Author's Note: I apologize, this chapter is a little (okay a lotta) short. I'll be the first to admit that this is kinda a filler chapter. I think it will be much better when my amazing beta finishes her thing... Another long day and laate night for me! Night guys!
4. Never ignore the rules given to you. The consequences may suck.
Roy stood in front of the men and women of the South, the soldier's faces blurred by the sea of white tee shirts, that each of them were wearing. His team stood behind him, each of them wearing black.
"The rules are simple," He said, "There will be no alchemy. The entire point of this exercise is to give each of you and idea of what can go on in a battle field, and not every battle will be with an alchemist." It wasn't an entire lie, after all. Not all of them needed to know exactly what they were competing for.
Riza grabbed a gun off of the closest rack to her and handed it to him as he continued. "These guns have been modified, by our own Lieutenant's Hawkeye and Havoc, to shoot out little balls filled with paint. Each of you will grab one of these, and a vest pack, on your way into the arena. You may only shoot at members of the opposing team and, if you are hit in a vital spot, you must leave the field into the pit, until the end. When leaving you must then raise your gun over your head, shout that you are hit, and then quickly leave the field to the dead area. If you are not honest, you will be called on it. There are two impartial referees on each side who will blow a whistle for each person that is out of the game. The balls will not make a large mark and it will be hard to tell just by looking at you, if you have been hit or not. So, if you feel the impact of a ball, leave.
South, your objective will be to capture Lieutenant Hawkeye. By capture, I mean, she will be moving around our side of the field and you must infiltrate our side, find her, and shoot her in a vital area. Our objective will, obviously be to protect her. We need this to be as real as possible to help you pinpoint any mistakes you, and your team may be making out in the field. Got it?" The small team, of about ten, shouted a 'yes sir' and each one left with a gun and a vest pack, filled with ammo. Roy turned to his team. "Are you ready?" Havoc smirked, stubbing the cigarette, that he was smoking out. "Let's kick some redneck ass!" Riza watched as Breda and Havoc walked out, animatedly telling Edward something, with Falman and Fuery behind them.
"Sir, You do realize that they're going to end up taking everyone from the south out and then go after each other, right?"
"As long as South is out." He said as he grabbed a vest and followed the other guys out.
And there you have it. Please, tell me how much this one sucked, if you have a chance.