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A time ago, not far from this day, several terrorist groups were discovered and had to be dealt with. When the USA goverment realised that none of the American Special Forces had what it took to complete the taskts that stood ahead of them, they created an organization named Lunar Eclipse. Lunar Eclipse is a secret Goverment unit that on field has the authority to do what most special forces do not. They have the freedom to do whatever it takes, in order to complete their main goal in a mission, which might even be immoral in some cases.


A warm welcoming

Inside the headquarters of Lunar Eclipse a man in a black suit and with a black suitcase crossed the high number of hallways where the upcoming members of Lunar Eclipse would reside. They would not be allowed to leave this building until each and every one of them had been approved as a group and got to know eachother. He arrived eventualy to a large hall, where there was the average soldier located along the walls around the entire room, equiped with the latest of war equipment.
The man smiled, as the doors to the elevator opened and a pack of soldiers walked into the hall. This pack of soldiers (You all) were escorted by already employees of the Lunar Eclipse and they had blindfolds over their eyes to make sure no one knew where exactly this was located.

The soldier escorted the new people to the center of the hallway where they removed everyones blindfolds. As they opened their eyes, the great and empty lobby of the base was revieled. In front of the pack of new people (You all) stood a man in a black suit, holding a black suitcase. He straightened his suit out in order to look formal before the new people and had a smile on his face.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Leonard Shift and I will be your guide for the evening. I hope you will all appreciate me and my guided tour trough the base, because once I leave you, you will all be taken care of with our Field Commander Greg. Someone not quite as mannered and gentle as me" He paused for a moment, smiling. "Before we get started, I will let you all get used to the situation and introduce eachother properly" He turned around and walked back from where he came, but stopped half-way. "Oh, and do not leave the building, Lunar Eclipse Squad One. The building guards have the authority to shoot. Sharp. At you if you ignore that simple rule. Do not leave the building" He then continued his walk, before disappearing into the building.

Deuce crosses his arms as the man leaves the room. He looks at the other members and then at door. He rests his chin in his hand as if he were thinking to himself but he spoke outloud. "We're gunna die in here." He crosses his arms again and waits for someone else to start talking. He sits down and watches the door of the room waiting for it to open and an explanation of why he was there to be given. "My commanding Officer never said anything about this. What is this place and why am I here?" He knew he was speaking to himself and that he would probably never get the answers he wanted. He leans back in the chair focusing on all of the other unlucky patrons he was stuck with.

" Why worry , i doubt they will put us in much danger...... or so i think i have no idea " He said with in English with German hint to it. He looked at everyone and felt funny. His stomach ached , usually when that happens hes right about whats going on. He looked at the guy that spoke " my names Rand "

"Names Deuce.. Deuce Wyatt. Special Forces Marines. They took me away from my unit.." He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and put one in his mouth. He lit the cigarette and say back taking a long drag from it.

" i was in the GSG-9 German special forces when they called me in as well. Very fishey eh ?" He straightend out his uniform. " you bored too ?"

"Yeah I'm pretty bored but kinda interested in what might happen though." He looks at the females in the group. "And I see we have some very beautiful women with us." He gets up and walks around the room taking another bit of the cigarette.

He looked at him " haha suck up" He got up and looked at the room and started to figit " well it could be worse..... we could all be in a big pile of mud or in jail cell." He tryed to make the best of the room. He checked around for anything to do " hmmm a screw loose on the chair" He tightend it. " ......5 seconds...."

"Nice gear", Yaacov sarcastically thought to himself, as he stood, adjusting his uniform. It wasn't exactly clothing he was used to, Amir had never been in the United States before, much less a U.S. regulated suit. "Ah, well, at least, American cigarettes aren't bad ", he thought to himself, pulling out one his favorite brand of cigarettes - Lucky Strikes. As unfamiliar as Yaacov was with everything else in the country, he'd still had acquired a taste for Luckies.

He promptly smacked the bottom of his pack on his palm, which caused a cigarette to pop out. Grabbing it, he reached for his lighter, as well. Smoking was always one of his pastimes, as hazardous as it may be. Inhaling the first puff, he pondered to himself what he'd gotten himself into. Blindfolds? Security? Being killed on sight if you leave the building? "Whew, damn.".

He now was scanning the room, looking at people who appeared to be other squad members of the 'Lunar Eclipse'. One man had already spoken up, though as par expected, he wasn't given a direct answer by the superiors. Another man responded, however, who's accent alluded to the fact he was probably German. He also noticed three females, one who was especially small in stature. "How the hell are they going to hang?", he scoffed quietly at the mere thought of it.

For the first time since they'd been there, Amir spoke up: "Yeah, but can those ladies handle themselves?" he questioned to the man who brought up the subject. Although English was Amir's third, and one of his most used languages, he still maintained a heavy Arabic pronunciation in his speech, and even worse, his voice had a slight rugged sound in it due to the constant years of smoking.

He hated the smoke. He took out a pile from his pocket and swallowed it " no alarm its just alergie meds " He said as he tryed not to itch his nose. He never tryed smoking but did enjoy a good drink. He looked at the people from the different places. " Im from Germany how about you guys and ladies ?"

He yawned and pulled out his lighter. He lights the flame and watches it dance. "You know this flame can cause so much destruction.. and it can save all of our lives." He put the flame out and shook the lighter to cool it down. He dropped the light when he put the top down. "Ow.. stupid lighter.. He takes out the pack of cigarettes and throws them on the table. "I'm done smoking.." Joker catches his attention when he gets up to move. He didn't like the feeling he got from watching him. He could tell that he didn't like him from the start. He diverted his attention from him to the door thinking he heard something outside.

((Not to mention he wasn't whining >.&gt)

Three soldiers backed away quickly as they let Hazel Barron free from their grasps. They both took the initiative to attempt an explanation to a weary eyed general staring them down, but failed and walked out brusquely just as the girl's blind fold fell to the floor. She had given them a hell of a hard time on the way up. They needed three to hold her down, and another to help them tie her then. Once in the car she settled a bit, and was able to grab bits of information from the soldiers while she pretended to sleep. She heard something about lunar eclipse, but she came to realize that this was all the soldiers knew about it. They were almost as blind as she herself was.

A voice from across the room dismissed her trance, and she cocked her head. Another person...where they hostages together? he said they were going to die. She smirked. Mayeb he would perish here, but not Hazel. Nu uh. No way. She observed the mans features them He looked strong, built. Deffinatly of the military...his voice was gruff and he seemed a bit older than Hazel. She glanced at him fiercly, and then was taken by another voice. Someone stood at the head of the room, adressing she and the others here it seemed.

The man's voice was formal, corgial. his attitude was that of a snake. Hazel narrowed her eyes and looked on.
This....Leonard Shift... person. Who did he think he was?!
As he left, Hazel turned angrily to a man seemingly associated with him.

" Who are you people?! and why the hell am I here??! I was not assigned to this, or anything of the sorts! What is going on? "

She struggled to keep a somewhat calm composure as she waited for an answer, from anyone, anyone at all. She hated being left in the dark.

(( <.< )) " wow calm down we dont know a thing we are waiting as well" He said not wanting to here anyone cursing or yelling " we just need to be patient and our time will come for us to all get killed in the gas chambers they made for us " He smiled as he said that then realized that Hitler and thegas chambers " sorry bout that "

"Ah, does the smoke bother you, friend?", Amir said while purposely taking another drag of his cigarette, and exhaling in Rand's direction. "Anyways, I'm Major Amir Yaacov, Israel.", he stated proudly.

Just as he had finished talking, a lady with gorgeous eyes - apparently crazy from what Amir could gather - began yelling. "Jesus Christ, calm down", he said distantly. "Guess she didn't get the memo?", he thought to himself.

Royce took a look around, at all the guards in the room, at the room itself and the man in the suit leaving it. He took a look at the group that had been taken there with him, but compared to his body build, these seemed like nothing but the average soldier. He sighed, standing straight in the middle of the room. He listened to the conversation of the two and they seemed rather relaxed, considering that they had been recruited to the most powerful special force unit in the world. Some of the faces were even familiar. From the news, from old missions he had been in with different special forces when at international fields. The most annoying statement of all would probably be the one about the women. How could he think of that right now?

