne Sir." she said as she stood straighter trying to seem intimidating, When you remember how small she is it's makes you wonder how she managed to make it past the physical. Fulbright nodded and moved down the line for the next person, A man, to say his name.

"Griffin B- OOF!" He was cut off by her fist to his stomach. he fell to his knees either by the pain, or the suddenness of getting punched.

"DID AH' GIVE YA' PERMISSION T' SPEAK?" She yelled at his curled up form. The rest of the Sergeants coughed trying to cover their laughs. Dicks.

She turned to the man next in line and shouted at him to help his comrade up. When he was was up and supported by the man next to him. She came close to his face. "Now then... What's yer' name?" she asked sweetly.

He coughed once before shouting out his name. "Griffin Batella Sir!"

She looked at the man next to him yelling out "NAME?"

He called out his name and she repeated the process until it came down the last ones in line. Al, Me and Mac. She didn't immediately order our names. She just stared at us. Me and Mac shared a glance before turning back to her. Breaking eye contact with her was not a smart thing to do. She looked like she would rather shoot us then ask a question.

My train of thought was shot when I heard Al whisper something to me. Instantly she focused on me and her eyes turned into fire. Shit.

"You three!" She yelled to us. "Front an' center! Yer' up first." She said as she walked over to the side with and picked up a MA37 from a nearby crate and pulled back the bolt. The other drill sergeant took this as their cue to start with their own mongrels. Each shouting orders and insults forcing them to their ditches.

We walked up to the beginning of our ditch. The other sergeants paused waiting for something. My attention was brought back to Fulbright when someone acted stupid.

If you're wondering, yes. It was Al. He had the balls to say something. Again. This time to her. Does he have a death wish?

"Don't you want our names Sir?" I was tempted to punch him, but that thought was dashed when she looked at him coldly. She walked behind him where I lost track of her. But when Al went flying into the mud followed by myself and Macintosh I knew where she had gone. She kicks like a damn mule.

I managed to bring up my head above the mud when I heard her yelling to the other recruits. "The object of this course is t' make it through the Ditch as fast as possible. When the group in front of ya' get t' the marker, the next in line will start." I looked up to see a small red flag. Guess that's the marker.

"Well? what are ya' waitin' fer'!? GEIT' MOVING!" She yelled as she started shooting the ground in front of us.

Fuck, those were live rounds! All at once we crawled through the muck afraid of what she'll do to us if we disobeyed her.

To her credit she had incredible aim. She kept switching her fire from the three of us to the next three who entered the ditch once we passed the marker. Twice her rounds came within inches of my fingers.

"GO! GO! GO!" She yelled as she fired a round close to my face. "Keep yer' ass down!" Behind me I heard more splashes as the other group went followed by more rifle shots. I couldn't tell which ones were from our ditch and which were from the other four. All I could hear were the scream of shock and shouts of the Drill sergeants and their gun fire.

After what seemed like forever I made it to the wall. I found a rope and pulled myself up and onto the other side.

Now before I continue. The other sanctioned Ditches used by ODST drill instructors throughout the Mars landscape were all varied. But they all shared the same principle. Ice cold mud, dead of night and the fear factor of drill instructors that didn't give a damn about you. The closest one that had similarities to our ditch program was the one used by the 19th... They used whole pig carcasis in their training regament. I would have loved a whole body instead of what I fell into.

My sense of smell was overcome with the smell of decay and rot. A moment later the ground in front of me was illuminated by a muzzle flash from Fulbright. All around me were pieces of once were pigs. Intestines, heads, slabs of torn flesh and lots of limbs were within a finger's width away from my nose.

Without any thought of what or where these parts came from I screamed. Not a manly scream like I would like. It was high pitched, comical for a guy like me. Not seconds later I heard two more splashes and equal screams of fight.

"What? Afraid of a little death!? Keep Yer' asses movin!" Fulbright yelled as she fired into the most intact body part, A pig head, causing it to explode showering me and Mac in bits of skull, flesh and brain.

