[Since I have to go to bed soon, I will brief the training up. I do not have to go yet, but soon. Sorry if hastening the fun up and that some miss to do it. All that did not post passed it]
One by one tagged Greg and he sighed. He defended well against each attacker, and none was let to be untouched from the fight. He successfully inflicted damage at one member and the other, but realised that he should have taken his shotgun instead of the chain. The chain worked on the average soldier, but these were the best of the best. At certain areas, but far from all. He sighed and looked at his watch. Time passed and expired. Impressivly, everyone had lived it trough. But everyone was not trough. He pushed the remaining troops outside the room, since they were complete with the training. He closed the door and locked. He turned around and grinned "I!" "I am the medic. Field medic unit at your service" He said with a grin, locking the door.
[Phone is at officer's launge. Not accessable]
Amir was finally able to completed the mission. He would've been able to give it a rest if he hadn't been caught with a mule kick that nearly bended him in half, even worse a back of the boot to the face. He staggered, trying his hardest not to fall to the ground. The pain was intense, much more damaging than anything he'd received that day. Blood, sweat, and mud covered his face, and his body. His eye looked like it might be black, and blue, and he'd been cut open rather deep on his cheek, with additional bleeding at the lip.
He moved out of the area as well as he could, being the third to finish. It wasn't bad for his age in comparison to the others, he supposed. At least he'd shown off his vim and vigor.
Walking in the hall, he took his bandanna of his arm that served to stop the bleeding somewhat. He wasn't especially trained in the medical field, but he knew enough to maintain minor wounds. He wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, and looked terrible, exhausted; but in truth, he only needed to catch his breath. He hadn't felt this alive in weeks being inactive in current situations with the Sayeret Matkal.
He brought out the pack of cigarette Hazel had given him, "Camels, yuck", he stated as if he'd just drunk some sour milk. He had one Lucky Strike left, and lit it up. There was blood, and dirt on the filter, because of his hands and lips, but Amir didn't give a damn for he savored the taste of the tobacco.
Greg pushed Rand to the ground, onto his back. He looked him into the eyes before placing his heavy military boot on top of the wound. "You do not mind if I keep pressure on it, do you? A wound need to be held at pressure" He said with a grin, placing the boot against the wound on his chest. "Chance of infection? Yes! Member of Lunar Eclipse? Not yet!" He pushed his foot tight at Rand's wound. He turned his head and watched Amir walking around. "EVERYONE WILL REMAIN HERE!" He shouted, pulling a microphone attached to the wall. He pressed a seven digital code and then spoke in the speaker "MEMBERS OF LUNAR ECLIPSE SQUAD 1, GET BACK TO TRAINING EXIT!"
Deuce sighed and gave up his search for a phone but remained where he was sitting. He felt the swelled and bleeding area of his face and cringed when he touched but he manned up and hit himself in the very spot out of anger. He pulled an old picture from his pocker. It was of him and his of team. They all looked like they were having the time of theire lives when the picture was taken.
"You guys were the best and greatest I ever foguht with.."
He named off every member in the picture quietly to himself.
"Johnson, Craig. Team Leader.
McKain, John. Communications.
Karrig, Bill. Demolitions.
Book, Mike. Heavy Gunner.
Mc'Rain, Gary. Pilot.
Raimy, Sam. Bomb Desposal
Some of the best damn men ever to serve the U.S..."
He ignored the order to return. He thought to himself. "Either he will kill me or kick me out.. either one means a courtmarshal.."
Greg's eyes flashed. It was almost like they caught fire, as he bended down and grabbed Rand by the throat. One hand, lifting Rand up into the air and looked him into the eyes. "A BUTTERKNIFE?!" He roared, throwing Rand into the wall. He walked after him, limping at the slightest. He grabbed Rand by the shirt and lifted him up along the wall. The feet of Rand did no longer touch ground as Greg ripped the knife out of Rand's hand and throwing it along the ground. He dropped Rand who fell to the ground as he turned around. He walked trough the room and met Deuce at the edge "Give me that" He said, stealing the photo from him. He knuckled it and putted it in his pocket.
