Part of Amy would miss the Freedom Fighters. The years that she'd spent fighting alongside her friends, saving the world, and then doing it all over again were more meaningful than she could express. But, looking inward, she knew this was something...
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"The east building is the barracks... Central Command is the north building... and I'm in the training yard which is... West? No, Southwest?" Amy muttered to herself from the vantage point atop the High-Wall-Climb's ledge. By the time she settled herself after completing the course, the long shadows casted by the morning sun began to subside as it crested the mountainous exterior walls of the G.U.N Compound. She turned her focus to the north-east and settled on the glass exterior of the Sky-Bridge. One of the only entrances to the Compound, and one of the only buildings that broke away from the monotonous grays and browns. The Skybridge exterior was made of tempered glass panels, each framed by thick steel beams. In the mornings, the sun's reflection off of it illuminated the ground around it in an array of colors. It was probably Amy's favorite part of the whole compound if she was being honest, but as she looked it over, something caught her eye. For a moment in one of the windows, she could have sworn she saw someone else looking back at her, or well... at all of them.
For the past week, their early mornings had started the same. A warm-up run around the Training Yard that was about a mile long, an hour of study hall, quickly followed by the Assault Course, or as Gunner had dubbed it: The Obliterator Course. It was a 100 meter trail with about 8 obstacles across its length. The obstacles were things such as barbed wire and net crawls, walls to climb, balance beams to run across, monkey bars, and holes to climb through. A small smile pulled to Amy's lips, not only had she completed the course in time to see the sun break, but she had nearly aced the Compound Layout Quiz she had made for herself.
"Cadet Amy!" Her quills bristled and ears flicked at the snarl coming from 25 feet below. She quickly pulled her legs back from the platform's ledge and leaned over, curling her fingers around the lip of the platform for security. Her eyes scanned the ground, searching for Strg. Dimitri. It didn't take long to find him— with the tarmac being swarmed in a sea of the tan cadet-issued t-shirts, his enforcement blue uniform made him look like a spot someone forgot to color in on a page.
"Are you on a team or not, Pinky?!" Dimitri motioned his snout towards the base of the high-wall. The remaining cadets who had finished the ZigZag Balance Beam and were now scrambling against the climb. "Help your comrades! Finishing the course first means nothing if they're dragging behind!"
"Yes Sir!" She shouted in response, ignoring the affectionate and ever-so-creative nickname he had given her. She turned her attention down the vertical of the wall to try and spot her teammates. But even if she found them, she was at a loss on how she could assist. It was a high-wall climb, not some complicated equation or puzzle. Besides offering a hand when they reached the edge, what else could she do?
"Rah!" The exclamation of the Mobians voice was a mix of glee and exhaustion. Gunners gloved fingers gripped tightly onto the edge of the platform. As he threw his elbows over and strained to pull himself up, the now cresting sunlight allowed Amy to see how much exertion the course took. She met him at that point, offering a hand that he politely waved off.