He heard the man asking where everyone came from, and Royce took a deep breath.
"Royce Gannon, Goes by Cannon. Recently turned 27. Sweden is my homeland, I was recruited to France and GIGN 10 years ago and is now ready to serve Lunar Eclipse in the best way possible! I am a Heavy Assault Unit. AT YOUR SERVICE!" He said with a sharp voice, almost like he was talking to a superior. He had his hand over his forehead in a saluting motion.

HE coughed " so all you guys do is make Desert Eagles huh " He said to Amir in a nasty tone of voice. He could tell this guy is ganna be a problem but kept calm and sighed and whispered "why does there always gatta be some prick on a crew" He looked at Royce " lots of people i worked with were GIGN's at one point in France. Ive also worked with SAS and i have to say there masks are quite cool "

He watched the girl come in and knew she had at least put up a fight. He looked over her and the other members trying to guess what they can do. "Hmm.. we are all here for a reason but what? What do we all have in common with each other?" He waited paitnetly for an answer but looked slightly annoyed.

" well ........ were humans , we can use guns and well ...... few special forces are here " He said in a questioning voice. He looked at the time. He thought to himself , what could they have in store for everyone.

((where can i come in))

(( just look what everyone else is doing and how they made therre approach silly girl ))

Originally posted by _Rare_Fox_
((where can i come in))

((Just do like we did and be in the room already))

((well don't have time,on the phone with richie<3))

Alice had a look around. She had an amazed look on her face, smiling greatly. These people did not seem to have budget problems, could be told by far. By observing the soldiers surrounding the group, each soldier had equipment probably as expensive as the entire house with stuff that Alice owned. She shrugged, deciding to leave the thought be for a moment, as she looked at the squad that the man so formaly called Lunar Eclipse Squad One. She decided that an introduction was in order and with a smile on her face she raised her hand.

"My name is Alice Wonderland. It is an honor to meet all of you people. I hope that my abilities will be of great service to the nation."

He walked up to Alice and extended his hand in a friendly gesture yo her. "My name is Deuce Wyatt, it is very nice to meet you miss. Wonderland. If I may say this, anyone messes with you and just call my name and I'll help you out." He waits to see her reply.

Turning instantly , Hazel blushed, her face momentarily took on a bright crimson tone, but she shook it off, regaining her composure. With a quick motion she brushed a bit of stray hair out of her face and behind her ear. Her eyes met that of a foreigner in the room. His accent took her a bit but she quickly ascertained that he was Isreali. She listened , as well, to the young man who made a crude remark in response to him.
Wonderful. Whatever team like function we're suppsoed to be forming is already going down the drain.

She turned then to the sharp voice behind her. the man ushered a crisp salute, and then stood still at attention. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. She dared not respect those whos rank she did not even know. Turning then, she looked back toward the others. She straightened herself up a bit, and held her head up proudly. She turned then as she heard the girl, Alice, speaking. She nodded with a soft affirmitve sigh. So, If this girl was honest, they where here for a specific reason? And serving the country...thank god. Nodding her head politely to the girl,also odler than herself, she extended her hand.

" Names Hazel. Nice to meet you..."

She said in a distant tone.

He looked at her " very intousiastic" He said smiling. HE couldnt imagine how omone could be smile after waiting forever till somthing happens.

Camille stood there for a momment.She was boed for a while,she forgot why she was here.She looked a cross around at the peolpe ,a close eye,wondering who was weak who was strong.She had her wepons at her side her miny red skirt taped agenst her legs for a couple mins.

(( if you read Kaldorie post we dont have guns silly )) He looked at the girl and smiled. Shes cute. He thought to himself " hi there !" he said

Jan had been listening to the ongoing conversations, and decided to introduce himself. He seemed to be speaking more to the air in front of him than any one particular person when he said, "My name is Jan Sobieski III, named after the great king of Poland." He puffed out his chest with pride as he said those last words. His English was good, but spoken with a heavy Polish accent.

" Nice to met you and i am going to check around the lobby i official need to use the restroom." He got up and walked out checking the halls. He past one door saying "Expirimentation Room" He wanted to peek inside but didnt bother. He then found the bathroom, did his buisness and walked around to kill time before going back into the other room.

"It is a pleasure to meet you all" She said while shaking the hand of Hazel. "I am sure we will get along perfectly fine, we all. I have this feeling that we will have pretty much to do with eachother in the future" She said with a smile, letting go of the hand of the girl. She had a look around, smiling at everyone before straightening her uniform out. She had never been comfortable in these standard uniforms. She always preferred tight equipment that would give her one hundred percent movement capability, instead of these clumsy suits that you could barely bend down in.
"Well, does anyone know what we ar......" She said, being interrupted by a sharp whistle. She covered her ears as the tone went straight trough the room almost like a razor.

"SILENCE!" A man roared, with a demanding voice. A voice that would probably be capable of waking up a neighborhood. She looked at the door that lead to the rest of the building, where a well built man stood looking at the group. He walked up to the pack of people in the center of the room and looked at them with a wicked grin across his face.
"I am Field Commander Greg Apple" He said with a rough tone in his voice "I will be leading you trough the training session that will give you a little tast of what you have ahead of you!" He said with a powerful voice. "I know who each and every single one of your people are, and no one will get special treatment" He said, placing the gun that he held in his hand on the table next to him.
"It does not matter if you are among the SEAL, if you are a member of the france GIGN. I do not care of you are a Major or a Private. Not american or israelit! Not male nor Female!" He said, pushing Alice who stood in the front lines back to the rest of the squad.
"Right here.. Right now.. You are under MY command" He said.
"AM I CLEAR ENOUGH FOR YOU?!" He said, crossing his arms and looking at the pack of elite soldiers. He frowned, waiting for acknowledging.

" SIR YES SIR !!!!" HE said in a loud enough voice for all to hear.

He stood at attention and shouted. "Sir, yes sir!" He stood perfectly at attention obviously doing this many times in his carrer. He brings his right hand up into a salute. "Sargeant First Class Deuce Wyatt, reporting for active duty and prepared to follow all of your orders, Sir!"

He kept his eyes straight ahead afriad to turn out of way. He could tell this man had no time for BS.

Amir had already put out his cigarette, when he pulled out another one. A non-filtered cigarette was always his preference of death, as opposed to being shot, tortured, or an equally horrible fate. Despite this, he'd seen his fair share of battles, and served in his country's military since he was eighteen. He wondered how old everyone else had been, how much experience they have. Yaacov himself was seemingly the eldest of the crew from what he could see, standing at age 34. Even for all his years in service, the military hadn't changed much. Secrecy was always something Amir expected, as he speculated what exactly was to come - currently not paying much attention to the others.

Slowing inhaling, and then exhaling was a common, almost involuntary action it seemed. Just as he was about to take another puff, he was almost startled by a strong presence in the room. The man sounded like he was deaf in one ear given the volume in his voice. Amir didn't jump, even though his body felt he should have. He'd been around far worse conditions. The man reminded him of his first training sergeant, although this field commander didn't seem to take any shit. And Amir, as much as he likes to test limits, seemed like he didn't plan on going to give him any for the time being.

He abruptly altered his posture in a more formal position, back straight, arms at the side. "Yes, sir!" Amir somewhat shouted in an unenergetic tone in conjunction with another member. "Time to get down to business.", he thought.

Royce shrugged a little, but stood attention and saluted the man who just entered the room. In Royce's opinion, the man could have had a more gentle tone in the voice. They were after all not children. However, it was probably for the best to speak very little about all this, and instead he made the man sure that he was ready for whatever task that would be made for him and the rest of the group. He smiled a little bit, thinking of the sur-name of the man. Apple did not suit him. Should have been Nuke or maybe something similar.
"Royce Gannon, at your command, sir!" He said and saluted once more.

Hazel offered a kind smile to Alice, the first in the last few days, and shook her hand firmly before letting it fall. the girl was very kind, and calm. Something that Hazel greatly credited her for. this was not an easy place to keep ones bearings. She turned, then startled as the whistle sounded. She instinctivly snapped to attention as the shrill oice hit her ears.
Finally, some damn authority.

Her opinion changed throughout his little speech. It seemed he knew all about every one of them. And that aside, he seemed to be pure...evil. She cursed under her breath at this misfortune.

Wonderful.

