Boot Camp (Private)

[Bridget Cleary]

Today was a beautiful day. The sun was shining down on the deserts of New Mexico, cars were too far away to hear, and Bridget got to mess around with some possible new recruits. Truly a wonderful day.



The said new recruits would have received a letter in the mail, in which was attached an economy plane ticket from wherever they were to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Each individual arrived on a different plane, and was recruited by a man who held their name on a whitewash board. They were then brought to an area that seemed almost abandoned, with only a few small buildings in the middle of nowhere. They had had a few hours to themselves, their bags taken away from them and uniforms given to them. They were dressed in pants, a shirt, and a jacket, and a bed for the night. At dawn, they were marched outside to where Bridget stood in full military uniform.



“Welcome.” Were her first words, the sun’s weak morning rays shining on her bald head. “To testing. I am director Cleary. You have all been chosen to compete, for a very selective job. This position is highly confidential, and so more details will be revealed as we thin your numbers, but I can tell you this is an official military session. We will test everything: your wit, your strength, your ability to not cry in the face of danger, and then we will train you. For a warmup, I would like you to start with a jog. I will tell you when to stop. Begin.”

[Fyrann Truax]

The early morning sun bled its colors through an old dusted window that overlooked the cot Fyrann was laying on. Sleep hadn't come easy to him--what between the nightmares, jet lag, and the drastically different weather. Compared to London, the weather in New Mexico was much dryer and hotter; even his insides felt like melting. Though thankfully he was easily adaptable and that detail wouldn't stop him from getting a position in this semi-secret organization.

Upon getting dressed way before anyone else (in the required uniform), his dark brown eyes skimmed over the invitation letter once more. 'U.N.S.A.I.D.'. He knew little about the organization itself other than they neutralized supernatural threats to society. For the next hour he waited for the rest of his group to awaken eager to start the day.

When the time came the hunter followed the mismatched applicants down to a small ghost town, not bothering to speak a word to any of them. Part of this reminded him of training in the Royal Marines and for a second he almost mistook the people among him as his former unit thanks to a flashback of memory. They came to a halt and Fyrann immediately stood with his hands behind his back out of respect as the group was being addressed by Cleary. Luckily for him the pain in his wrist wasn't overreacting today and he'd be able to muscle through it. Though with the instruction to get moving, he started off at a decent jog in the center of the unit.

[Apollo Lion]

“Welcome."

Apollo yawned silently.

“To testing. I am director Cleary. You have all been chosen to compete, for a very selective job. This position is highly confidential, and so more details will be revealed as we thin your numbers, but I can tell you this is an official military session. We will test everything: your wit, your strength, your ability to not cry in the face of danger, and then we will train you. For a warmup, I would like you to start with a jog. I will tell you when to stop. Begin.”

Everyone began to take off. Many men and women dressed in cadet clothing began their, probably long, run down a particular path. No one was given the certain length, though, it didn't matter. The young army was being trained and tested, which meant showing the overseer what all they could do.

Apollo was among these low leveled ranks, as a low leveled rank himself. Although, he wasn't moving very fast as the others, and was definitely at the end of the jogging line (Which he preferred over being ahead). He wasn't the soldier type of man, and even now he questioned what he was doing in New Mexico.

A couple of days ago a secret organization named the U.N.S.A.I.D asked for his presence at a training camp. Of course, with the word camp at the end of the title, Apollo was a little concerned for what was about to happen to him. Even still, his curious mind got the better of him, and he was now stranded in a boot camp among a lot of other strange people.

The camp wasn't so bad, as long as he could interact with the birds at night, or Bayla as Apollo liked to call them. However, that did take up much of his sleeping time, which caused him to be the half awake mess he was right now; although, even though he was a half awake mess, he wasn't too sleepy enough to pay attention.

[Bridget Cleary]

There were two others who were trainers at the camp that were also jogging with the recruits. One lead the way, while another remained at the back, to make sure none began to slow down too much. There were a couple of very eager men who were very determined to show off their speeds, and were up by the front. They later regretted this, as the jog lasted over an hour. The whole time, Bridget jogged alongside the group, watching people.

The jog was uneventful. They did a very large circle, returning back to the base. Everything looked identical: desert wasteland. Bridget had a light sweat, but she’d been trained for such activities of endurance. Some were panting. Not all of them had received military, or any sorts, of training, and Bridget would bet a pretty penny a few of them were questioning why they were brought there.

