Full Metal History

Training begins

The Cadillac finally drove into a driveway with big, concrete walls with concertina wire placed around the top. The gate, was massive but made of wood, two Italian soldiers manned the guard box, with their rifle slung one walked over to the driver side window, whilst the second, took a long pole with a mirror attached to the end and scanned the underside of the vehicle.

"Carta d'identità , la documentazione e il numero di passeggeri !", the soldier said to the driver. Fumbling around in the glove box the driver gave the soldier a clipboard with the documentation for entry as well as his ID.

"a bordo me compreso cinque, tre nella parte posteriore due nella parte anteriore , la priorità di due bar e tre barra gialla", the driver responded.

After being given the all clear from the second soldier, the vehicle was waved on through. Fuller looked out the tinted windows and thought to himself, "fook, looks like a fooking prison".

Gates with barbed wire, sectioned off the areas of the massive courtyard. As they drove in to the right was a carousel with an office building, to the left were an array of sheds. Everything looked top secret. Soldiers were actively patrolling, some in cars, some on foot. Cameras were watching over like big brother. As they drove further in, a massive oval appeared to the left of the vehicle, on it was a running track, obstacle course, pool and a driving training area just behind. The vehicle takes a swift left and turns to the field.

"As you know, you have never met the team well after a brief shakedown you have two days to train and learn eachother", the lady said.

"Two fooking days...TWO!", Fuller, blurted out rather pissed off. "I saw my dad for longer than two fooking days and I still don't know the cunt, didn't help he left when I was a mere baby!".

The Cadillac came to a stop on the oval and the men told to disembark. Standing on the middle of the oval, were five other men. From left to right;
Alois Rommel, Angus Scott, Jacksons Svertis, Oleg petrovonic and Kim Park.

"You two take a stand over there please, Mr. Fuller, stay here". The lady said

The three men obliged and went to their spots.

"Gents, listen up!", she began, "as you are aware, you are here for a military experiment, well that experiment was tested a month ago, with four men, British, American, Brazillian and Japanese. However, we lost contact with them. They are still alive but, without knowing their state we cannot disconnect them. Your job is the get them out alive to a designated pickup zone where we can safely remove their gear. The rundown, youse will be hooked up to cryostasios pods and objected with an element to stop you from freezing before we hook you up to a computer mainframe to superimpose your bodies into a dimensional world...", before continuing, Fuller cut in.

"Lads, in lamens terms, four of us are missing, we'll be playing a video game using our minds to rescue them, so let's go do what we fooking do best, kick doors in, shoot and stab motherfuckers in the face and slay the pussy", Fuller said, with a cheer from the men whom he would be in charge.

Looking slightly pissed off the lady added one more thing, "Also, if you die or get injured in there, you die in real life".
The cheering quickly went limp as everyone including Fuller, stood there with a blank expression on their face, "Museun ssibal!", Park yelled out.

"Best not die lads, come on we have two days to learn a lifetime of eachother, because out there it's just us 8 and stuck up bitches looking out for us, and I don't quite trust them to make a turd sandwich", Fuller said, pushing infront of the lady. With that, the eight men, started their two days of intensive training, Obstacle crossing, basic attacks, weapon drills, patrol formations and hand signals.

The men sweated and laughed with eachother over the days, even though they were being smashed, they all helped eachother. A close knit team, that in two days knew more about eachother than most people they knew. Just what Fuller wanted, he joined his team in a heavy drinking session on the second night, even going up to the bar and slapping down four hundred dollars and saying, "Keep the piss flowing till she runs out ,then keep the piss running some", he said, slapping an extra four hundred down. The bartender smiled as his customers were getting the fresh bevvies down their necks.

Being the last night they'll have out in the town, each man was flirting with and picking up girls, besides Fuller. Sitting at the table watching the lads have fun, sipping on his pint. Petit, stumbled on over gripping his beer with care as he sat down next to Fuller, orientating his body towards his newly founded brothers.

"You know this is the perfect time to find a female friend", Petit said placing his pint on the table.

"Pfft", remarked Fuller, "Italians don't do it for me, I'm more of a non white person".

Petit, just stared at Fuller, "but you're white, and personally not in a position to be picky".

"Fook off mate", Fuller replied. "Some would say I'm a solid eight out of ten".

"Yeah and those people need to go to spec-savers", joked Petit.