I heard Al cuss before moving ahead. I saw no alternative before moving forward as well. It took another shot for Mac to start moving. I don't think i've ever seen someone bigger than me move faster as well.

A few second passed as Fulbright switched from firing from us to shooting at the ones who were yet over the wall. As soon as I heard more splashes from those jumping from the wall I heard more screams as they realized what had spooked us. As I neared the end I speed up hoping that this would be over soon. But before I could reach for the rope that would allow me to exit this hole from hell I heard something that made my blood run cold.

"FUCK THIS! THIS IS INSANE!" Someone behind me yelled.

"STOP!" Fulbright screamed. Me, Mac and Pierz all stopped as she said to. I didn't know at the time but we were thinking the same thing, and when you consider one of us is fucking stupid, that's surprising. I risked my ass, and turned my head so I can see what was happening.

"What did ya' say?" She asked as she pointed her gun to him, shining her light in his face.

Don't repeat yourself. "I said this is fucking Insane!" And there you go...

Her shrouded figure didn't move. "Geit' over here..."

I shuddered. The way she said it wasn't demoralizing like the rest of what she said to us. It was cold, unattached. Most of all made me never want get her like this again. Sometimes I thank God that I'm naturally quiet. I'd hate to be someone who didn't know how to shut up. Like Al

He crawled his way over to the edge, hoisted himself up, and stood in front of her. Now that he was clear of the bloody/muddy mix I could see who it was. The way he stood screamed colony survivor. Well it was until she rammed the but of her rifle into his ribs. I heard the crack from my position in the mud. He fell to the to his knees breathing in sharp intakes of air. A few shuddering breaths later he coughed up some blood.

That's when she decided to speak. " Ya' think yer better than them?! HUH? Well let me tell ya' somethin' ya' shit eating mongo sap!, yer' nothin' without them! Ya' think yer' the only one who's dealing with this shit? Feck you!" She span her body around and launched her armored boot to his skull. He dropped faster than my brother when he tried some Harvest whiskey. She turned her flashlight to bear on us, both in the trench and out. "Let this sheithawk washout be a reminder to ya' all. Any thoughts you had thinking this would be easy. Get them out of yer' skulls. Yer' in my world. And in my world, my word is LAW!" She turned to the passed out lump. "Hey DOC! Got one who needs his arse wiped!"

From the shadows three figures rushed to the fallen man, picked him up and carried him back the way they came. Fulbright's mood changed again as she fired a round next to Mac's hand. "Get yer' arses movin'!"

And just like that we continued forward nearly forgetting about the second washout. At least we had a name for him. Poor Lee, He won't be missed.

As I hoisted myself up and stood I felt a hand grab my neck.

"Ya' think yer' done ya'? Not on my watch! Geit' down and give me fifty! NOW!" As she said this she shoved me down onto the dirt. I didn't want to keep the lady waiting so I started doing them as fast as I could. Wrong thing to do.

"What the feck are ya' doin'? I didn't look up. But I could feel the stare she was giving me.

"Push ups sir!" I answer back to her.

I felt her boot against the small of my back. "Those aren't push ups, Ya' ingrate! Go all the way down till yer' tits hit the ground!" I complied and forced myself to go lower. "There ya' go! That's one. NOW! Forty nine more!"

After everyone had gotten through the ditch and an agonising one hundred push ups later due to people constantly messing up. We were forced up and made to run back to the barracks.

We were running zombies by the time we made it back. When we were told to take showers it was music to our ears and some even cried out in joy. They were quickly smacked by those who knew better than to do something as stupid. None of us were aware of the dried blood, mud and bits of flesh that stuck to us until we were done with the showers. Grand total of time our showers took thirty seconds for ten of us at a time. Equaling up to a grand total of two minutes and thirty seconds. That's that fastest I ever went.

I was also never so happy for such a small amount of time in a shower in my life as well. We were given fifteen minutes to rest after our showers. Some took advantage of those quick minutes to enjoy the contraband that they had snuck in. From porn magazines to cards, what ever was small enough to make it past the initial luggage shake and take was found in the barracks.