Taken captive to an agency where she was under the command of a lunatic. ah well. only time would tell what heald out from here. Though she may have been very mindful, she still regarded authority and answered with a fairly loud ' Aye sir.' the navy had really taken it's toll on her, she thought as she tried in mid sentence to convert the Aye to a yes.
way to go, haze.

He continues to stand at attention waiting for his orders. He stares directly ahead not making eyecontact with their commander

Greg gave out a frown, watching them salute him. He made a careful salute before walking back and forth in the room, looking at the currently frozen group. He took a final look at them before grabbing his gun and walking up to the door that lead to the rest of the building. "Our next stop is the briefing room. I will give you direction, and as your name is called, YOU GO!" He said, opening the door. "Follow the hallway to the end. Take a left and follow that hallway too. You will then reach the briefing room where we will talk" He took a deep breath, picking up a piece of paper. He started calling up names, of those that would be allowed to walk trough the door and towards the briefing room.

"Deuce Wyatt, 26, American. MOVE!"
"Alice Wonderland, 27, Canadian. MOVE!"
"Hazel Barron, 22, American. MOVE!"

He paused for a moment, looking into the group with a wicked grin.

"Amir Yaacov, Old, Israelit. MOVE!"
"Jan Sobieski, 28, Polish. MOVE!"
"Camille L, 23, American. MOVE!"
"Royce Gannon, 27, Swedish. MOVE!"
"Rand S, 26, German. MOVE!"
"James Joker Davis, 26, American. MOVE!"

He then pointed in the direction of the hallway. "Get moving there. I expect everyone there within five minutes, sitting in a chair around the conference table. DO NOT GO INTO OTHER ROOMS!" He ordered, picking up his wistle and giving out another sharp whistle.

(( Rand Schillinger thats me )) He got to the room in 3 minutes and stood there not saying a word just nervos he didnt do anything wrong. HE didnt want to second guess so he felt it was a good move. Since everyone will show up.

Duece started to run down the hallway following the direction he told them saying a short. "Sir yes, sir!" He arrived at the conference room and waited for the next people to arrive. He was eager to go into a training program. He stood at attention once more.

Royce was a little bit uncofmortable that they knew his name, age and nationality like that. But on the other hand, he was not very discreete giving it out earlier. However, the others were, unlike Royce a little more discreete. He started thinking what more they knew about him as he jogged trough the door and hallway, heading in the direction of the briefing room. He shook his head and stopped half-way. Why did he run, anyway? it was not exactly a hurry. Five minutes was a long amount of time and far more than enough to get to a simple room not far from here. He decided to walk instead and headed in a slow rate towards the briefing room and the ones who had ran there.

Amir awaited orders, he had been seemingly unconcerned with the situation as it was. Soon enough, the commander spoke up yet again. Yaacov looked through the door of which Greg Apple had just opened, a hallway was behind it.

Now, the commander had been calling out names. He paused after three persons had been called. Amir's was the fourth to be called out. "Old?!", he thought as he heard his age mentioned. "Damn Americans. I look better than the half of them", he thought. Although he was willing to be completely, and unquestionably loyal to the Lunar Eclipse squad, it would still take some time getting used to. He was partial to the respect he received in the Sayeret Matkal for his years of service.

Almost a split second later, Yaacov ran through the door at a steady pace, he wasn't trying to impress anyone, and down the hallway, and swung a left. He continually followed that hallway until the end. He'd found the briefing room, after passing several other doors. He caught his breath, as it had still been fairly short from smoking, but compared to the miles of running in the desert, it wasn't anything to be concerned about.

As he walked in, there was already three individuals in the room. He took a seat around what appeared to be the conference table. He sat next to the middle, and didn't speak for he had nothing to say to anyone for the moment. Since he had some time remaining, he pulled out a cigarette. But decided not to smoke it, just prepare it. So, he stuck it behind his ear, moving his lengthy brown hair out of the way, as he was waiting for the rest to arrive.

HE started to laugh when he heard Amir complain. Its true . He tought to himself ^_^

Hazel was shaken as she heard her name being calle,d and upon instruction saluted gingerly, and obliged, briskly walking out. She followed straight behind Alice, her face a bit flushed. She laughed inwardly as she heard the name of the Isreali, Amir, followed by a sharp " old! " and she kept walking. As soon as she passed the door she picked up a quick run, untill she reached the appointed door.

Stepping in with only a split second of hesitation, hazel paraded in and moved toward the table. She quickly found herself taking a spot next to Amir, and sat at attention, Back stright mouth shut. Her eyes moved around a bit as she scanned the other faces.

Rand made eye contact with her and smiled , then looked straight ahead.

Greg walked impressed after the squad who ran towards the briefing room. He was rather pleased with their obeyance and haste in following orders. Maybe this would not be as tough as he had expected. Instead of taking a left at the end of the hallway, he entered the coffe break room. With a smile across his face he sat down, grabbing something to drink and a donut. He said there for a while, keeping a constant eye on the clock. He watched it pass five minutes from when he gave order and slowly got up. He calmly walked to the bathroom, doing his needs. After compleeting his bathroom duty, he walked out to the hallway again.

The squad was supposed to be located at the briefing-room ten sharp, while he himself entered the room five minutes past ten. With a grin across his face he walked past Amir, who sat close to the middle. Amir was the highest ranked of the members, and Greg had been expecting more from this man than what he recieved. He frowned, slapping Amir gently in the back of his head. he walked back to the door, closing it when he was sure everyone was at place. He locked it and picked his handgun up from the waist. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, causing a loud cracking noise and launching a round of sharp ammunition right trough the room and penetrating an empty chair. "THIS!" He said, throwing the loaded gun onto the table which everyone sat around. "Is live ammunition" He stated and walked up to the edge of the table, placing both hands on the table. "Thick kevlar piercing rounds, capable of killing an elephant in one single round" He looked at the gun on the middle of the table. "Now that I have your attention, I will go outside for a moment. Feel free to talk out, because in a little while, a briefing of your training session will be held" He said, walking trough another door in the room. Next to the door was a large mirror, covering the entire wall and reflecting the entire room. The sound of the door locking was heard. The only thing in the room was one big table, a bunch of chairs, a TV and the gun in the middle of the room.

He looked at the gun ".....well....." He dared not to touch it.

He looked over the room and then at the mirror. He leaned in cloase and pointed at the mirror. "I believe they are monitering us through that mirror. Everyone talk very quietly." He looked over at the gun and than at the rest of the group. He took his seat and turned his attention to the mirror on the wall. He kept ready to grab that gun if need be any second.

Jan spoke up, "Well, there's a TV in here, why don't we watch it," he said, walking toward it. On his way there, he picked up the gun and twirled it around in his fingers. Keeping the gun in his hand, he sat down in the chair in front of the TV and turned it on.

" hm yes he left a loaded gun in here right ?" He reached under the seat " so why is there clip here for the gun when there is currently one in the gun ?" He smiled " i dont know whats going on but i sure am glad to be here"

He looked annoyed for a seocnd because of the fact that they did not trust them and monitered them. He then picked up his chair and huirled it at the mirror as hard as he could. He stood staring waiting to see what happened.

" are you crazy !!!" He said started to bite his nails " hes ganna fuc/<ing kill us now rigth after he was pleased with us !" he looked around. He put the freh new clip in his pocket.

Seeing that the chair had done absolutely nothing he picked the chair back up set it upright and took a seat. "So anybody feel like talking?"

Alice had a look around in the room. She was a bit startled when he threw the chair trough the room and against the mirror, which luckily held the attack. "Phew" She sighed, being worried what the response of the commander would be to that action. She decided not to worry much about that part anymore, as the thing worrying her was that there was only one gun, which was already taken by one of the members of the squad. Hopefully he was not a labile person. The second thing that worried her, was that they were locked into the room. The little room did not bother her, but what could happen to them while in it, did worry her. She did not have any weapon and felt almost completely defenseless.

He looked at Alice and decided to talk to her. "We may be stuck in here for a while so lets get to know eachother at least." He looked at her waiting to see her reply.

Originally posted by Kaldorei
"THIS!" He said, throwing the loaded gun onto the table which everyone sat around. "Is live ammunition"

(Lmao!)

