World War 3: The Beginning [A trilogy]

5. Final Test and Results

Down a dark corridor, towards my first part of the test. I wipe my sweaty palms on my pants. The lady leads me to a room, where there is a gun and dummies, but the dummies are armed. The gun is not a pistol, like it was last time, this time it is a full-out machine gun. I stare blankly at it.

I can't lift this thing up!

"Don't make me instruct you like a two-year-old." The lady says harshly, making me jump.

"Yes, ma'am," I say, grabbing the gun's handle. I learned how to hold one of these a while ago. I pick it up and wrap my hands in the right spot.

"Very good, you can pick it up, just like everybody else. Now can you shoot it at the brain or heart? That would be absolutely amazing!" The lady says in a tone of voice you would use when talking to a baby or small child.

"I'm not a child," I say.

"Then stop acting like one, and shoot!" She says sternly.

I hold the gun up and start to shoot at the dummies, hitting each one in the center of the target spot.

I follow the lady to tech next room, which has a simulation war plane in it.

"It says here that you're interested in flying, so I hope you know how to land, take off and shoot, so that's what your simulation will include." She says, and I start to panic. I only got a little practice in landing, and I don't know how to shoot.

"Okay," I say, hopping into the simulation plane.

"Watch the little screen, and people or other planes that are red, you shoot," she says, and the simulation screen turns on. It shows my plane on the runway, engine going. I take a deep breath and start to take off.

The majority of my flight goes well. I miss a few targets, but I don't get shot out of the sky, luckily. I miss the landing the first few tries but my third try I land successfully.

"Very well," the lady says. Next and final part, the boat.

I've never been on a boat. Much less a war ship. There are all these levers and buttons that I don't know how they work. There are measure levels like in cars but I don't know what they mean. There's something that looks like a compass, and that's the only thing on the war ship that I understand.

"I don't know how to do this," I say, staring dumbfounded at the controls.

"Redheads." She mutters. "They need to fix their problems,"

"Excuse me?" I say, a little upset at her insult.

"Your a virus in our system. A fault. An accident." She says, sticking her nose in the hair, her white-blonde hair flowing down her back.

"Everything happens for a reason," I snap, and turn and walk out of the testing building.

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"Haley!" Fiona burst into my room this morning, jumping around, more excited than when she was when my first test results came back.

"What?" I say groggily, just waking up."

"YOU'RE OFFICIALLY A FLYER!" Fiona screams at the top of her lungs.

"I am?" I ask, but it's too early in the morning for my mind to fully register what just happened.

"Yes! They're sending you straight to war tomorrow!" Fiona say, still excited. I start to panic.

"But I don't know much! I don't have any techniques, I just— I don't know!" I say, panic laced in my voice.

"Well they seemed impressed, based on the comments from the results of your paper," Fiona says, and starts to read them off. " 'Impressive moves, nice sideways glide through the mountains,' says one,"

"Oh, wow," I say, surprised at what the judges thought of my flying.

"They think you're a natural, and are sending you off to war in two days time," Fiona says, looking a little glum, but then pipes up. "Hey, then I can go back to war, or become a mother-figure for two girls, you and a baby!" I wasn't too fond of the second idea. Don't get me wrong, I don't want her to go to war and get killed, but I don't like the idea of Fiona fussing over another child that wasn't me.

"Fiona, go back to war with me," I say, grabbing her hands and looking her in the eye, trying to put a smile on my face. "It will be easier to understand of you're there,"

"Haley, I don't know yet," Fiona says, dropping her gaze to the floor.

"Please?" I ask, hoping she'll decide to come with me.

"All right," Fiona sighs, and I squeal happily and pull her into a hug.

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~Sami