Even Mac had something, but unlike everyone else who had contraband for their personal enjoyment he had a photo. I sat down next to him as he looked at it. "What's that? I asked him. He looked up from it with a smile.

"My Sisters." Like me, Mac was a man of few words. Unlike Al who never shut up. At the thought of Al I looked over to see him sharing a porno magazine with a fellow bunkmate. Figures. My attention was brought back to Macintosh when he handed me the photo. Wow.

Now that I had a good look at the photo I was able to take in all the details. Staring back at me was a slightly younger Mac and two young girls. One had safire green eyes with golden blond hair tied in a ponytail. The other shared her brothers hair with piercing blue eyes.

"Thier beautiful." I mutter. He just gave me a pat of the back with a solid laugh as a response.

"Don't I know it. My youngest sister, Blossom, turns fourteen this September. While Jackie, the older one, just turned eighteen two months ago..." He sighed. "I won't be able to make it to her birthday because of this." He looked at the photo in my hands.

"Hey at least she still has your folks and Jackie right?" He gave me a look that I've seen too often when helping out the survivors of a devastated colony. "I'm sorry... How?

"My pa' died on Vodin when the elevator fell. Ma died giving birth to Blossom a year later." He said slowly.

I nodded my head and gave his shoulder a squeeze. I placed the photo in his hands. "She understands, trust me."

"Heh. You got family?" He asked me.

"Yeah... Two brothers and my parents." I paused reached up and pulled down my contraband. I small book about the size of one of the data pad that someone snuck in. I Opened it to find my own family photo. "Here's a photo." I handed it to him.

"Your from New Montana right?" He asked as he looked at the photo.

"Yeah."

"Why did you join then? New Montana doesn't have a draft. Why leave them?" I looked at him. He was serious.

"I joined because it was what needed to be done." I took back my photo. "And because someone has to."

He looked like he wanted to say something but after a few moments he closed his mouth and placed the photo of his sisters under his pillow. I did the same with my book. I stood and stretched my legs out. nearly everyone who weren't doing something were fast asleep. Bad move. They were going to get torn apart by whatever the drill sergeants had in plan for us.

After a few more minutes of resting we heard the call and headed back outside formed up into rows of three and took a quick jog to the mess hall for breakfast. When we reached the mess hall we were moved into a larger formation with the rest of the company. Then we waited for our turn to eat.

...And waited.

And waited some more.

After several minutes of standing at attention, some of the members of the other platoons began to get restless. Some swayed on their feet, while others began whispering to one another. I myself was getting a little bit tired of waiting. But I refrained from stepping out of line. last thing I needed was an Irish boot up my ass.

Finally, after what seemed like forever standing at attention in the cool crisp morning air of Mars, Fulbright walked out gave us look over and shouted one word. "Attention!"

We straightened up almost immediately. Well, as best a bunch of undisciplined recruits could do anyway. It obviously wasn't good enough when she stomped down and formed us into closer formations. The curses and insults get more creative every time she speaks. I mean a fulge flopper? I don't even think it was a curse. Just something she decided to say for the hell of it.

She took a step back to admire her work. Nodding in satisfaction she turned to the door and snapped to attention.

Then the Captain of our company walked out of the shadows of the main entrance. All six foot three of him. In the dark he looked imposing, in the light however he looked like he demanded your heart. He looked like he was of mexican descent. He took a quick look at us before shaking his head. Not unlike his sergeants he wore black ODST fatigues and like Fulbright a matching black ODST beanie. Though, he had his rank on the left of the emblem while the others had a simple skull.

He took a breath before he began his words of motivation. "Alright Fuckers, I'm only going to say this once. If you're not willing to dine in hell then get the fuck out of my camp!" Scratch that. "two of you have already washed out. If those three are what you are going to let define you then you are better off with the damned army!" He stepped closer to us. "I for one hope that isn't the case. You all have potential, I can tell you already must hate Fulbright. That's good. But by the time you are finished with my camp. You will love her... And despise me."