Amir sat quietly, still awaiting the commander. The woman, Hazel, had found a seat next to his own. He noticed that she was looking around at the others, the German seemed to smile at her. Yaacov had still been staring into space when Greg Apple waltzed into the room. He gave Amir a light tap. Unlike his current actions up to that point, Amir nodded even though no words were spoken, as he realized - being the senior in the group - that he should have displayed more attentiveness in this situation. I suppose there are no fun and games here.

Just as Amir had began deeply thinking, it seemed he was correct. No games. Apple fired a round into an empty chair. *BAM*. Amir looked over, with his head slightly angled. He slowly focused his eyes on the field commander, who finished talking, and moved to a separate room.

Yaacov glimpsed at the gun, it seemed decent; though, he couldn't identify its type off the top of his head. "I wonder...", he said, but quickly changing his sentence, "Indeed, Jan", he commented. Amir never got to watch much television, but he wasn't really paying attention to that much. "Anyone would want a cigarette?", he inquired. It was clear he didn't have completely proper grammar. He pulled the cigarette out from behind his ear, and waved his hand in a slight twisting manner.

"HAHA" Rand laughing at him becuase he hits on everyone. He looked around " soo.......dare touch the gun ?"

Looking at the Israeli, Jan replied, "Certainly errr... Amir." Smoking is what Sobieski did when he wasn't drinking, and he couldn't pass up the chance, as he had no clue when he would be able to binge or even smoke again. "Yes, Rand, I dared to touch the gun, that American isn't going to do anything to me," the Pole replied, again doing a few tricks with it, visible for everyone to see.

"Amir, yes. That would be my name, King of Poland", he stated with a hint of sarcasm, while tossing the cigarette in Jan's direction. "Need a light?", he asked, pulling out his zippo lighter, which has an engraved picture of a fox on it.

Edit (Sorry double posted).

Ignoring the "King of Poland" comment, Jan responded, "I would suppose so," with an equivalent level of sarcasm in his voice.

He rollded his eyes and looked at the halls "......anyone wanna get out of here for a little while ? tired of waiting fo nothing "

"The doors are locked, friend" Alice said to Rand as she got up from her chair. She listened to that Jan talking and his talk would hopefully not piss the commander of. She placed a hand over Rand's shoulder and patted it gently. "Now when things have cooled down a little bit, my name again, is Alice Wonderland. I am afraid I did not catch your full name, mister" She said kindly, trying to calm him down. He seemed rather upstressed.

He gets up and walks to the door and tries to open the door. The door was locked and he couldn't make it budge. "We are stuck in here..." He sighed and went back to his seat.

"My name is Rand , Rand Schlillinger was with the GSG-9 , nice to met you " He smiled.

Amir laughed lightly at the slight sarcasm. Jan was the second oldest here, yet still many years behind Amir himself. He supposed that he'd probably have the second most experience then, as he pulled his finger in a downward manner on the lighter to ignite the flame for the cigarette, he inquired about Jan's face, "So, how did you get that scar?". While waiting for an answer, he looked at the others around, one man tried - but failed - to open the door. He didn't pay much attention to it, it was the procedure he'd imagined.

He sighs and pulls his chair to the far corner being ignored by everyone else he starts to mess with his lighter.

" whats with everyone and fire ? " He walked over to Joker. " this sucks huh ?"

He drops the lighter on the floor and looks up at the ceiling. He sighs as he watches the other and he decided to concentrate on what is important.

Royce sighed, sitting down relaxed in his chair. He placed the feet on the table, leaning backwards on the chair of his. He observed how the members of the squad started adapt to the situation, talk with eachother, introducing eachother. He himself had already made enough of an introduction, as he turned his head to the side. He watched Deuce playing with his lighter, and with a smile on his face he turned the chair a little in his direction, still having the feet on the table. "You seem rather well-built. What do you do?"

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Amir laughed lightly at the slight sarcasm. Jan was the second oldest here, yet still many years behind Amir himself. He supposed that he'd probably have the second most experience then, as he pulled his finger in a downward manner on the lighter to ignite the flame for the cigarette, he inquired about Jan's face, "So, how did you get that scar?". While waiting for an answer, he looked at the others around, one man tried - but failed - to open the door. He didn't pay much attention to it, it was the procedure he'd imagined.

Inserting the now lighted cigarette into his mouth, Jan spoke with a stern voice between puffs. "Damn Russian piece of shrapnel." He glanced at the one who had tried to open the door with disgust before returning his gaze to Amir and his response.

Rand had just about fell asleep in the chair and then he nodded himself awake " dam" then he looked at the guy making the nasty Russian comment " dont make fun of Russians." But then he looked at the scar and figured he had a good reason too.

Startled out of his thought he looks at Royce. "Me? I'm a special operative for the Delta Rangers." He sighed. "Look like most people aren't to social towards Snipers like me. Fine by me though I'll most likely never be on missions with you guys.."

Ignoring Royce, Jan stated to Rand, "If they had murdered your parents, you'd hate them, too."

" im happy to work with people that are whilling to work with meh, murdered your parents? what an assasin ?" He thought how Russians are goo assainators "sorry about that "

A loud noise was heard as the door that the commander walked out trough crashed open with a powerful kick. Within the second, a man with a gas mask charged into the room with a semi shotgun in his hands. He was fully dressed in military equipment and his face was incapable of being seen behind the mask. He quickly launched a round trough the room, breaking the very chair that Jan sat on and making him fall to the ground "EVERYBODY ON THE GROUND! ON BACK! HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD! FACE UP!" He shouted and targeted the shotgun at everyone in the room quickly. Alice leapt at him in order to make resistance but was met by a powerful smash in her chest by the shaft of the shotgun. She fell coughing to the ground, holding over her chest, coughing out a minor amount of blood. The voice that spoke was none the less than Field Commander Greg Apple. He opened fire again, this time on the TV just on top of Jan, making it shatter. All this happened in a matter of a few seconds. He turned his head to Jan, who carried the gun "DROP THE GUN!" He roared at Jan, loading the shotgun once more, preparing to launch another round.

He did so " what the hell !!!" He was pissred thinking it was a test. He was very scared being unarmed. He remember the clip. He picked it up and threw it " Joker !" He passed it to him. He wish he had a gun to kill him. He was sitting there getting fuked around with.

After seeing what the man had done to Alice he picked up his chair but instead of throwing it he charged the man and swung it directly at his face. "Leave her alone!"

Jan, who had managed to keep cigarette in mouth through all this, rolled around behind the pile of rubble that was once the chair. He yelled, "Why don't you come over here and make me!" before releasing a clip from his gun, aiming for nonvital parts of Apple's body.

" YEA ***** !!!!" He ran for the ma " IM GANNA BEAT YOU SENSLESS !!!!" HE said ready to try and kill the masked man !

Greg met the man with the chair half-way, blasting the chair into pieces with the shotgun, throwing a punch with the shaft of the gun against the chest of him. A powerful punch that went straight into the chest. The pieces of the shattered chair fell over Greg who seemed to not care less. The powerful hit forced the man to the ground who met Greg's foot half-way and was launched trough the room. He prepared another round, targeting Jan. "SHOOT ME, COMMUNIST SCUM! IF YOU DARE!" He roared, leaping up on the table, standing on top of Jan. He saw Rand coming and turned around to meet him, acting in a way that seemed Jan was no threat.

He clid like a basball player and slammed him in the gut and grabed the shotgun barrel. " you will not win !!!" with his left hand he reached for the mans handgun.

"Harah!", Amir said in his native tongue. He quickly dropped into a prone position, almost instinctual in action. He wondered what the hell was going, but he realized he had no weapons to defend himself with. Even hand to hand combat would be futile given the distance, and weapon. As taught by his IDF teachers, and squad - he complied with the man's request as an initial reaction.

Then, he noticed Alice Wonderland trying to fend off the apparent madman, but her effort was futile. He tried to get up to tend to Alice, but the man now revealed to be the field commander aimed his gun at him. Amir stopped in his tracks, as Apple fixated his aim on the television set, and open fired.

Jan seemed as if he was going to fight back, as did the others. Amir, however, didn't rush in headstrong, or throw objects. His field required him to think smart, seeing the others charging as a distraction, he attempted to move behind the commander to get ready to subdue him. He wasn't sure whether or not this was a test, but he assumed so, so he planned on taking him out non-lethally from behind.

