[center][b]The Next Morning[/b][/center]

Zachary Smith, the beloved and adored chief of the trainee camp took the stand to explain the long awaited exercise of the month. The trainees all saluted their chief, the pose beaten into them in the early days of the training as well as the discipline of a soldier. Many a sole were printed into the mud over the first few weeks as a result of insubordination. The training had been harsher on some more than others, forcing some people out of the corps. Though there was always that one activity they had each month which was at least somewhat amusing for the trainees as well as the officers.
[b]"Alright, maggots, listen up!"[/b] boomed the chief's voice, a smirk of satisfaction appearing on his lips. [b]"Today is going to be the first day of a three day and night activity. I will only explain how this is going to work, so you brats better listen close!"[/b] He paused and looked over the trainees, looking for an abnormality. Unable to find anyone doing anything wrong, he continued. [b]"You will be split up into squads of three and be sent outside of camp. Your objective will be to reach all of the objectives by the last night and obtain one of the flags from the point; which will be given to you by a commanding officer. There will be obstacles in your way, so take care not to dislocate your shoulder,"[/b] he said, amused at the specific thought. [b]"Each team will be given a map, horses, 3DMG and flares. How you will use them effectively is up to you. Beside these items, you can bring anything you deem useful with you. When your name's called out, go and get ready. If all of your members are not at the stables by 9 AM, you runts will be doing the trek without horses or gear!"[/b]

One of the veteran scouts stepped forward, reading out loud from a sheet of paper at the top of his lungs. [b]"Squad 1: Mikael Daeryn! Susan Borne! Erin Fulbart!"[/b] The time went on and on, several rows now having gone to get ready. [b]"Squad 17: Terry Yates! Samuel Drake! Joseph Dumoulin! Squad 18: Jay Ahn! Mika Smyth! Peter Sakes! Squad 19: Noelle Ahn! Thomas Erhart! Jean-Paul Martin!"[/b]

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Hearing his voice get called out, Joseph flinched. Both of them were people he'd never met before. Then again, that wasn't all that bad. Meeting new people... The boy left his line, moving towards the storage to get his 3-Dimensional Maneuver Gear, as well as the flares. Putting the spotless gear he had done the maintenance for on, he grabbed a bag of flares designed to be attached to the horse's saddle and walked out.

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Peter Sakes, the tall, blond boy from Shiganshina. Most people knew him for his expertise in unarmed combat. He was a well built and toned young boy with high hopes, aiming for the Military Police. He also had quite a bit of talent for 3DMG, but he was too lax to get better.

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Jean-Paul Martin was the pompous brat from the Ehrmich District. He also aimed for the Military Police but his reasons were unknown to his fellow students. Not because he hid them. Rather because nobody wanted to approach such an unsociable person. However disliked he was, he was still capable of passing most of his fellow trainees during the 3DMG exercises.