A few minutes had past when a few of armored students in black were up and racing towards a side entrance into an abandoned building; the other dozen were on the other side. 

[b]Welcome to AP Unit Tactics.[/b]

Snipers were taking out windows, trying to keep resistance from inside as low as possible. Suddenly, there was a huge explosion that came from the back; running through the new open clearing and taking fire right away. The sound of sub-machine guns and then flash-bomb was deafening in the hallways. There were a little too much of firepower inside the building now, it was going to be difficult to hold together.

The noise level made it hard to made it hard to think straight or keep any focus.

The whole team of students in red waited to receive some sort of command from their quadrant leader while others received the full force of the attack. The red team staggering backward stubbornly, opposing every gained foot, but unable to check the unvanquishable foe.

The black team had managed to close off the red team, slowly targeting them down. 

Two red armored students dash down the hall, falling away from the sound bomb and the rain of enemy's power. The good thing about protective gear is that it might stop a fatal or force of a powerful paintball; the bad thing it tends to slows one down. Advanced Placement of Unit Tactics was fun and the rush of the adrenaline would make anyone an addict expect when you were lost communications. The Black Squad had managed to jam radio transmissions, neither teams were receiving anything on either end. Both communications blocked for quite awhile, giving the Black Squad to enact their plan. 

Struggling to catch her breath Catalina glared up at her teammate who was more than content to watch her hide for cover behind a doorway, flying forest of paint hit the wall close to her.

" We are so goin' to fail today's class!" her teammate shouted, her rifle close to her chest. 

" Lisa, we are not. If we manage to keep this section clear...." Catalina started to say. 

" That is impossible," Lisa shook her head, " We are running out of cartridges--"

Catalina did not have the time to respond when a student in black armor stepped forward, drawing his gun and reaching out toward Lisa. Before he could stretch his fingers, however, Catalina reached into her back, with a flick of her wrist the baton extended, stabbed into his wrist. The student shouted in surprise, felt a white-hot pain against his suddenly broken wrist and dropped the gun. The baton upward, followed by another hit, this time into the guy's right eye. The guy screamed as he covered his gouged-out eyeball with his one good hand.

The senior's movement might have been as simple as a dance step but for some reason the second rifleman could not block nor even avoid her either. The other five students took a collective step backward. One of them yanked out his pistol and attempted to fire it at her beautiful face.

Lisa did not even move, pulling the trigger. This time, she hit the boy's in the stomach, he cried out in pain as well and felt all his strength flee out of his legs. Catalina buried her baton at his head. The man fell to the ground, rolling about. 


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The two seniors removed the helmets as the operation of the building ruins dissolves to the state-of-the-art training room. 

One by one of the 'stricken' students rose up from the floor, following out of the room with wide grins.
 
She raised an eyebrow at first, uncertain to burst the troopers bubble that each and every was 'killed' in battle but left it be. She had enough to deal with the earlier event, and now the slight curve in her grade for today's class. 

The simulator is used to analyze and improve player reaction times while also collecting data on players which is able to aid and prevent injury recovery in the long-term. Each student reproduces under the teacher's supervision, of course. 

With a huff, Catalina unstrapped herself from the light armor which took her vitals and scooped up her helmet, walking to the girl's locker room, joining the rest of the losing team. She placed her helmet in the open cubby and hung the chest plate over hook, under her name tag.

Catalina promptly walked out of the locker room, in little mood to stay and discuss today's tactics, the bell rang through the school for lunch.