"Don't EVER call me a communist, you ignorant bastard!" The insult of Apple's statement gave Jan additional strength. He slammed his gun into his opponent's leg, hoping to knock him over.

While on the ground he kicked the leg of the table out and watched to see what happened next trying to gain his breath back.

Greg fell to knees, but did not stop fighting as he smashed the shotgun up right between the legs of Rand. The kick against the table caused it to quiver and Greg quickly moved backwards after making impact at Rand with the shaft of the shotgun. "YOU CALL THAT A PUNCH?! MARRY A RUSSIAN, SISSY!" He said, falling over Jan on purpose and forcing both of them to the ground with Greg on top. He pushed the shotgun against the side of Jan and stared him into the eyes. Greg's eyes was visible trough the mask and by the look of it, he seemed rather pissed.

He got to his feet and ran and tried to tackle greg as hard as he possibly could.

HE held is crouch almsot crying then he moved up and grabed his pistol and shoot him in the back 3 times. Then he held his crouch and started to weep. He cryed and raised the pistol and shot the guys croach then he crawled away.

((Recap,sorry i was busy early and had went bowling with friends...but im free now,so what i miss??))

Jan thought this was a test, but it didn't matter anymore, his anger was beyond words. Glaring back at Greg, Sobieski tried to wrench the shotgun from his grasp, now intent on killing the other man.

He started cursing at the man in German saying " if i find out who you are im ganna shoot your legs and arms then im ganna cut off your testicals and send them to your FAMILY !!!" He then said " ........Arschficker el Geh fick deinen Vater !!!"

He moved along th eground to see if Alice was okay. He got to her and started to shake her. "Are you okay Miss. Alice?"

He stared Jan deep into the eyes, obviously superior in strength he smashed his head into Jan's, causing disorientation. The shots that Rand had made in the back of Greg had zero effect, as he placed both hands on the ground and stood up, on top of Jan. He turned around to the rest of the group, removing the mask from his head. The attacker was indeed Field Commander Greg Apple, and with a smile, he removed the remaining ammunition from the shotgun. "Was werden Sie tun? Lassen Sie Haus laufen und erhalten Sie Mutter?" He said, grinning. He then took a look around, pausing for a second "I told you that I would treat all equal, no matter what. Why do you not treat me like an enemy?" Pausing once more "If I were, you would be dead now, the way you sissies fight!" He threw the empty shotgun next to Jan who laid under him on the ground.

Alice coughed some, meeting Deuces eyes with hers. She coughed up some blood, but nodded to him.

"Mach es dir selber !!!" He said and then he slammed Greg in the nuts. As hard as he could

Seeing the condition that Alice was in he got up and leaped onto Greg's back and started to Hit him continuously. He started to hit as hard as he possilby could. "You didn't have to hit her that hard!"

{ Your German is terrible }

Standing and taking immediate action , Hazel bolted toward Alice and Greg and grabbed the mans head. She lifted her leg, ready to knee him in the face, but first got between he and Alice. her eyes narrowed and she glanced around for a moment before letting the man go, still standing between he and Alice.

She knew she could have done damage, but she did not wish to escalate the situation any more. She had been trained and had earned the highest degree in American kempo, Tea kwan do, and the legendary Tea Jutsu. She was not unprepared.

sh ekneeled toward Alice then, pulling her away and wiping some blood off her lip with her shirt.

" you feel ok? "

Jan tried to force his way out from under Greg's foot. A little of his anger had left him, but he would retain a grudge against this man for as long as he lived for the comments he made.

Rand grabed 2 shotgun shells. He hid them, now to grab the shotgun he thought.

Greg was a little pummeld by all the sudden attacks, but he seemed to laugh instead of take cover from the incoming punches. "Why did you never pull the trigger, Jan?" He asked, grabbing Rand by the neck as he made an attempt to go after the shotgun. "Dont do anything stupid" He said, pushing the man back over the table. Greg then turned to Deuces. "Trust me, I did.." He said, grinning and watching the girl on the ground. It was almost as he felt pitty for her, because after all, she tried to protect the squad.

He looked extremely angry and threw a punch as hard as he possibly could muster and made contact with his helmet. Threw all the attacks he hoped it was enough to hurt him. He was running out of energy quickly.

"Rand was choking and then stoped " l...et.... me.....goo !!!!" He said

Greg let go of Rand as he recieved a powerful punch in his back and coughed. "Alright, first session is over now. Calm down and we will behave like grown men and talk" He said, rather annoyed by the repeating swings he recieved from the attacking man. He was forced down to the ground and rolled around, trying to dodge the swings. "Calm down! It was just a training session!" He said with a sharp tone.

He stopped abruptly and went over to where Alice was laying. "Are you okay? Do yo uneed any help?" He leaned down to see if he can hear if she says anything.

" YOU BASTARD I MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO HAVE ANYMORE KIDS !" His wife back at home expecting. He looked at everyone " thanks for helping up you pussys !" He got and limped out of there.

Amir felt somewhat disappointed in himself, though there's nothing that could change that now. He stood upright, lifting from his crouching position. He returned to his former spot, and stood, watching as the majority would tend to Alice. She seemed fine, as it were. Amir suspected she'd been in far more injurious situations, or at least, he had hoped she was for the sake of the squad.

He didn't understand a word of German that was being flinging around, but he could only guess that it wasn't anything pleasant. As he looked at the other, he noticed a fiery glare from Jan. He seemed most displeased. As for the other, Rand, he appeared to be trying to launch another assault for whatever reason. "He'll probably get himself killed", he thought. He would've spoken up, and although his job was focused on figure out intentions, and the like -- he still couldn't read this man, as he'd barely met him. So, he decided to not say anything, merely watch.

FC Apple continued to fight back from the ongoing attackers. And then came to a stop (dunno', don't feel like writing). Amir continued to look forward, waiting for the commander to speak. Rand began sprouting off some inane babble, "At ease, soldier. No need to get so worked up", he said calmly looking the opposite way.

Alice took a deep breath, regaining her steady breathing motions. She smiled at Hazel who was next to her and she nodded. "I will be fine. I have myself to blame for attacking him" She said, smiling and wiping the final amount of blood out of her mouth. She then placed both hands on the floor, giving a try to get up.

Greg laughed as Rand was heading out of the room. "Do not worry. You will have kids, if a girl is willing to have you" He said "I am a professional. I am also a man, and fully understanding about the downer regions safety" He grinned, getting up from the floor. "Now, SIT!" He ordered Rand, pointing at a chair by the table.

"The rest of you, too! SIT!" He said, turning his head to Amir with a smile across his face.

He smiled " ok 3 incher. I got a beuatiful wife and she is expecting a kid so you shut up " He smiled and sat down. He lost all respect for this guy and was not intending on changeing his mind until he is dead or until he did somthing to help Rand. He looked at the shell and he threw them past Greg

"I certainly wanted to, Apple," Jan replied, emphasizing the man's name in mockery. He let out a grin, but, inside, he still wished he had.

He uprights a seat and sits in it trying to regain his balance and breathing rate. He looks at the Leader with new found respect and waited for what he would say. He leans his head down for a second trying to breath for a second. He regains his breath and then looks at the commander.

Rand cooled down and realized the pain had stopped. He still wanted revenge. He just stayed were he was , he was afraid to look at anyone.

"Get up, and get a seat" He said, lifting Jan by the sleeve and pushing him in the direction of a chair. He smashed both hands into the table, ignoring the fact that some had not yet taken a seat. He did not mind them taking care of poor Alice at this point, but he did expect silence. "That gun of yours contained one live bullet. That one bullet was used on that chair over there, when we met in this room. The rest were only fake ammunition." He stated, serious and rough at voice. "I believe we have made one thing clear. That is, that I am not too fond in you all, with a few exceptions, and you are MOST DEFINATLY not very fond in me. However, you SHALL follow my orders for as long as we are here.. Which we will be, for some time" He then turned his gaze to Rand. "When this get-together is over, call your wife. You will be away for quite some time" He said with a grin.

He turned his head to Jan. "I honestly hope you do not hesitate like that on the field. No, I pray to God almighty that you do not." He sighed, lookin Jan into the eyes. "You will get your chance to kill me. All of you will, and when the day comes, I am sure you will enjoy every drop of blood." He picked up a few pictures from his pocket and threw them across the table. There was one picture out of every one of the members in the squad, when they were living daily life, before this day. "We know who each and every one of you are. It is time that I return the favor and tell you all about us."

