Rylee stared in through the window, looking at the five new recruits, all of them having accepted. None of them could see her, which she was glad for. She didn’t say anything more; she just looked at them for a few moments. She then pressed her slim finger to the intercom button, bright red nails glinting in the bright light, and her voice flooded into the room again, a lilting Canadian accent coming through slightly. Her voice was more of a soft purr than the loud commanding one that she normally uses during training. “[color=hotpink]Good. Welcome to the U.M.F. You will have your training either with me or Eric Cole. We will be your instructors for the next week as well as your handlers when you go into the field. Each day this week will be a training day and after this week you will be assessed to see if you are ready. Every night, you will come back here, sleep here, and then get up at five o’clock sharp in the morning. Breakfast is at five-fifteen and training starts at five-thirty. Your training day will end whenever Eric or myself says so. We won’t care how tired you are. You do exactly as we say.[/color]” Her voice moved fast and it was hard to keep up with it. 

“[color=hotpink]Each of you need to proceed back to your bed. This will be the bed you sleep in every night. There is a duffel bag underneath it. You will have a piece of paper on top with your position in the field on it. You will have five minutes to change into your training uniforms, which are the black and grey tank top and spandex pants in your bag. This is not a time for modesty. Yes, you will be changing in front of each other. Get used to it. In the field, you might be doing that a lot more than you think. I expect you ready within five. Girls, your hair should be back in a ponytail. Be prepared for the worst week of your life.[/color]” She dropped her hand away from the intercom button and watched with interest at their reactions to the new news…
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[i]We have to change in front of each other?[/i] Nikki thought. It was an interesting concept and if they had to work with each other more than this, then it would be an interesting way to bond. She smiled at the blond guy standing next to her. He actually was pretty cute, before she walked over to the bunk she crawled out of. She noticed a duffel bag slid under there with her name on it and she pulled it out carefully. It was a plain black bag, which she was a little surprised since it was an agency. 

She saw a piece of paper taped to the top of the bag with duct tape and pulled it off, reading what it said. “[color=lightseagreen]Runner…[/color]” she murmured to herself. She pulled open the paper and began to read the description of her job. 

[i]A Runner is the main leader in the field. This person goes by Alpha most of the time. They are the one who carries out the mission and obtains what needs to be obtained or kills whoever needs to be killed. The others revolve around the Runner and help them on their mission. Runners can be alternated.[/i] it read on the inside. Alternated? What did that mean? Nikki just shook her head. She was sure that everything would be explained later. This seemed like it was going to be awesome. 

Suddenly, the lights flashed on even brighter, and the room looked pale white. She raised an eyebrow. This was interesting. She was hoping that it was going to at least be a little bit dark so she could change with some comfort. Shrugging off her discomfort, though, she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it off, her sports bra from the previous day still on. She then grabbed the black and grey tank and pulled it on, her shoulders popping as she went. She then glanced around before quickly stripping off both her shorts and underwear before wriggling into the spandex running shorts quickly. She had tried running with underpants on in spandex before. It. Doesn’t. Work. 

She sat down on the edge of her bed and grabbed the socks from her duffel bag and pulled them out, slipping her slim, tanned feet into them, before shoving her feet into the black tennis shoes that were next to the duffel bag underneath the bed. She then grabbed a ponytail from around her wrist and pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail on top of her head. She was finally read and she carefully watched the others get ready, her eyes just happening to slide over to the cute blond guy. She smiled softly at the ground before turning her eyes toward the mirror. The smile dropped off her face and she stood up and walked over it. 

“[color=lightseagreen]When do we get answers? Why are we here? What are we supposed to do? Why [i]us[/i]?[/color]” Nikki asked, looking at the mirror. 

There was silence for a few moments before: “[i]All in due time.[/i]”