Intertimelinal World War.

Preliminary Training.

CAMP YR-YLLEN, RESERVE MILITARY TRAINING FACILITY ALPHA UNIFORM 108979, AUGUSTA PROVIDENCE REGIONAL ADMINISTRATION, PREŠKA, Co8u SOUTHERN SIDE PENINSULA, 2B2T SPACIAL ANOMALY, AUGUST 1 8TH, 1975 2 ARG, 5:41 AM.

Relasé P.O.V.;

I wake up in the back of our team's Humvee, barely able to open my eyes, the sun has yet to come up and I'm lying against the left side of the interior, rifle on the floor with the stock facing inwards and the barrel pointed at the door, my arms folded and my helmet still on...

I check my watch, my left arm being under my right making it easy, so I just tilt my hed down and try to unblur my vision.

"05::41", the aggressive and sharp red numbers read.

Ugh, why am I here again?

I just now begin to register that our vehicle's engine was on, I say was because just right now it's gone silent. Oh, wha-

"Let's go, let's go, come on out of your victors!", someone in the distance shouts.

A rush of adrenaline suddenly courses through me, as the soldier who's name I never got to my right, already stiffly against his seat and at attention, cocks his rifle and bolts out the door, the driver motionless and the guy up in shotgun, ironically with one funnily enough, cocks his and bolts out.

I realize my awkward posture and try to adjust, but before I can the door opens for me-

"PRIVATE RELASÉ! WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?"... ohhhh no.

I immediately sit at attention and pick up my rifle, load a clip, chamber the round and get my seatbelt off, all in less than 10 seconds, the guy by the door with a nasty look on his face backs away to let me move out.

I dismount, immediately the noticing a watchtower with a bright spotlight shinning down to my right, the direction of the front of my victor, I look right, and notice a fence with a sidewalk on this side, and a sidewalk on the other, we're in a parking lot with those stopping bumps for vehicles where we're parked, I look further to my right, over the vehicle, and notice an indistinguishable number of other vehicles, all around all dismounting, in the same parking lot, but just all to the right. The first other victor is one slot to the right of ours. I look back to the left where the watchtower was and notice a freshly parked vehicle dismounting its crew, all three of which running up to the sidewalk, guns lowered but still in their hands, I think they parked four over, as there are three bumps (And therefore slots.), between our victor and theirs.

"SIGHTSEEING, PRIVATE RELASÉ?!"... that's my que isn't it?

I rush over, I think I forgot to mention my rifle in my hands, trigger on the right and my left hand on the barrel, but anyways I sprint over to the sidewalk, jumping over another bump in the slot directly left our victor, and push through to the right side, I look back to the driver with a worried look, and he opens his hands, still lightly gripped on the steering wheel, and raises his eyebrows, like he's saying "What did you expect coming into here.", or something like that. My posture is slightly hunched over, as if I'm gonna get shot at any moment now.

I meander through the crowd after heading about two slots right of our victor, where the guy first our victor's right had parked, and look left, after having looked dead ahead, and by that I mean towards the ground.

Looking left I'm greeted by a whole ass line of people, all in this weird V-shaped entry point I'm at the mouth of, in hindsight I think it kinda looks like a less-than sign, no, nope it's probably better to just leave it at a V isn't it? What am I saying? The walls are all fences, unlike the chain links of the rest if the fence, this particular area, and only the V-shaped entry point, is just some metal likes protruding out of the ground. What the fuck, someone has to fire whoever the hell designed this flipping fence! Its pissing me off irrationally just looking at it! Is this part of the training?! To get me mad preemptively or something?!