"This little session was the first out of five sessions. Ladies and gentlemen" He said, pausing for a moment. He threw the last picture of a squad member onto the table, showing Alice being in a supermarket and shopping clothes. The other pictures contained the daily life of the rest of the squada members.

"Welcome to Lunar Eclipse" He said with a grin across his face.

"If you knew a f*cking thing about me, you'd know I would never pass up the chance to kill an enemy. I simply didn't see you as significant enough of a threat to waste ammunition on. Oh, and don't worry, I look forward to the day I kill you," Jan's grin had been reduced to a smirk. He would never admit it, but a little respect for the man had brewed in Jan. He certainly knew how to fight, and seemed to be a good enforcer and therefore, commander.

Amir, in following the norm, sat down in his seat at the command given by Apple. The exercise seemed to be a bit extreme for an opening act, but this unit was designed for the best of the best, so it was expected to be extreme.

Due to the current, stressful energy in the room, Amir dug into his cigarette pack. "One, two, three, four..., he counted to himself the number of cigarettes he had. "...Three", he noted, before almost sparking up another cigarette. Before reaching for his lighter, he realized it probably wasn't standard protocol to be smoking in front of a superior officer, at least, in his country it wasn't. Therefore, he put them away, while tapping his foot in place of using nicotine. Although, that doesn't help much, if at all, it's more of a mental thing in Amir's situation. He watched the other return to their seats as well, while staring past the right side of Greg's head.

Finally, he slammed his hands on the conference table. He didn't seem to be particularly satisfied with the current actions. He noticed possibly the first comment made by Apple that wasn't directly rude, but perhaps it was a mere joke at Rand's expense. Whatever the case was, it did seem that he was truthful in noting that they'd be away from those who they are familiar with, especially those from a different country.

He wondered what Apple meant when he said 'they'd get their chance to kill him', but for the time being, saved that thought at the back of his mind. Apple threw various photographs on the table, and explained what they were. Amir looked at his, "I..." he thought to himself, "How did they get these?". Yaacov had been an intelligence gathering expert, and wondered just how connected this 'Lunar Eclipse' was. Having intel in a different country is one thing, but on specific people like those who serve in secret organizations, and units themselves? It was rather suspicious, yet at the same time, enjoyable that he might be able to use their resources for his field of expertise.

Rand started to clap " yay"

"SAS! SEAL! GIGN! GSG-9! You have seen the bright sides of modern warfare. Ladies!" He said, looking over the table which only had males sitting by it currently "Lunar Eclipse is not daycare, like those military schools you have visited. When the fifth and final training session is over, you will all either be crying in your mother's lap, being thrown six feet under OR fighting among the best of the best in the front lines of wars you did not even knew existed" He said, giving a cold glare across the room, not looking at anyone in particular.

He turned to Jan for a moment, grinning. "I am sure, if I had not said anything, you would have pulled the trigger. Either did my voice startle you, or calm you down. Either way" He paused for a moment, nodding as Alice got up from the ground, giving out another cough. "DONT HESITATE EVER AGAIN!" He roared, slamming his fist into the table. "If you get killed during these four upcoming sessions, it means you are not as good as we believed you are. If you are not as good as we believed you were, then Lunar Eclipse has no need for you. If they have no need for you, you are worth as little alive, as dead" He grunted.

He turned his head to Amir with a grin across his face. "Smoking kills, Major" He said, whirling his hand in a motion that showed Amir it would be alright to smoke. He then opened another pocket and picked up thirteen keys. He threw them along the table and they were numbered 1- 13. "These are your rooms. Pick the number that suits you best. They are located along the hallways where you came from. I will be sleeping in room 14 if you want me anything" He said, walking up to the locked door, unlocking it with a card. He opened it and before he walked outside, he looked into the room "Oh, major. I expect more of you, next training session. Get some sleep. Tomorrow, I will tell you everything about Lunar Eclipse" He said, laughing and closing the door as he left.

Alice held herself over the chest, coughing. She walked up to the table and grabbed key number 7. She was sweating from the pain he had caused her, but knew it would disappear after a night sleep.

" o yea ill sleep" He grabed a key " later " He walked in the room and checked the place. " i dont trust it !" He made sure there was nothing majpr there. He found in the room a butter knife " the hell ?" He took it and washed it off. once it was dry he slipped it under his pillow and locked the door. " tommorow....."

"And you'll get it, Commander", Amir stated roughly, and tilted his head in a nodding motion. His first day didn't seem to go as planned, but he thought back to earlier, it would take some getting used to -- he hadn't been in training for years. Perhaps, a little rusty ? "No", he said quietly. The IDF had been intense, from six-day trials to years of standard service to even join the elite units. He sighed, and pulled a hair band out. He smoothly tied the back of his long hair into a ponytail, leaving the sides untouched.

He stood up from his seat, and picked up the one of the thirteen keys. Being one of the first to grab the room keys, he decided on the one labeled #11. A reminder of the eleven years it took him to advance to the rank of major, perhaps this would serve as a cue that he needs to put his best effort forward if he expects to adhere to the Lunar Eclipse's standards.

He went towards the exit, but stopped before fully walking out the door. "Good night, cowboys", he said without turning around, with a blank expression on his face. He wondered what room the rest of the girls would pick, as Alice already secured room 7. He only thought about it, because he supposed that Deuce might try and slip in one of them. Amir laughed while thinking about that, and walking towards his room.

A single bed lay there, some various other furniture, and objects. He removed the regulated suit he was given. "Finally out of this American crap", he said with a seemingly expression of relief. He felt his face, five o'clock shadow had already set in. He'd leave that for now, perhaps grow a traditional Arabic beard. Amir's face didn't have much age to it, he was still considered a beauty among people who knew him; despite the fact he was 34. "Things just get better with age, isn't that what they say?", he said aloud, though no one was around. "Yeah, we'll see about that", he thought.

Before finally resting, he recited lines from the Tanakh, the Hebrew Bible, as he had done on most nights when sleep was available. Just as he finished, he layed down on the bed -- it was kind of hard, but compared to sleeping in sand, it was more than a luxury. He lit up a cigarette, and fell asleep before fully finishing, cigarette still in his mouth (don't worry, it won't set fire or burn Amir, heh).

Royce mumbled after that not very sane training session was over. Either these people were the best, or they were amazingly crazy. Either way, the upcoming training sessions would not be what he was used to. He could tell that right away, and as Apple left, Royce bended over the table and grabbed a key. He looked at it and shrugged "Nine" He said, getting up from his chair which he had fallen down from repeatingly after the sudden attack of the commander.

He crossed the hallway and reached the door, which he opened and entered. It was a simple room, clearly not built in a way that someone could live a longer time. A bed, a table, a shelf and a few other objects. He did not think much about it, as he walked up to the bed and straightened the sheet. He did not bother undressing or even make himself at home, as he laid down on his back on the bed and fell asleep.

Alice had a look at her key. It had number 7 and with careful steps she walked trough the hallway and smiled at each squad member that she passed, to show them she was alright. The only thing that was hurt fataly, was her pride. She really thought that she would be capable of bringing such a move down, but look at her. She did not even get to throw a punch at the man. She sighed as she tried fitting the key into room 7. After several failed attempts, she successfully ran the key into the opening and unlocked the door. She had a hard time focusing her vision, but she knew that a night of proper rest would make her recover. She was simply a bit disoriented.

She closed the door behind her carefully, but did not bother to lock. It should not be nessecary when living among a pack of elite soldiers. She started to hum a song as she removed the heavy military outfit and crawled into the bed. With a smile on her face, she thought about those in the squad that did their very best to defend her in that situation, as she fell asleep, hugging the pillow. She disliked this Greg guy, but who would not if they recieved a punch like she did. As she fell asleep, the only dream that reapeared in her mind was the very moment when she attacked Greg but was smashed to the ground. All night, that was the only thing that visited her mind. Like a replay on television.

