Spectre quickly grabbed both the rifles, tossing one to Iceman, and cocking his. He then removed the mag from his gun and tossed it to Iceman. He slung the rifle over his shoulders and kept his knife in hand. Iceman caught the extra mag and pocketed it. Iceman led the way out as Spectre followed behind with his knife. As they entered the course the two split. Iceman made precision shots with his rifle, firing off one bullet per target as he moved up.

Spectre took a different approach on his side by running through the course with unseen speed before. He would either puncht the plywood targets or stab them. Either way every time he hit the target he didn't slow down or even change his direction. If he didn't have a knife or any targets near him you could swear it looked like he was doing some sort of dance. They made it too a plywood building and Spectre moved in first. A target popped out and he hit it in the head, knocking the head part clean off. Iceman took the lead and went up a staircase that spiraled to the right. They reached the top and were met by gunfire from three targets out in an open range. They had 20 seconds left to make it to the end zone with all the targets hit. Spectre nodded to Iceman and he ran outside. Spectre dodged the flurry of bullets from the three targets as he ran towards some of the none shooting targets. Iceman popped up and began shooting, hitting each target and knocking them out.

With less then 10 seconds remaining Iceman made a dash for the finish. As he did a target popped up that was armed. Spectre made it first and slung his rile off his back and took careful aim. It all happened for him in slow motion as he closed his left eye and aimed with his right. He fired and the bullet went right past Iceman's ear, hitting the target behind him in the head. They both crossed the line at the same time and Spectre lowered his gun. They didn't even look at eachother though, knowing that there was no need for a thank you. They had done it many times before and now it was just a routine for them.

Iceman looked around and quickly changed the mag out on his rifle. "You call that a test?" He said with a chuckle. It had taken a lot out of him, but Spectre on the other hand looked as cold as ever. They awaited their next assignment as Spectre pulled some splinters out of his glove.
"I think i went a little overkill on that melee target." He said with his usual deep and cold voice.
"Yeah, I don't think you should do that again though. I really don't ever wanna see a guys head fly off from being punched too hard." Iceman shot back as he cocked the rifle and stood, doing a light jog in place as he waited.