He grinned at us before turning to the Staff Sergeant. "Give them the special." With that said a warthog drove up next to him and he jumped into the passenger seat.

Whatever the special was made my insides turn cold. When she smiled that feeling solidified. I wasn't going to like it. It wasn't even a quarter of a day into the training and I already felt like shit. How could this day get- I stopped before I thought the rest. Everyone knows that karma's a bitch.

Fulbright pointed to the far left line of recruits. "Yer' up first! Get in line." But she has nothing on Fulbright

They hurriedly stepped into line, each row following the next. The line moved oddly fast. When it came to be my turn I accepted my plate of... whatever the gray mush was. The Chef said that it was the most nutritious food used by the armed forces. Also said that it was the worst tasting shit he has ever tasted.

I can't imagine what they could have put in there to make it smell so repulsive. But... when you come from a family who makes it by the skin of their teeth you tend to eat anything that someone says is food. This was no different. So without a word of discussion I began to eat.

After two minutes we were forced out, Anyone who didn't have time to finish never gt to. Al found that out the hard way never take food with you. Dumb fool managed to puke all of what he managed to down near the fifty-fifth crunch.

After breakfast we were then separated into our platoons. The way they did their courses reminded me of high School football. You had Agility, strength, endurance, conditioning, and finally a combination of all four. Everything I thought I knew about exercise was blown apart by their own routines however. I never knew you could turn running into a contact sport.

When it finally came time to go back to our barracks to sleep, the sun was already below the horizon leaving Camp Kalte in the dark, and cold.

By the end of our fist day another six left for home. Most were from our platoon. Al being the dumbass that he is managed to make it through the rest of the day. Though he effectively got on Fulbrights bad side.

The next few weeks were hell. We would wake up a few hours after we went to sleep. Drill until our bodies collapsed upon themselves and repeat the process the next day.

However, the more they drilled and ran our asses off the stronger we became. What took hours of running was whittled down to less than half that time by the months end. Even how fast we ate were improved.

In addition to our physical training we were drilled how to stand, talk, read and even think according to the core. We became unified as a unit, worked each other to become better... some didn't have what it took and dropped out, Granted they managed to make it farther then some but a flunk is a flunk no matter where you come from.

By the end of the first month twenty eight others had dropped out including two of the three girls. The last one, The one who shared our barracks found herself our leader, Why? Fulbright took a liking to her. And if she knows or not she goes easier on her. We were jokingly called the bitch platoon because of her leading us. It was interesting really. She was perhaps the smallest one in the Company and yet had control over some of the biggest fucks you could image.

When it came time to test which platoon had the most improvement. We did it the helljumper way. With a large pit, mud and physical violence.

It was a all for one, five way battle between platoons. The only objective was to be the last one in the pit. You would think that mine, being smallest platoon, we would be at a disadvantage... You would be right if it wasn't for one thing. Strategy. Simply put we were going to outlast the other platoons then strike when they were weak. Now usually the exercise is done by two platoons as a way to blow off steam and see who was better. And with that, the pit was usually smaller. This pit was large enough to house the 270 some fully grown men and woman... with room to spare.

It started out like any testosterone induced activity. Large groups of men charging at each other trying to sound intimidating. Within a minute, half of the people in the pit were standing off to the side screaming for the rest of their guys to win. You should have seen their faces when our platoon, the ones who barely had any one out, suddenly strike at the thrashing pile of men. Finally after a quick, extremely fun five minutes. The five remaining members of fifth platoon, Macintosh, Al, Ellie, Schaffer, and myself were left standing in the pit while as our friends on the sidelines cheered our victory.

The next two months followed the same way as our first one did except anyone else who dropped out came from the other four platoons.

One time during one of our runs the Captain decided to join us. Wrost. experience. ever. We were running down the well used dirt path that led around the camp when all the sudden the Captain ran out of the trees.