Deuce walked up and randomly grabbed a key. He walked out into the hallway and came looked at the key. I had a big six printed on it and he sighed. "Not exactly my idea of the end of the hall.." he put the key into the lock and did not shut the door all the way. He flopped down on the bed but could not sleep. He waited either for someone to come in or for something to acctually happen to him. He started to speak to himself. Thoughs of his old team raced through his head. "How could they let me be captured? Were they payed off?" He closed his eyes and tryed to fall alseep but failed and he rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. A deep yawn emerged from him and it was obvios to see that he was tired but couldn't sleep.

When morning came he grabed the knife and got up " this could be a test" he said to himself. Not trusting a dam thing thats going on. He put it in his pocket and thought to himself " first the clip and now a butter knife O_o " He took a shower. After getting dressed he walked around , looking for a place to eat.

One hell of a waking call

Alice slept comfortable in her bed, but six hours after she fell asleep, a loud horn was heard trough the entire building. A loud noise, that got her spry in a second. She raised from the bed quickly, signifying that she had recovered from the blow yesterday. She took a look around as a hidden speaker sounded. It was hidden in each numbered room, and the voice of Greg was heard.

"ATTENTION, MAGGOTS! DINNER IS SERVED! WALK TROUGH THE DOOR BETWEEN ROOM 5 AND 7 NAMED DINING! IT WILL LEAD YOU ALL TO THE DINING ROOM! TODAYS MEAL IS TOMATO SOUP!"

The voice turned silent and the speaker was turned of. Alice yawned, stretching her arms and legs from the short but well-earned night of sleep. She took a look at the time and sighed "0500" She yawned once more, before slowly limping to the door. On the way, she grabbed the military suit and before reaching the door it was properly dressed on her. Her limping was not a limp of injury, just simple lack of sleep. She pushed the door open and walked out in the hallway. She took a look around, to check if anyone else heard the message. Most likely they did, because that message was loud.



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HE arrived there grabed a bowl of soup and sat at a table and started to eat " mm this is quite good " He thought to himself. He noticed more people coming in "morning guys" He said cheerfully after a good nights rest. He notied not everyone was in a good mood so he kept quite.

Alice smiled as people started walking to the dining room, as she decided to do the same. Quietly, she walked up to the counter and grabbed a bowl of soup, thanking the man serving her gently before walking towards the center. She took a look around, seeing where Rand sat and decided to make company. She sat down next to him and waved at Joker with a friendly gesture, motioning him to come over to the two of them and join them for breakfast.

" Hey , how ya feeling ?" HE said is a sad tone " i cant belie yesterday , he would have killed us all if we gave him he chance ...." He finished soup but he stayed att he table. He felt kinda sad of what happend. He wished he could have helped mroe but. He looked at the clock. Rand didnt feel tired but more axous to get to the guns. He couldnt wait to see what they have.

The Major had been in the middle of what seemed like an intense dream. He was back in the Middle East, on route to a mission in Lebanon. Hezbollah fighters all around, and he had only a a few more hundred yards before reaching the destination point. His squad was under heavy fire, "Tamoot ya zevel" he screamed while firing rounds into the opposition. Right before reaching the spot, he felt a slight metal under his foot. A mine. Just as he heard the ringing of the explosion, Amir gained consciousness to the sound of a horn. He quickly jumped up, and sat on the bedside for a moment, before hearing the rest of the announcement. "Tisaref be evadon", he cursed. The first part of Greg's broadcast wasn't exactly clear to him, as he'd still been half-asleep in his mind, though to the common eye, he appeared to be wide awake.

His hair band had almost come undone during the night, and there was a cigarette butt on the floor next to him. He took the hair tie off, and - almost without thinking - he decided to do as he had done back home - make the bed, and jump into gear in lightning time to help further to process of becoming active. He didn't completely equip his suit, he left the torso down, only wearing a white, sleeveless a-shirt. During his most recent missions, it wasn't necessarily customary to be fully dressed for the morning meal considering the informal location, but Amir had second thoughts seeing as this is training, and it was around commanding people who he wasn't familiar with, so zipped up completely.

Just before finally leaving, he grabbed his olive colored bandanna (err, I didn't mention that before, but he has it, if that's okay), and tied it around his head. It sat right above his eyebrows, which made his slightly-above-shoulder length hair appear to be in mullet format.

As he exited room #11, he noticed Alice, and Joker on their way in. He didn't speak to them due to the fact they were already in and halfway in the dining hall respectively. Amir walked towards the doors, and went into the room where the meal was being served. "Ah, tomato soup. A fine dish, yeah?", he laughed. Since he already ate a lot of vegetables in Israel, it wasn't anything new to him. He'd only wish there'd been some spices around. 'The spicier the better' was one of his mottoes.

He looked around, and saw the rest of the bunch seated, Rand had been there, as well as the ones he saw (and more, possibly). He went up, took his grub, and grabbed a spoon. All while thinking of what was to come in the day at hand.

Alice waved kindly to Amir as he walked into the room with a smile over her face. "Over here" She shouted to him, but blushed a little bit. Of course it was over here. They were the only people in the room and the man was not blind. She toop a zip from the soup before turning her head to Rand and nodded. "I am fine. It just caught me by suprise" She said with a smile, using the spoon to take another zip from the soup. It was warm and it was tastey and it made miracles to her soon to be gone chest-pains. She drank the soup like she had not had food for a week, even though she had some just before they took her to this building. A low amount of sleep always made her hungry, for reasons unknown.

As she ate, quietly from another direction, Greg entered the dining room. He said nothing, walking up to the counter where the food was provided. He stood there for a moment, as the chef brought Greg a plate of chicken and rice, with asian spices, vegtables, a large glass of milk as well as two sandwiches with ham and cheese. He nodded at them and sat down two tables away from the rest of the group, before slowly starting to eat his chicken, staring straight ahead without giving out a word.

" I acually did what he said then once somone i attacked i figured id get in there. But that bastard shouldnt have hit me below the belt that just pissed me off to no end. But i think im done with that. If anything i guess i should learn from my mistakes. DONT CHARGE A GUY WITH SHOTGUN UNLESS YOU HAVE A WEAPON" He smiled then laughed a little " im kinda nervous...... i got a bad feeling about what will happen next and i got a feeling that the butter knife in my room wasa sign of some sort. Unless somone just left it there"

Alice patted him on the shoulder and smiled gently. "Do not worry. I am sure that he will not do us any harm. I guess he just wanted to prove who is the boss and give us a warm welcoming" She shrugged, taking another zip from the soup. "I agree, though. He got a little bit out of hand. That hit belove the belt of yours was not needed." She then giggled gently as he stated that one should not unarmed charge a man with a shotgun. "I guess you are right" She sighed some, since she was a professional close-combat soldier and could not even land one punch on the guy. Either he was really good, or she was getting worse at what she did.

"well at least im ok , in THAT department >.> but i still......do you think he will be around anytime soon ? cause i really would not wanna hear him but.......... any way besides me whining about it, after your done with your soup you wanna talk a walk with around this strange place ?"

Alice giggled, almost spurting the soup out of her mouth. She tapped Rand on the shoulder and pointed backwards, to where Greg sat and ate his chicken breakfast of luxury. "I think he have heard every word you said" She said with a smile, looking at the quiet Field Commander sitting two tables away from the group. She doubted he cared about what they said about him. He seemed like one of those professional people that took personal life and career life at different levels. He was probably prepared to be hated by the group. However, even though he smashed Alice hard, she did not hate him, strange enough. She shrugged, turning back to her bowl of soup and took another zip.

" o jesus !" He crossed his arms and put his head in there, then he raised his head with a smile " AND THAT IS HOW MY GSG9 COMMANDER ACTED ^-^ " HE said with a smile making up that lie. But of course he new Greg wasnt ganna by it. " so anyway wanna take a look around with me ? "

Deuce awoke when he heard the wake-up call from Greg. He yawned and got to his feet, walking ot the door and heading for the Dining Room. He walked down the halls until he saw the room labeled "Dining Room." He walked inside and decided to sit with Rand and Alice. He sat down and looked at both of them. "So what are we having for dinner? I didn't quite hear what he had said exactly." He sat patiently waiting for a reply.

Amir's outward appearance appeared to be one that indicated didn't seem very enthused about the day, but appearances can be deceiving. He was anxiously waiting, as he had been the whole morn. Amir glimpsed Alice flagging him over to the table where some of the squad was seated. She called out to him verbally for whatever reason, but Amir thought nothing of it, and joined them.

