[center][b]Sector Z - Golden Mercenary Training Grounds[/b][/center]

Kisheto stood in the center of a multitude of tents in one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. He was standing in Sector Z's very own full-terrain biodome. It was a giant chunk of underground space that was created in such a way to mimic a very low-density forest, with patches of trees that dotted the vast, artificial environment. The "sky" seemed to disappear into an eerie black, although it was obvious that nothing but land and metal lay above, as the entire environment was created underground. The entire stretch of land was about three square miles in area, and the only entrance was a long trek through an increasingly widening path. This path connected directly to the courtyard, and at an average walking speed, it would take a good fifteen minutes to get from the courtyard to the opening of the training grounds. At the entrance, a sort of outpost was set up with tents and makeshift barracks, as if to simulate an actual on-the-spot encampment. From here, the Golden Mercenaries were sent out into the artificial wilderness to train their tactics. If not for strategic practice, the mercenaries made their way to the artificial lake found in the center of the entire structure, where they would train their bodies and skills in groups. Kisheto had been taken back by the set-up, but piped down upon learning that the grounds were actually purposed for preserving a natural side of life in the case that the shelter sectors were the only option left, as that was the purpose they were built for in the first place. The Golden Mercenaries had simply turned theirs into a training ground, although it was made clear that the grounds were to be available to the public on off days.

As Kisheto continued to stare out into the beautiful, man-made "outdoors", Julian stepped out of the closest tent and walked up to the boy. "They said you could check in for the assignment given to squad 2," he said crossing his arms as he stopped next to Kisheto. 

Kisheto smiled and looked back to Julian, "Oh, the party that's tryna get to the radio towers or whatever?" Julian simply nodded and then looked to Kisheto before turning his head to gaze back at the landscape as Kisheto had been doing. "Ishigo told Hector to put me on hissquad. Me and him are... well... we're the ones goin' after the Blood Saints and squad 3." Kisheto frowned, "Wait what? I can't come?!" His voice gave off the frustration he was burying inside. He wanted to be a part of the movement, and he wanted to be a hero. After years of living the life of a petty thief, Kisheto was finally given the opportunity to be somebody. He saw his encounter with the Golden Mercenaries to be the very essence of opportunity calling his name, and he was not going to let anything prevent him from taking it. Julian, who had managed to get rather close with Kisheto in the brief time they had spent together, chuckled and shook his head. "You're not ready, brothah," he said slowly, in his soft and smooth voice. "We're simply not lettin' you get yahself killed, 'nah mean?" Kisheto shook his head once more, "Bullshit. You don't think I can handle it because you think I'm weak! HA! I'll show you, yo. I can whoop ass if I just... y'know. Actually try." 

Julian laughed and patted Kisheto on the back before turning away, "Listen, yulo, you gotta keep yah head on straight. We'll need you eventually, so we can't have yah dying before then, 'nah mean? Besides, what kinda friend would I be, sending you off before you got some decent trainin, hm?" Kisheto smiled at his words and scoffed, but decided not to say anything, a choice that was rather rare for the boy's usually-impulsive nature. Julian looked back and smiled, "Training starts in an hour. Yah got CQC today, so. Don't get yah rear handed to yah, alright brothah?"

Kisheto laughed, "Yeah, I gotcha. Make sure you whoop ass out there, yo." 
Julian chuckled at his statement and waved him off, "Yosim Verado, yulo."