[center][h1][color=00a99d][i]Training Day Zero[/i][/color][/h1][/center]

	[center][b][i][color=ed1c24]BRRRzzzzzTTT[/color][/i][/b] [color=6ecff6]"Good morning Spartan, Are you ready for your big day? Your assignment this morning is to do your daily exercises and report to the mess hall no later than 8 hundred hours. Good luck today."[/color][/center]

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	[color=00a99d]"Thank you Ava, I will not be needing it."[/color] Atticus got up out of his bed and checked his assignment on his left arm control pad, Not that he didn't trust the A.I. Just simply to get used to it when she wasn't around. Sure enough he was to head to the Training room, just another robot training. [i]'Hand-to-Hand, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogBaJ2hjRsc]Lockdown Paint[/url], Then lifting and the daily run. Light morning.'[/i] He thought to himself as he read. 

	Szabo cleared his daily activities around 730 hours and decided to take a look at the leaderboards. He passed this morning's activities with perfect scores. Hand-to-hand was 278 hits delivered - 0 taken, Lockdown paint was 31 enemy eliminations - 0 Spartan eliminations. His results today didn't move his rank. Still #14. Which was still good because there were over 300 spartans in the same facility. 

	It was nearing 800 hours so Szabo headed out to the mess hall. Speaking of the 300 Spartans in the Facility, they all seemed to be here. Atticus stopped for a second by one of the spartans he had worked with before, [color=00a99d]"What is this?"[/color] [color=8493ca]"They are combining us into squads."[/color] she replied. [color=8493ca]"They said we all have a squad mission right after this, We all are going to be flown to one of the surrounding islands, giving us the orders of what to do once we get there."[/color] Szabo nodded and continued to the seat that had the numbers 179 on the back and on the table just in front of the seat. He stood behind it, looking around. None of the other Spartans had their power armor on. Which was good, because neither did he. Atticus wondered if they were going to need their armor for their Mission. His thoughts were cut off by the loud speakers turning on and telling all Spartans to be seated and that they were about to start. 

	The announcer started listing about 6 spartans in each squad, each by serial number. After each spartans number was called they stood up and walked to the front, They were directed to spots on the stage that had labels. Captain, Pathfinder, Special weapons, Tactical, Ranger, Stalker, Vehicle Specialist, and Brute. Most squads had a couple spartans that could fill more than one spot, maybe not as well, but Could. After about 2 and a half hours of waiting and watching teams be assembled he finally heard it. [color=f9ad81]"Spartan 179."[/color] He stood up shaking the sleep from his legs he paced quickly to the stage [color=0072bc]"Step here please."[/color] Said the man directing them to their positions. [i]'Captain. I can do it."[/i]