Setting his tray down, and beginning to take spoon fulls of the soup in moderation, he was merely listening in on the conversation at hand. They were discussing some things of the former day. True, it was rather intense, and unexpected. Amir couldn't disagree. But, if that is what is to be expected they all would have to be on top of their game. Speaking of the devil himself, the field commander walked into room, and received his dish. Even worse, the conversation continued while he was seated only two tables away. "Oh, well", he thought. He glanced at Apple's meal; it seemed more done up than the rest: chicken, rice, spice. "Lucky bastard".

As he continued sipping on his soup, Rand asked Alice to go for a 'walk' around the place, twice in fact. Yaacov commented on his inquiry by saying "How...romantic", while chuckling to himself. A simple joke, not intended to imply anything about the question Rand posed.

"Soup" She said, smiling at Deuce. She took a final sip from the bowl of soup and then turned to Rand with a smile. "I will go get more soup" She said, nodding and got up from her seat. She heard how he made the romantic commend and she giggled "Prince Charming" She said, patting Rand on the shoulder. "I will be right back. We could certainly have that walk when I am satisfied." As she turned around and headed towards the counter. She walked past Greg who sat quietly eating, waving at him "Good morning, commander" She said formally, saluting. He did not reply. He did not even look at her as he took another bite of the chicken. She frowned a little, before getting up for a refill.

" thankyou im glad you agree " Rand smiled. He then just sat back in his seat and relaxed " hey like i said the soup snt bad , they could have made us eat dirt and worms............nasty" He looked at Greg, all tuff acting like the ruler of earth. But he felt that even the toughest people have feelings. After all he is human and he must have a faimly of some sort. But he saw how he rudley ignored her. "prick" He said in a very extremley low voice

Deuce got up and wandered up to where the food was and got a bowl filled with the soup. He stood there for a second staring at the soup before he started to walk back to the table. As he crossed infront of Greg, he gave a quick salute and started to walk back to his table. He got back to the table and took a seat and tryed the soup. "This isn't that bad." He started to eat the soup woith a spoon but he dropped the spoon and lifted the bowl to his lips. He drank the entire bowl and placed it back down. "That hit the spot." He leaned back and waiting for someone to start a conversation.

Jan was one of the last ones up and out of bed, Greg's voice first thing in the morning was not something he wanted to hear for the rest of his life, but he figured he'd get used to it. left his room and glanced at the "13" on the door, a symbol of bad luck. He had picked it due to his nonconformist nature, and he wanted to prove people's superstitions wrong with becoming the squad's leader regardless of his door number.

Strolling down the corridor, he soon arrived in the breakfast room. Plopping himself down next to Amir, the last person to have sat at the table, Sobieski began to scarf down the tomato soup.

Hazel hadn't paid much attention to the last speech Apple had made. She just kind of inspected everyone else, and then stood, taking key number 13 and heading off to her room. She settled herself in, and unpacked the few items that had been thrown into the room in a duffel bag. She looked around. One small bed, a dresser, a lamp, no windows.
Wonderful.

She jumped as she heard the loud intercom system, and Apple's voice rippling over her ears. She grimaced an stepped out, clipping the key to a lanyard around her neck. Filing into the mess hall, she looked at the others, still a bit embarrassed, and took a seat a little farther from them after getting her soup.

Greg finished his plate as he met Alice when he got up from the seat. She walked past him and sat down with the rest of the group. Alice waved at Hazel, noticing she sat down a little further down. She shrugged, deciding it was her choice to sit where she liked. She sat down and rubbed her hands together, preparing to consume the next bowl of tomato soup. It was pretty good quality of food, compared to what she was normally used to.

Greg walked up to the group with a wicked grin across his face. He placed his hand on Rand's shoulder "You started it" He said coldly, pausing for a moment. "Alright, listen up, worms. Because my chicken was so good, I will give you all half an hour before the training session starts. You can have a date or whatever you want" He placed one hand on Alice shoulder and one on Rand's "Do not worry. The session is schedueled and will not be like the first one" He grinned as he walked past the group "This session will show who is an elite soldier, and who is not. I expect you all to pull this trough!" He threw the plate into a bucket on his way out "Oh, and write a letter to your close ones, in case you do not live it trough" He closed the door to the room and the sound of his footstep became more and more distant.

Deuce got up from where he was sitting and went over to where hazel was sitting away from the others. He went up tyo he rbut did not sit down. He looked at her for a moment before he spoke. He spoke quietly so not to allow the others to listen in. "Ma'am, may I take a seat or would you like to have your privacy?" He waited and watched patiently for a responce from her.

Royce met Apple by the door and giving him a salute, as he walked into the dining room. He walked straight at the counter and grabbed a bowl of soup. When he walked trough the room he kept an eye on the group in the middle. They seemed like they were socialising pretty well, and Royce decided not to interrupt anything. He instead sat down at the table closest to the counter where they got soup from, along and several tables away from the others. He had decided not to make too good friend with any of these people. If he did, he would just mourn the loss of them while in combat. He paused the thinking for a second and looked at the door which Apple walked out of. Maybe they would not even get to combat and die in training. Either way, it was best to remain friendless, for the time being at least.

Hazel smiled and waved back at alice, contemplating on wether to move any closer or not. just as she began to lift her tray she was cut off by the rough voice of Greg as he gave them all instructions, and allowed them free time. Maybe it would be a good time to get to know all of them. she continued considering this as she spooned some more tomato soup into her mouth. The stuff was quite good...better than army food, for sure, but the Navy's meals where unbeatable.

Hazel looked up at Duece then , diverting her gaze to Royce as he walked in, and then smiling back at the man in front of her.

" I don't mind. you can sit here. "

She paused and smiled once more.

" My name is Hazel. Hazel Barron "

She extened her hand in a friendly gesture.

Deuce accepted the friendly gesture and sat down in front of her. he seemed quite a bit larger in person but had a very friendly look on his face. He looked at her before he spoke. "Deuce Wyatt of the U.S Special Forces Delta Rangers. Sniper First Class. Pleased to meet you miss Barron? He sat smiling as he waited for her responce. He rustled around in the stuffy clothing before he relaxed and sat up straight, adjusting the suits sleeves occasionally.

He looked at Alice and blushed slightly then got a peace of paper and made a letter and shoved in his pocket with the pen " ........im scared now" He said in a acual scared voice " this guy isnt kidding." He got up from the table and paced back and forth " dammit i feel bad i said those things to Commander ......" He looked at Alice " you think we will all be ok ?"

The Major had noticed Deuce quickly finish his soup. "Hungry, aren't you?", he said. Deuce seemed like a good guy, though the two hadn't conversed much. Jan found a seat next to Amir's own, and ate his food equally as fast as the aforementioned. Yaacov wasn't too hungry for the time, only supplying himself with half of the food prepared for him - enough for the morning, at least.

He noticed Hazel walk in the room, she seemed to sit rather distant from the rest of the crew. Perhaps, not everyone is well acquainted with each, he had thought. After all, it'd only been one day.

While igniting the flame on his lighter in preparation to smoke his morning cigarette, the commander came over, and made an announcement regarding the next training exercise. "A half hour", a decent amount of time to prepare. He'd noted that we should write those dearest to us, but perhaps that wasn't as good of an idea as it sounded, given the nature of the letter itself. Although second guessing whether or not he should, he decided not to do it. No need to make anyone worry about him until he was dead, he thought.

Almost every drag of his cigarette felt good during the time he waited, though it only lasted five minutes, at most. He adjusted his bandanna, and hair to revert it back into the position it had been in when he first did it up. Mullet-esque looking hair, was another thing Amir had an affinity for. Feeling his face, he realized he hadn't shaved in two days. He already had a chinstrap going by now, with some various stubble around other areas. He didn't bother to shave it, though.

Royce had seemingly been looking upon the group. Amir wondered what exactly was going on his mind, but across the way, Deuce was conversing with Hazel. Amir just sat, rubbing his facial hair. He wasn't too interested in everyone else right now as he would've been otherwise, he had to get in the zone from the way Greg spoke. He stood up, near the trash can, and lit up one of his last few cigarettes. "Damn, only one left after this". He'd been thinking about asking Apple where he might be able to get his hands on some cigars. If anyone knew, it'd be him.