A huge dark-haired man steps out from behind Rilo, "I'll beat 'em into shape yet," he grins.
"You had better," Harvey says through gritted teeth as he turns on his heel to leave.
An elbow lightly nudges my arm. Ellie turns her head to me, leaning over.
"Is that guy ripped or what?" she not-so-subtly whispers in my ear. She does not expect much of an answer, her eyes and focus stay glued to this 'ripped' guy, as she puts it.
The man's face instantly drops its expression, "EVERYONE SHUT UP!" he roars all of a sudden almost making me jump. He earns everyone's attention immediately. In an instant, all the chuckles and hushed whispers vanish completely.
My jaw clenches as a screeching high humming pierces my ears at the volume of his bellowing. My hand instinctively moves up to my head, as if it lessens the pain somehow.
"That's better," he half-smiles in satisfaction.
I shuffle over to him along with everyone else forming a large circle around the man.
The ringing begins to fade away allowing me to put my hand down. The bat-like guy I saw earlier stands at the opposite side of the circle. His blank gaze lands on me for a moment as he squints slightly. An uncomfortable feeling settles in my stomach at his ominous demeanour. My attention is torn away from him and onto the man in the middle of the circle.
"Name's Rychner. I'm going to be supervising you throughout your training, which probably won't be very long for most of you... We only need five of you." he announces at a thankfully much lower volume.
"There's going to be some ground rules," he continues, "Fail to comply to the rules and you get cut, bye-bye Delta Squad. First off, do what I tell you to do when I tell you to do it. Secondly, no speaking unless spoken to, no time for chit-chat. Third, no fighting outside the ring. And fourth, no guns outside the weapons room and shooting range."
"Better roll them sleeves down then, Sarg." Ellie teases with a sly smile. My eyes widen slightly at her boldness.
"Somebody's gutsy." the voice remarks.
A few snorts and chuckles come up from the crowd.
Rychner goes silent, his lip twitching slightly as his eyes dart over to Ellie. All the quiet chatter hushes down until no amount of volume can be heard.
"You want ta cut?" His face expression remains unmoving.
Ellie surprisingly gives no response.
"That's what I thought," he states.
"Right, everybody line up!" Rychner shouts as he points over to the other side of the room.
I look over at Ellie, scanning her face for expression.
"Somebody's uptight," she mumbles over to me, seemingly completely unphased by the whole thing.
The circle gradually starts to disband as people sluggishly make their ways over to the other side of the room.
"Come on people!" Rychner complains, "While we're young!"
I pause, looking to Rilo who stands shoulders crossed shooting Rychner an exasperated look.
Rilo takes a few steps closer to Rychner, "This is worse than I thought." he mumbles to him.
"Huh, tell me about it." Rychner scoffs. "I'll make something out of them yet." he continues.
Rilo sends him a wary glance, "If you don't Harvey's gonna be pissed."
"Hey, hey, have a little faith, 'aight?" Rychner retorts jokingly.
Rychner's eyes suddenly land on me, his jokey demeanour immediately vanishes.
"Hey, get in line!"
I immediately step into the line, keep my head down, not wanting to get into any further trouble.
I did not even notice Ashley had left the room until she comes back in, with a clipboard and pen in her hand.
Rychner starts pacing up and down slowly and much to my dismay he starts shouting again, "There are four different positions in the squad, leader, second in command, tank, and medic. Then there's the Weapons Master, but they're not technically part of the squad."
He signals towards Ashley, "Each of you is to tell Ash what squad position you want and your name. If you don't have one make something up just...try not to make it too weird 'aight? But hey, you're the one who has to live with it, so I don't much care."
Leaning over on my other foot I look down the line of people and see I am practically at the end of it. It's going to be a long wait.
"Now look what you've gotten us into," Charthrax complains.
Hey, you're the one who wanted this.
"I didn't know it was gonna take this long." he retorts.
Whatever.
A few minutes pass of boredom pass when the girl finally makes her way over to me.
"Name?" she mumbles without enthusiasm, not bothering to look up from her clipboard.
Her head darts up a smile appearing on her face, "Oh it's you! Crazy knife guy."
"Yeah, that would be me," I smile sarcastically, not appreciating the new nickname.
Either ignoring my sarcasm or not noticing it she continues, "So what rank you want? On the squad I mean."
I pause for a moment, contemplating her question, something I had not bothered to do with all the time there was to think about it. My eyes land on the tall figure standing a few paces away from me. Borg.
With a small amount of consideration, I answer, "Whatever Borg is in."
"Borg, as in the six and a half foot giant guy? As in the guy that beat the life out of ya?" Ashley asks raising her eyebrows as she turns around to look at him.
"That's the one," I say confidently.
"Leader it is then." she sighs, turning around to scribble it down on the clipboard.
"Why couldn't you just pick tank?" the voice interjects.
"You do realise that's a terrible idea, right?" she questions, looking up again.
"Yeah, probably," I respond casually as I attempt to bury any doubts going through my mind.
Her eyes widen slightly before she moves on to the next person.
A/N: Thank you for reading everyone! Sorry, the update was a few days late, but hopefully, you still enjoyed it. Until next time.
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Experiment VII
Fiksi Ilmiah"Experiment number G7, that's all I am now. Who we were, everything we had, gone. We're just a bunch of failed experiments, but they made a mistake. They underestimated us, and now they're going to pay." Started: April 12, 2019 (approx.) Finished: ...