During the jog, one guy quick. A very thin, weasel of a man. He was obviously one who didn’t understand that this activity wasn’t actually about physical fitness, but rather how people reacted. He quit at a silly time though, and still had to walk all the way back, after taking a break and having been given some water. The trainer at the rear escorted him, while Bridget covered his job.

When they were back, Bridger would smile. “Most of you did very good. Recruits Fable, Johnston, and Travismel, you are hereby relieved of duty and may return to gather your items and go home.”

The three men looked slightly surprised, but obediently left, escorted by the other trainer. During this time, the man who had escorted Mr. Quitter came back.

“Don’t you all feel awake now?” Bridget asked. There was a chorus of 'Yes Director Cleary'. Not all participated, and some joined in at the end. It wasn't very nice, and was pretty messy.   “Take a moment to sip on some water and refill your bottles. It is important to stay hydrated.”

[Apollo Lion]

(OOC: It appears that one of our participants are no longer posting. I hope it's alright by you if we continue the thread!)

Apollo and the other cadets ran in a complete, extremely long circle, using the very little stamina they had to its fullest. When they finished and made it back to the base, Apollo collapsed to his knees along with the other cadets that couldn't handle the run. A lot of things happened while he was trying to catch his breath. Apparently, some people left, some people were excused from the training, and others were saying yes to Director Cleary. Apollo felt a little bad for missing Director Cleary's words.

He caught her next words, though, telling them to take a moment to drink some water. There were water kegs already prepared near the cadets. Many migrated to them, along with Apollo. The cadets had to gather cups and pour the water themselves. Apollo made extra sure to enjoy the water, all the while paying close attention to what Director Cleary was doing. She fascinated him in some respects, one being how she dealt with running so long as though it was nothing but a stroll.

[Bridget Cleary]

(OOC: Since they quit we might as well wrap things up.)

Bridget herself went and joined the men and woman who were drinking at the water kegs, grabbing herself a cup and sipping on the water. Albeit she was used to such physical activities, it was idiotic to not drink any water, especially on a hot day like today.

“Alright, time to split you up.” Bridget announced, and about fifteen minutes were spent assembling everyone gathered in to two groups. It would have been much quicker if everyone present had training, however at least in the future they would be receiving it.

The group was split into those who would serve as techies and those who would serve as field agents. It was not a fifty-fifty split, and the majority of people were there to become field agents. All of them fell into one of three categories: They knew about supernaturals and had expressed some sort of wish or act to help against the more powerful ones; they were military veterans and therefore already trained; or both.

The techies were brought away. They would receive screening and testing. A few of them were criminals, being pardoned if they would help the UNSAIDs. The field agents were brought into one of the buildings, which turned out to be a shooting range.

Over the next week, they would continue to train. Then, they would be told why they were there.

“As you can tell, we’ve been training. Those of you who are left are deemed worthy to continue such training, even if some of you lack several military skills. But it is time you learn why you have spent the last week at this camp: Supernaturals. Now, I know not all of you are aware of this, but some of you are. Supernaturas exist, and they can be very dangerous. The goal of UNSAIDs is to help contain the supernatural threat. Therefore, those of you who wish to stay will receive extensive training. You will need to learn how to shoot a gun, how to identify a supernatural, and how to deal with different supernaturals. From now on, those of you that accept are Field Agents. You will continue to receive training, but it will not be constant as it is right now, so you may have to face a supernatural threat even if unprepared.”

[Apollo Lion]

When the testing was finally over, Cleary began assigning people positions. Those that were skinny and seemed to have an intelligent mind were taken away, leaving the others with Apollo. It took an entire week before Apollo was finally told why he was here. Many people had educated guesses, and one of Apollo's new friends made began thinking up confusing conspiracies.

The week for training was extremely rough for Apollo. He never did so much physical activity until joining this group, and on many occasions he thought of quitting and going home. It was a miracle that he managed to last this long. Thankfully, there was a very huge pay off for him and his 7 days struggle. Thanks to this organization, Apollo was now stronger and tougher. He developed two heavily muscular arms, and his chest was now a beautiful six pack. He never knew that he could develop so much in the timespan of a week, but the results were enough proof.

When Director Cleary finally began her explanation, Apollo listened intently. At the end of her speech Apollo sighed. Understanding the entire point of this organization. Apollo was to deal with supernaturals. He was doing that already, but now he would be doing that with other people. Apollo was a little excited by the news, and readied himself for his first mission.