The Portal Soldiers

Chapter VIII

VIII

The Training: Last Two Days

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Since Amy will prepare tasks for their team, Lance accompanied her in going early to the Portland's Trainer. Amy and Lance arrived in the classroom and sat on their armchairs. Amy was writing their agenda for her team when Lauren took her pen.

"Hey!" Amy exclaimed.

"My pen lost its ink. So I have to borrow," Lauren said.

"Do you know . . . the word permission?" Lance said.

"And do you think your agenda will work?" Lauren asked while chuckling.

"Sorry to disappoint you but I don't really need your questions," Amy said as she took the pen from Lauren's hand.

"What the . . . " Lauren said as she turned around and went back to her seat.

Amy continued writing their agenda. Lance stood up and said, "Amy, I'm just going to check the bulletin board."

"You may go," Amy replied without removing her eyes on what she's writing.

Lance left Amy and went to the bulletin board. He came near to the bulletin board which is just seven strides away. He saw nothing posted on it but the announcements yesterday. He walked back to the classroom.

"I found nothing," he said and was surprised that all of them were already there.

"Okay, now, we're going to maximize our time. By 7:00 to 8:30, we're going to have a practice with the lasers. And 8:30 to 11:00, we're going to have a practice fighting each other . . . " Amy said.

"Seriously?" Lance almost screamed.

"Yes, I'm serious," Amy said. "It's for us to be more aware of the dangers we might encounter when we fight something with brain."

"Okay," Lance said. "I thought we're gonna kill each other."

They all laughed.

"Okay, 11:00 12:00, our lunch break. On 12:00 to 12:30, we'll have our rest. By 12:30 to 3:00, we'll fight the lasers on war mode," Amy said. "Now, let's start."

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It's already 8:30 am and they have already went to the training field to train with the lasers. They have stepped on the platform and they have trained with the lasers as usual.

Between 8:30 am to 11:00 am, Amy borrowed coveralls for their training. The long-sleeved coveralls were patched with laser detectors.

"We'll start the practice, I've borrowed our coveralls for us," Amy started checking the condition of the six coveralls in hangers. "And also the laser weapons, we'll be using it. When the laser of the weapon touched the coverall, the solid part of your weapon will alarm. Instead of being disqualified or defeated, it's either you'll just seat or practice more. So, let's start."

They formed a spacious circle right after they've zipped their coveralls' zippers up. The shooters parted from the front liners. The shooters definitely need to be apart from each other. Amy glanced at the surroundings and she found a place to hide – behind the bleachers. She neither knew where William nor Tom hid.

Amy peered on the right side of the bleachers. She looked at the left then to the right. She saw no one's head but because a bullet is made of laser, it shined in red, easy to see. Knowing that it will cause her own defeat, she made her way out of the bullet's path. Then the bullet hit the wall near her.