Legion 666

practice makes perfect

I enter the tiny dull room, that is probably no more than 12 by 12 feet. My instructor is pushing his blond hair out of his eyes as he reads some papers, it seems I'm early, so I stand at attention in the narrow doorway. "You may enter 777, at ease," says my instructor without even looking up from the papers. I walk about 2 feet to my desk.

He walks over, looks down is longer than average nose at me, and asks, "what should you do if you wish to kill an organization with a poisonous gas such as chlorine gas, but not kill yourself?" "You should wear a gas mask, then proceed to pump the gas through the ventilation system," I replied, knowing that I'm right. My instructor continues to ask me questions, then has me take some notes.

The rest of my lessons go by in a blur, as I'm shuffled from one small room to an identical one again, and again. After my lessons for the rest of the day is work outs. Work outs are practice for physical training. My entire section will be there, but I am not allowed to talk to any of them, it would distract me.

I enter a giant room that once again has a dirt floor, and cement walls. I am the first to arrive of my section, so I begin with hovering. Hovering is very hard, I have to move my wings very slowly in order to not move. The longest I have ever been able to do it is around 10 minutes. I concentrate on my wings and keeping a steady rhythm. I start to feel pain where my wings connect to my back, to distract myself from it I start counting my wing beats. I finally stop, when the pain becomes unbearable.

More people have arrived now, I would say that about all 100 of us are here now. I ignore their presence as I start on my 500 push ups, push ups are easy, but necessary. The 500 sit ups that I will do next are just as easy and also just as necessary. I finish both exercises fairly quickly, but it has been enough time to give my wings a break. Time for my laps.

The laps are my favorite part of work outs, I love the adrenaline rush, and flying. I kick off hard creating a dust cloud behind me. I beat my wings rapidly as I fly around the perimeter of the room. I watch as the others are hovering, practicing hand to hand combat, doing strength training,etc. I'm the only one doing laps as of now. I don't count my laps I just fly until I can't anymore.

I do laps for what seems to be forever but finally when my wings start to give out I tuck them into my sides, and enter into a steep nose dive. The ground is coming closer with every second and I love it. I snap out my wings and catch myself just before I hit the ground. I didn't have to go into the nose dive, but I couldn't help but show off. For the remainder of the time I practice hand to hand combat. We don't practice weather control at workouts because, it would not be safe.

When workouts are over I head to my assigned sleeping quarters to rest. I walk down several identical looking hallways to get there. I'm walking fairly slowly due to exhaustion. As I'm walking I can't help but wonder when they are going to assign a mission. What will the mission be? Will I be assigned it? How many people will be assigned to go on it?