CTU Lunar Eclipse

Rand moved in there and was watching Doreo closley as he moved farther in. He crawled under the barbed whire as the machine gun went off. He kept his mind set to keep going threw this. After that he headed threw the hot zone. As he expected he timed it right getting threw almost flawlesly. His arm might havea minor burn but not enoyugh to burn the uniform. He got to the weights and saw his name. Then lifted them 36 times and got tired but kept it up " 37 .... 38 ... 39 .... 40 !" He then took a second break waiting for most to hurry

Jan, somewhat stunned by the apparent treachery of the killing, brought himself to fall to a prone position. He began to crawl under the wire, only slightly hampered by the mud. His mind was more on the murder. It wasn't that he hadn't seen death before. He had probably seen more than anybody here, but he was trying to decide if Doreo had known she was going to die. He didn't think it rational at first, but this was U.S. government sanctioned military unit, and he wondered if they would've put someone like Apple in charge if they thought he was going to kill his own. Perhaps it was a prisoner, to be executed anyway, or maybe it was just someone who wanted to commit suicide and volunteered. Whatever the case, Sobieski now focused in on the next objective, crossing the thirty meter line.

Having made it through the first objective, he easily timed himself as not to even get singed by the flames. He got to the weights, lifting his quickly and with ease. He climbed the rope until the pole, and then continued on the ladder. Finally at the final test, Jan ran at Greg, attempting to jump over him and tag him on the back.

He got to the rope climbed it and then to the ladder. Then he saw greg and then the few people there "o shit " He walked around.

Amir watched as Doreo was lit up from incoming fire. A standard training op? Perhaps not.

Amir ran through the door, and tactically dove into the opening within the wired fencing. Shots were being repeatedly fired, and mud was being flung around left and right from not only Amir, but the others as well. It was a mess. Thankfully, he didn't need his eyes on this one. Instincts. Amir pushed forward, and forward to his limit. "Seven minutes", he kept repeating in his mind. He arched his back for a moment, not sure why, and felt the brush of jagged edges on the back of his uniform. Luckily, he went unscathed. It wasn't necessarily extremely vigorous, but in the back of his mind, he knew it might be later on. Once he reached the position Doreo had been shot at, he tried to manuever properly around her body. It wasn't too troublesome.

He eventually made it to the end, a safe-zone. Dirt and mud covered most of his body, and face. He tried to quickly wipe it from his face, but it didn't do much good, if any at all. Within a split second after, Amir ran towards the next stage.

The 'hot-zone'. Amir thought it was appropriately named given its nature. The fierce fire was constantly at launch in regular intervals. Yaacov counted the majority of the flames before even starting. "One, two, three, one, two...Ah, **** it, he thought - he didn't have time. Although with only a slight idea of the time shifts, he ran through. Strategically advancing. He'd been half way completed with this specific stage when he tried to move forward, and got his arm caught in the flames for a second. Amir could smell scorched hair, and felt a modest amount of pain on his right forearm. He wasn't harmed to much of an extent however, and speedily regained his composure - pain is insignifacant to the will of a soldier. He continued forth.

Another forty meters completed, and another safe-zone. "I was pretty quick with the first one. Second one...", he didn't even get to finish his sentence due to trying maintaining his advancement with the others. As he was running to the next part of the exercise, he glanced back at the soldiers that stood there, but didn't even get to question anything is his mind.

He'd just bursted into a room with various weight equipment around. He scanned the area for the one labeled 'Amir Yaacov'. "There you are, beautiful", he said. Perhaps not possessing the same stamina as the younger teammates, he certainly had the discipline over his body, and will to compete with them. The weights were somewhat heavy, but Amir got through it easier than the previous ones. One, four, ten, twenty, thirty three, forty. He completed this task, albeit some fatigue was setting in. Although there were already others present, Amir didn't plan on coming in last or going over Apple's expected time, to say the least.

Running swiftly to the fourth, and second to last stage, he had to ascend a rope, and climb across (?), with water if one were to fall underneath. "No pressure", he said to himself - although this wasn't true, it kept him going. His arm had some pain from the minor burn, and both of his arms had a sensation from the previous stage. But, he managed to do it. Seven minutes hadn't passed, or at least, he didn't believe they did.

Now, he remembered what Greg Apple had said. The final safe-zone, the final stage. He took off his bandanna, and wrapped it around his arm -- no sense in exposing any weaknesses, especially not from what he'd seen of Apple just the previous night. Also, like that night, he didn't rush head strong in. He'd realized that's just how you get killed on the battlefield, but time was scarce.

He waited for Jan, and Deuce to attempt to tag him before commencing his POA. Perhaps, one of these men could act as a distraction while Yaacov tagged him. He'd just have to find out, and see how it plays out.

He used Jan to his advantage jumped up and slapped Greg directly on his back. He sighed and spoke. "Couldn't get us both.."

