The red guy walked down the staircase towards the front of the hall ,where a man who seemed like a commander ,stood waiting for him. I followed him, the 62 eyes traced us like we were about to pull out a gun and shoot someone. It was quiet, real quiet.
When we reached the front of the room, the red guy turned (so did I) and the commander started to speak.
" I am Commander Thomas, and I will be taking care of you all for the next few years. I know all of you have many questions but lets save the questions for later. This, is spartan 015, but you may address him as Commander 15. He will be in charge of your training. Lets put our hands together before he says a few words."
No one clapped their hands. My guess was that everyone was as clueless as I am and did not want let their guard down.
" Well then, just as Commander Thomas said, I will be in charge of making all of you, into a spartan. Over here we have someone, who managed to escape the room within 30 seconds!....And managed to block my punch"
Everyone started looking at each other, some whispering while others just had surprised looks on their faces.
" He is 67, remember him."
He signalled me to join the rest. I walked to the last available seat and sat down. 67? And how many people did he punch?
"By the way, all of you will be referred to as numbers. If you wish to have a name. Earn it."
Commander Thomas said in a serious tone. The screen then turned on and he began to explain to us our situation.
We were spartan recruits. Our job was to train and become spartans. If we manage to do so, we would be able to have our names, maybe even part of our memories. But if we fail to do so, we would be stuck in this training site for who knows how long.