"EVERYONE! I MEAN EVERYONE! LINE UP!" He pointed at the center of the room. He bled from the leg, but he did not seem to care.
He stood up almost smilling. He thought to himself "haha look who just got stabed" He thought to himself. Of course he knew it wasnt over. He thought he might fight but Rand had confidence that he could get the knife agian somehow and then stab him in the neck. That is of couse Rand was ganna get killed.
Amir turned around, and dropped his cigarette in an instant. The loudspeaker was more than enough to get Amir to comply, as he was never fond of them unless he was speaking through one. As fast as his cigarette was on the ground, Amir went back to the training exit. Apple may have had jokes, but he was no joke. Still bloody and bruised, Yaacov adhered to his demands, and lined up in accordance at the center of the room.
Rand had been manhandled, to say the least. But Amir didn't give him his full attention, he supposed he could handle it with his resilience. Out of nowhere, Deuce punched him. Yaacov wasn't in total disbelief, given Apple's attitude, but it wasn't exactly what he expected.
Greg ignored the punch and looked at the squad as they lined up. He watched as Deuce properly walked away from Greg who at the moment had no intention of fighting back. "LISTEN UP, SHITHOLES!" He roared "Anyone here good with math? Anyone cares, or ever CARED to count the number of soldiers here?!" He shouted and was rather pissed in his tone. He counted the soldiers and stopped at Amir who was the last one "Ooops. One is missing" He said, placing his hand over his face. "Idiots!" He paused "DID ANYONE OF YOU EVEN NOTICE THIS?!" He yelled, waiting for response.
Jan figured the whole thing must be over and done with by now, stood up, and straightened his unform. He opened his door and stepped out into the hallway. He closed it shut behind him, and walked briskly toward the voice of Greg. Once in the room, he took his place in line and wondered what the hell was going on this time.
Amir felt foolish when Apple spoke up, his field required him to count numbers of people in the area for combat intelligence. He'd wondered how he missed it, but felt it might have been due to the disorientation, the constant action, and the like. But, that'd be no excuse on the battlefield, though, he thought. And indeed, from experience, it wasn't. Glancing down the rest of the line, he looked at the faces. All had been present, save for the one woman, Alice. He pondered where she could've went to. "Did she wander off? Fall into the moat?", he couldn't have been sure.
[Everyone is lined up, even those not posting, G2G-9 🙂]
Greg saw the expression on Amir's face and he shook his head. He suddenly got a more friendly tone in his talking, not the normal shouting in anger tone. "Listen, boys and girls. You may be the best of the best, but you are still a team. Alice was left behind, and I doubt anyone of you even noticed it before now. She is stuck in the weight stage and will be for the upcoming hours, all alone. You may be good soldiers, but a team do not need individual skills" He paused for a moment, looking at the group. "Alice could have been easily saved. I said to the soldier cuffing her that he was allowed to give the key to anyone that returned for her" He shook his head. "I even asked you about your members while you had pleanty of time" He then turned silent. He picked the crumbled photo that belong to Deuce up from his pocket. With a kind and gentle voice he threw it along the floor, up to Deuce. "Miss your old team-mates, but take care of your new ones" Greg turned around and walked towards the exit with his head low. "Dismissed, folks. You have the rest of the day of. Alice will be released in some hours. There is a room with TV and other entertainment equipment in the far end of the hallway, between door 1 and 3" He then exited the room, leaving the door open and walking into his own room, number 14.
Sobieski was surprised by the complete turnaround in Greg's personality. Not only wasn't he yelling, but he was even speaking softly with a tone of care in his voice.
Jan felt a little remorse for Alice, but he was also glad of his first place, and if he had gone back to help her, he would have been among the last. Regardless, he made his way to the room described by Apple, and, instead of turning on the TV, he aimed to make conversation with any and all members of his "team."