Alice dashed trough the field quickly. She almost had tears in her eyes as she passed the dead Doreo. She sighed and continued like nothing, reaching after a little while the finish of stage 1. She took a deep breath and took support of the bar to recover the little stamina she had lost. She looked at her uniform and noticed that she had lost some fabric from the now dirty uniform. She sighed, hoping that the commander would not mind.

Next up was the flames. This was probably the one she would have an easiest time with, as she slipped trough the flames like a feather falling down the sky. She smiled as she quickly reached the finish of that all to easy streak. After all, swift movement and acrobatic jumps were her strong side. She paused, taking another breath. She did not even feel the heat, most of the time. Her movement was swift and flawless.

Next up was weights. As Alice walked onto the field of the weights, she seeked her name up. She bended down and grabbed it, but at her suprise one of the soldiers followed her to the weight. She leaned her head to the side but shrugged, as she made the first lift. As the lift was completed, the soldier grabbed her wrist. He pushed her against the weight without her having a chance to retaliate. He picked up two handcuffs and cuffed her to her own weight. "Field Commander's order, Alice! You are going no-where!" As she was cuffed twice to the weight. She stood speechless, bent at the back. "W-wha-a-at?" She cried, trying to release herself from the handcuffs. "NO!" She yelled, struggling once more, but failing bigtime. The handcuffs was made of steady steel and she was going no-where.

Greg laughed as the man came sliding under his legs. "No can do, mister" He said, slamming his foot onto the wrist of Deuce. "I am not a simple soldier. You will have to to better than that" He said and kicked the man backwards. He backed away from the incoming unit. "Oh. You are free to run back the track if you like. The soldiers will not shoot you" He said, hurling his chain towards Rand, almost like a whip. Either Rand would have to fall back, or he would meet what would feel like being penetrated by a steel sword. "Time is ticking, but so far, you all have plenty of time. Do you know where your team-mates is?" He grinned as one tagged him on the back. "You are free to leave, or go back inside" He usualy did not get tagget that easily, and decided to be more alert from now on.

He ran towards Greg " do you worst !" He knew this would leave a nasty makr but it was worth it.

As his foot crushed his hand he was brought out of his thoughts and back into the fight. He twisted and got up and faced Greg. "Hey Rand, He can't stop both of us at once we can use eachother to an advantage."

The chain made impact on Rand who unavoidably was launched backwards. The chain had torn a hole in the uniform and even cut a big wound on his chest. "Think more, act less, soldier" He roared.

He got up and held his chest " JOKER GO !" He said as ran toward Greg agian for a distraction.

He ran towards him and removed the jacket part of his uniform and started a plan. He threw the jacket at Greg's face and did a mad dash to go behind him.

Rand charged as well , they must have had a chance.

Greg launched the chain after the man who threw his jacket at him. The haste was not enough as his back was tagged. He mumbled before throwing the jacket away. He turned around with a straight punch right into the face of Deuce, knocking him to the ground rough. "You are it!" He growled as he turned and walked towards Rand, meeting him half way and about to strike him.

Back in his room, Jan waited for some kind of announcement to signify the ending of the training. He half sat and half laid on his bed. He felt privileged to be the first one finished, and the pride took his mind off the killing.

sdfsd

Amir waited until Rand attacked, and tried to tag him, but to no avail. While spinning his chain, it smacked Amir in the side of the head. He fell to the ground, but decided to change his POA. He would lie until Rand and Deuce charged, and feign an injury. As soon as they did, Amir kipped up and tried to tag Greg.

Deuce struggled to his feet and got up. He walked towards the final door. He seemd pretty overwhelmed with pride that he was the second to have finished. The part of his face that was hit bled and swelled and when he arrived at the door he turned around and faced the others. "Good luck to you all I'm gunna go die now.." He chuckled to himself as he opened the door.

[Greg was focused at Deuce and made a misstake. That is how Johns tagged him.]

Rand's leg met Greg's arm as the move was parried. At the same time, the other arm went to meet Rand on his approach and smashed him right into the chest. As Rand unwillingly bended down from the impact, his head met Greg's and both turned disoriented. He was tagged on the back by Amir and growled, kicking backwards and right into the waist of Amir. Quickly after lifting his heel and meeting Amir's face. He knew he had been tagged, but as long as they remained on the field they were his toys.

He got back up almost throwing up but then he rolled to the side and tapped his shoulder and slaped the back of his head for fun and ran to the exit " im ... not dead...." He ran to the exit and got in ok

He got back to his room but decided to look for a phone instead of wait on the training to end. He started to look in different rooms for a phone. He looked for one high and low trying to get ahold of any kind oh phone. He sat down for a second staring at the ground.

"Damnit there has to be a phone somewhere..."

((Is there a phone anywhere in the building?))