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[color=Silver]	One by one, everyone started to thin down in their numbers as they all made their own ways towards the living quarters after following the instructions. Every envelope had their number and keycard within it. All of this was straightforward for a starting day, or rather afternoon. Everyone was coming and then disappearing into their own dormitories whilst the veterans of the team were all wandering about, watching them scurry around like ants. Everyone who'd previously been in Rainbow prior to that day was already aware of their rooms and aliases due to pre-briefing earlier on in the month. Everything had fallen into its place; every jigsaw piece was starting to assort itself perfectly into their places. All of them were starting to slip themselves in like fingers to the wrong-glove, awkwardly holding some strange facial expressions amongst their ranks. Some looked a bit too overconfident whilst others seemed a bit formal, the way that Mike would have wanted. Yet it all felt a bit too surreal for Franklin. Yes, they were a military organisation that forged under counter-terrorist operations. Yes, they were a confidential programme that only the elite in NATO fully understood. But no, they were not as strict in the past. Everyone bonded together so carefully, in such a discursive fashion, that they were all practically second-hand family members to one another. People like Elias were always cracking jokes and easing everyone's minds whilst others were fantastic cooks off-duty and aimed to provide a wonderful experience after a hard-day's work. This was different. All of them were not on par with those who were now gone. It felt too harsh to judge and compare them this early on to the fallen he'd grown accustomed too, but yet he still found himself struggling to let go of the friends he'd lost and those he was still trying to find.

	He made his way outside, finding that there was no need for his presence in the main hall. Nothing noteworthy was presented towards him, neither were there any words that directed themselves at him. Franklin was just a phantom wandering amongst the sea of new life, though the life may find itself prematurely doomed if they weren't up to adequacy. There was a thin line between life and death on this job, this career to uphold the impossible task of peace and prosperity. Sometimes, though not all the time, there was no room for error, even when off duty. Say something that they might regret, it could bite them harshly in the arse when they stick around on duty. All of the life had its pressures, and yet they were expected to live as regular human beings back here in Hereford's underbelly. What a cruel fate, this was? Sometimes he wished he was still in the Royal Marines, serving in a time where terrorism was handled by the experts.

	The trek back to the living quarters was as dull as he'd expected. The rain was starting to come down quite heavily now, as did all typical weather of the British Isles. A vast bucket's worth started to soak into his coveralls and dampen his DPMs beneath them too, making him feel miserable and let out a deep sigh of depressive thoughts. No sunshine could clear this mind, it seemed. Franklin saw a few, only a few, of the new operators making their way over, but chose to keep walking and only interact if interacted with. That was how it went on the first day. If he was going to get to know them at least he could give them the space they needed to find their own place in Rainbow's ranks. The next day was going to be a lot tougher, especially when knowing that it was Gilles and Taina's turn to lead the training session. It was a "Kill-house" scenario, where they would be entering a building that was large but packed full of tight spaces. It was the principles of Counter-Terrorism, these breaching tactics. But then again, the scenario would always have a trick or two up its sleeves, waiting to test whether they could react to unforeseen technicalities. Once again, those were the basics of anti-terrorist operations. Nothing ever went according to plan.

	Returning to his [i]abode[/i] wasn't exactly a treat. Yes, it was a nice place for what the military and government could offer, but it still felt a little too artificial for him. Something about spending time within the walls, with a large window at the foot of the room, alone and solitary as can be, felt almost discomforting and unnatural to him. He spent so much time simply sharing quarters with other comrades of all types that he simply hated the feeling of loneliness. It was reflective of his third operation, in which he and the batch of newer recruits at the time were deployed into an operation that could have only gone better than the shit-show it had become.[/color]

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[color=red][b]"Up and at 'em. Fifteen minutes to get your arse's to the South Wing before someone drags you there!"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Having woken up the earliest, Liu thought it would make a good sick-kick to push Franklin into waking everyone else up. It was obvious that they were all already awake...hopefully...and were likely finishing off the meals they could cook in their own dormitories. However, it was a necessity to keep the slightly harsh-nature that was Rainbow's rebirth in shape and form. All of the instances of his thick accent booming down the hallway, clenched fist banging quite gently against each door as he went down the line, could be seen as amusing to those who he already knew. He just hoped that Jessica didn't see the outcome and prepared to use it as a method of teasing later on. It was unlikely that she was like that, but there was always the possibility.[/color] [color=Red][b]"Wear combat dressings. All equipment is in the armory within the South Wing. Grab your stuff when instructed and prepare. It's training time, lads and lasses."[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	The South-Wing had already been set up. With them having fifteen minutes to haul themselves over, Franklin took the opportunity to get a head-start glimpse at where they would be fighting within. From what he could see, it was a one-story building with a high rooftop. All of the formations of walls seemed to be quite daunting to look at. It was definitely preparation for what they would have to face on their first operation, the one that Mike had leaked to the other members only days ago. All of the operators were likely to use non-lethal ammunition for obvious reasons, as training would try to simulate different scenarios as accurately as possible. Usually, ex-members of Rainbow, trainees and non-military staff were hired to act as OpFor, being advised to be sporadic, unpredictable and somewhat outlandish. Most of the time, they tried to mimic what the White Masks had in mind, whether it was mock martyrdom or biochemical situations, all of them were highly lethal. It was difficult to accurately depict what an operation would be like. Franklin knew best that these were the things that didn't fully help those in the field, as it was much worse out there than it was in the confinement of Hereford's training outlets.[/color]