...

I stand confused. Almost in a trance. I didn’t expect to see what was in front of me. In the midst of all the thought, Maxim and Ivan both choose theirs. I got the brown hair girl. I think to myself:

[i]What on Earth? 12? (He takes a breath) I guess it’s for the betterment of the people. I’m ready. I wonder if she has a name? Will she be able to handle .50 BMG rounds? (The room darkens)[/i]

... 

I sit at the table provided, and listen to the speech that I’m given. I understand all of it, it’s just a lot to take in. I almost feel accomplished being chosen as an elite for a program like this. I think:

[i]My own training? Alright, I think I know what I’ll do. It might give me a sense of accomplishment.[/i]

[color=lightblue]”Alright, I’ve got it. What else is there to be done?”[/color]