Regrets

Recruited

"Well Stephanie has been training for 2 years right?" Andre asked.

I nodded.

"And she seems to be very good at chemistry, biology, and math," Andre turned and winked at me.

"Well that certainly qualifies," Nicholas replied.

"What about Stella?" Ilias asked.

"Well, she is quite good at gymnastics, track and field, and I have seen a quality special about her," Andre turned to look at Ilias and Nicholas with an arched eyebrow.

"What's the "special" quality?" I asked.

" Nothing you should be concerned with," Ilias said with a hint of either harshness or distaste(maybe possibly fear).

"Ok..." Stella sarcastically exclaimed.

" Well, welcome to the force," Ilias exclaimed brightly.

" Do you want me to get their gear, or do you want me to show them the hideout to decide ranks?," Andre asked, trying to change the subject.

"You should train them first to get them an overview of what level they're at,"Nicholas commented.

"True," Andre nodded in agreement, "let's go to the hideout."

"Sure," I nudged Stella not to make snappy comebacks.

Andre led us to this ballroom like room with a marble dome and arches. There were much more people in here, except, most of the people there looked my age, except for the occasional adult supervising them. There was training equipment running along the walls. Not any ordinary training equipment, they had guns, daggers, compound bows, protective light armor, first-aid kits, bullet- proof vests, and all sorts of other weapons, medical equipment, and armour. I gazed along the walls to the middle of the dome, where there was a crystal chandelier hanging. This is quite a fancy place for training I murmured. I saw Stella follow my gaze to a silver machine with pairs of what looked like Oakley sunglasses on the side of the machine. We walked towards the machine as people greeted Andre left and right.

"This, is a simulator," Andre said motioning to the machine.

A girl my age turned from the simulator and went over to us, "Andre, do you finally have a girlfriend~" she asked.

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