"COME ON YOU FUCKS! KEEP UP WITH ME!" he hollered to us before sprinting down the path. Fulbright instantly started after him leaving us unsure what to do. That as before Ellie took over and shouted for us to trippel time it. Our platoon rocketed forward leaving the others behind. A few moments later we herd more shouts as their drill sergeants ran past us. our fast run became a full on race between the other platoons. After a few minutes of sprinting the path we caught sight of the Captain, Ellie turned her head to us and gave us a nod before increasing her pace. we followed her example and the rest of the company followed ours. The face the captain made when we past him made the whole ordeal bearable.

When we came to the end of the course we formed into our ranks just as he exited the treeline. He walked up to us and smirked. "You remind me of a group of idiots back before the war... Called themselves the juggernauts. Stupid as hell but they never stopped moving forward. Keep up the good work." He snapped a solute which we returned back to him. He turned just as a Warthog pulled up and jumped in. How he managed to do that was still debated amongst all of us.

With that compliment however came a regiment of hard physical activity implemented by the Drill Sergeants to brake any ego thoughts that were present. But despite what Fullbright and her band of assholes did to us, what the Captain had called us struck us at our core and we started calling ourselves that. Juggernaut Company. Not a bad ring to it. Granted the Company names are given the phonetic alphabet names according to the date of creation and the ranking of the training. Officially our platoon was Hotel five-eight Heavy Recon Company... But in the words of Al. "Fuck that long ass name! Were the juggernauts!" For someone so idiotic he is amazing at rallying a crowd to one objective... Should have been a politician.

Then came the day we fell in love. We formed up to begin our run to our personal hell holes as usual. The run started like any other except it was a few hours later in the morning. The next thing that was out of place was when Sergeant Fulbright turned down a different road that didn't lead to the ditches. I wondered if I should have said anything. That maybe she turned down the wrong road. I stopped thinking of that when I saw her.

66 tones of pure, unadulterated, badass. Most people when they see something awesome usually stand at awe savoring the sight. We however had no option and were forced to run past it. I could feel the angst behind me as the other guys felt the same thing. I knew one thing that everyone had on their minds.

We wanted to drive her.

We came to a stop near a few dozen crates. Standing in front of it was the Captain. We moved into our ranks and snapped to attention.

Fulbright walked over to the crate opposite of the Capitan. She gave him a smirk.

He nodded, before turning to look at us. "Hello recruits. Let me be the first to welcome you to your next phase of your training. You're officially past the first part of hell... It only gets hotter from here on out. "He paused before patting the crate he stood in front of. "In these crates are something very special."

When he said that Fulbright lifted the lid and pulled out it's contents. My eyes went wide as a smile spread over my usually stoic face

He noticed our sudden giddiness and gave us is evil smile. "Now who's up first?"

Author's notes:

First off: . /c8af11bb7f69efdb73c3304368610fb9/tumblr_nnoshqz8UL1ryw8hzo1_

Second: I am very sorry that it took this long to give you a new chapter. Life as you know is a bitch. With a new job, raising money for college, and the works it was hard for me to find time for this. To make it up to you guys I will try and get the next chapter out Before July's end. Hopefully I can get this underway now that this chapter's done.

Now on to an important part. If you guys find spelling/grammatical errors please tell me. If I know what to look for I can fix it so it can be a more enjoyable experience. We all know that grammar can either brake or make a fic. I don't have a beta and without microsoft word I'm sorta in the blind only trusting the built in word thingy in Fanfiction doesn't leave me with a lot of options with writing and spelling format. especially accents and foreign names.

Now I know I shouldn't be picky on this subject since I took a few months to complete a 6000 word chapter that is mostly expostion but please, Review... It feeds the drive for this story, as well as my ego. The bigger the dirve the more time I cram into my scheduale to write it to feed you more. The bigger my Ego, heh. Well the more risks Ill take when writing. Even a simple "MORE!" would sufice. As long as you give me your feed back I will listen to what you say, and yes even the hate commenst. though I won't take you seriously.

Now that's out of the way you might want to re-read the last chapter. I made a few changes that bugged me... And like alwasy Good Hunting!