(Posts should flow again- sorry for the lack of attention, I have been very, very busy.)

Imran looked to Howard, chuckling.
"You are obsessed. It's why you got through. That obsession....I mean, if it's as good as they say, I think improving on perfection may work out well for you, my friend." He said, looking over, as he took a seat, looking over at the monitor. The two were flung into it, and thrown eventually out of the VR, back into reality as the water sent electrical current through periodically, unexpected and untimed random jolts hitting them almost like getting stunned by a tazer, but all over. They got through the door, and Imran switched the camera, then feeling a certain movement. It wasn't right, but he knew it could only be one thing.

The noise of Antoine whispering caught Imran a little off guard despite that feeling in the back of his spine that told him like something had joined the two in the room, but he didn't move an inch, looking forward.
"Optical Cloaking. It's brilliant, and you make it work. Thought they'd be giving you that." Imran laughed, aware that she could easily have a knife inches from his neck, and he wouldn't know.
"Get a thermal imaging camera however...and you are a bit screwed. Thermoptical Cloaking is the solution, but that stuff is materials I don't even know." Imran said, looking over to a chair.
"Don't let Svetlana get a hold of that shit you're wearing. I don't want bad things to happen, alright?" Imran said, chuckling, just knocking back the thought in his head of what had happened. It freaked him out and simultaniously just didn't, it was mad. Bjorn hadn't been performing right, and maybe that was all it was. Imran lacked empathy, it was the one thing he did well. He cared for some people, the people that did well. But those who didn't bring a fighting spirit, who were boring and mindless, were out of Scimitar quickly. It took charisma to fight with them, and Imran knew that Bjorn, as great as he was, wasn't tallying up as he should. In some ways, perhaps he was happier, but it was undeniable. Svetlana had simply suffocated him, with her pair of melons, and that was a murder of another team member. But she kept the iron fist when Imran didn't, and she was too valuable an asset. Assets like her, turned bad, could be very, very dangerous. More so than any company of infantry, even a battalion. The same with Antoine, and Howard. Imran wanted those close, in the inner circle. What they did, was imperative, to keep the wheels turning, and himself, he just made sure that didn't fall apart.

Looking over, the target range activated, as Imran adjusted his headset. The two had survived the shock test, and were now in an illuminated room, that was roughly the size of the last- but filled with an assault course, and a mixed range CQC course. Some mid-range targets, some close, some that fired back. And right at the end, was Svetlana in her armor, with a cattle prod the size of a sizeable branch in her hand, hidden behind an obstacle. She adjusted her faceplate, huffing hard as she knew the moment she heard them come, she'd hit the crap out of the first one. And bullets weren't going to take her down. She'd club them to the floor, and taking her out was going to need a literal force of nature. Imran finished adjusting his headset, the assault course now illuminating a desk, just beyond the drains that let the water from the previous room out.
"Iceman, Spectre, weapons for you are ahead. You are to proceed onto the next section of the course. Engage all targets, except for black. Make your way to the end of the course, you will have no more ammunition than what is provided. Some targets may fire." Imran said, over the loudspeaker system in the room the two newbies were in, before cutting it off. They had two G36A2 rifles on a table, and approximately three magazines, for each rifle. The rifles had their inbuilt optics, and a silencer on the end, as well as a underbarrel foregrip, with this course having sections that were both wide open and some that were very, very close quarters indeed. They'd have to move through it, and the 9mm shots were live, from some targets. Failure to take that down, would do bad things to the operators going through- and were priority targets.