Stained (Red vs Blue)

Classes and Realization

Before The Storm

I was expecting a normal class, where we studied about A.I.s and such. Nope, not today. "Hello, agents. You have completed the A.I. course work, and we have made a new plan. Each of you, besides Agent Nevada, will be taking other classes. We will send a schedule to each of your helmets," The Counselor said as we entered the classroom, and took our seats. I raised my hand.

"Yes, Agent Nevada?" He asked. "Why don't I have a class?" I asked. "You do, you're just instructing them," He responded. "Them? So I have multiple classes?" I asked again. He nodded. "That is right. You should be receiving the schedules now," Sure enough, the message appeared on my visor.

Chi, open the file for me, I said. You got it, She responded. It enlarged so I could see it on my visor. I had classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The times were the same on Monday and Wednesday, and Friday's was fifteen minutes shorter than the other two. I had three classes in total per day.

The first class started at nine o'clock A.M. and ended at eleven A.M. It was Michigan, and it looked like I was his fighting instructor. the next started at one thirty P.M and ended at two thirty. That one I was a sniping instructor, and I was there with Montana.

My final class was from three o'clock to four. I was teaching fighting to C-O. This was more of an Iowa job... This is going to suck. I am not a teacher. If I wanted to be a teacher, I would have never joined the army. I was a combat specialist, not a damn teacher. At least it was only three classes, and with people I knew.

"You are dismissed. Classes will start tomorrow, which is Monday. I want everyone prepared," The Director said. "Yes, sir," We all said, standing up and leaving. "What did they give you, Neva?" Iowa asked me. "I have three classes," I said. "Do they think you're stupid or something?" She asked. I shook my head. "No, no, no. I'm teaching three classes," I responded.

"You're... teaching. I can't imagine that. You like fighting," She said. I nodded. "Yeah, but my classes are more in the fighting area, so I'm fine. I'll have a busy schedule. What are you in, Iowa?" I asked her. "Medical training," She responded. "Oh, you're going to be a doc," I said. "Don't call me Doc, at least, please," She said. I just laughed, and responded with, "Sure,"

"Thank you. So what are you teaching?" She asked. "First class is a fighting class for Mich. Then sniping for Montana. Then fighting with C-O," I said. "That's going to suck. We won't get much time to lounge around anymore, well on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday," She said. I nodded.

After a few hours of mindlessly walking around, it was time for bed. We got out of our armor, and went to bed. I kept having dreams, well memories, of everything Tracer saw. At one point, he was flying over a mountainous area that looked oddly familiar. He landed in the middle of a bowl, which had a large base in the center of it. Then it clicked.

I woke myself up. "Chi, in the morning remind me to sort through the photos from Ash's dog tags, please," I whispered. "You got it," She said back. "Thank you," I said, laying back down. I looked at the alarm clock. It read four thirty. I sighed. I wish I could get a decent nights sleep. I wish I could just kill Tracer and get him out of my head. Hell, I don't even think killing him would get rid of the memories.

I soon fell back asleep. I was awoken by Iowa thirty minutes before wake up call to get armored. "Why did you wake up last night? I couldn't sleep, and I noticed you just randomly sit up and talk to Chi," Iowa asked, "More memories. I'm getting more and more, and that block I set up takes a lot from me, so I can't keep it up for a long time..." I said. She patted my back.

"Remember that you can always talk to me about it," She said, walking out of the room. I followed behind her. we got armored, and warmed up, and , soon enough, it was time for everyone's first class. I sighed, and walked to training arena C, where my fist class would take place.