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                                                       "Ok so the schedule says that next we swim." Alyssa says. It's weird how the weapon master's decided that a girl that could control ice and  me would be on the same team. I honestly thought it was stupid to do that. "Phillip can you swim?" She asks half challenging half asking. "Yea." I answer  thinking about how she had nearly made us lose this morning. Well ok I guess I contributed too it to but it was  mostly her fault for freezing the ground. After she did that everyone was slipping around  and I went into shutter and had to kill the androids myself. Except that i didn't know they would all hit  Mark and tick him off. So yea it was basically a catastrophe.  

                                     Our group consisted of me, Alyssa, Mark, Santiago, Jack and Hailey. Jack  had all our basic powers (healing, advanced speed, enhanced senses  and strength) but  he had one power that gave him an edge. He  could cause vibrations in the atmosphere and I know it kinda sounds boring  but  it is pretty awesome in battle cause he could create smaller scaled earthquakes and destroy objects. I follow the group to the swimming pool and  focus on not  getting angry cause usually that starts an inferno.  "What's the point of this?" Santiago asks the instructor. "You all need to be able to fight those aliens in any environment." the  instructor replies. The instructor is a man with silvery hair and  a muscular body. He was about six feet tall. 

                                 "When do we start?" Alyssa asks.  "Now." the instructor says. I jump in the pool and  shoot off.  I try to  go fast but I'm just not that good at it.  When we're all finished I'm breathing heavily . "Phillip you OK?" Alyssa  asks.  "Yea." I answer standing.  I walk to my room  and shower then change.  When I step out the room  Jack is there "Turns out they need to have a meeting with everyone." he says. I nod and start walking to the main room "Wait are you coming?" I ask turning. "Oh I'll be there soon." he answers.   In the main room   Mark and Hailey wait for me. "OK so we can go now right?" Hailey asks. "Yea sure." I answer following them  through a set of doors down a hallway and up two flights of stairs to the auditorium.  

                                It's pretty big with  3,000 seats and a large stage in the middle it looks like a re purposed  football stadium.  Our group sits with Sol's group   in the far left of the stadium. Apparently whatever we were here for hadn't started just yet. There were  at least forty weapon masters on the stage all of them having the  black metal wristbands that had orange symbols on it. The rest of the staff sat in the crowd  with us.  It took twenty minutes but eventually they started talking. "You children assembled here today are the 400  descendents  of an alien hybrid race." a  bearded weapon master explains. "The alien's that abducted you all  are   Xlonians."    Finally an explanation. I think to myself. "Why did they abduct us?!"  Ralph yells. "Because they wanted to make you all into their soldiers." says a weapon master with a heavy British accent. "They are a war like race and they want to kill the species you are mixed with." 

                                                                                                                                                                                     "So we need to train you to kill them all." says another weapon master with a large  grey beard.

"So you want to use us as your weapons?" Tom asks flatly. 

"In a way you would be right." the British weapon master says. "But ask yourself this would you rather slaughter them or be slaughtered yourself?" 

"You were created for war." Sol's uncle explains. "Your astrologists here on earth communicated with our race  and we  sent out pulses that changed you while your mother's wombs making you change   into what you are today." 

   "We didn't mean to be villains in this but it just so happened the humans thought it to be that way."  says the British weapon master. "They drove us from earth nearly  destroying our ships in the way." 

"If you would turn us into weapons  what seperates you from the lizards?" Tom asks. 

"We did it out of desperation." Sol's uncle says. "They do it for the game."  

"How come you guys don't have  armies on your planet?" I ask.    

"We do but  they have been Trapped on our home planet Arieos."  The British weapon master says. "So we are going to train you all to be warriors."

                               "Each of you have different powers which is why you are in groups." says the grey bearded weapon master. "We need you all to be with people that have somewhat similar powers with you. Any questions?"  No one answers. "Ok well dismissed." He says. Everyone slowly wades outside into the  main room. "Hailey did you see Jack during the meeting?" Mark asks while we walk down the stairs. "No." she answers. "I saw him." I say pushing through the doors into the hallway. "When?" Mark asks. "Right before the meeting." I answer. "No, No that can't be right I saw him go into the cafeteria before the meeting." Mark says  as we enter the main room. 

                       "Maybe he learned how to teleport." Hailey says shrugging. "He could've except that usually when I teleport I need to see where I'm going." Santiago says. I sit in  one of the couches in the main room. The rest of the group sits in the rest around me. "I think we have a mole among us." Mark says sighing. With that  he stands and walks away into the crowd around us. I look at them all wondering who could be the mole. Who could be the traitor. I look at my whole group  thinking that maybe one of them might be the mole. "Not me."  Santiago says. "But think about it if it really wanted to kill us it would have already right?" Alyssa asks. "Maybe it just enjoys  torturing us." Santiago says solemnly. Making the sweetness of us come back to earth into a bittersweet. For we all knew that the assassins wouldn't stop until all of us or all of them are dead.

                 

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