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[color=#656238][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] Undisclosed location[/sup]
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[i]The early morning air was crisp, nipping at the skin of those standing out among the wood. All around them the ground was still damp from the prior day's downpour, though it didn't stop the two men grappling in the mud just a couple of feet away from where Jacob stood. Luke, the recruit currently grappling with their lead (Beck, former Navy SEAL and a Cold War veteran) managed to get a solid punch in, knocking their lead sideways where Luke took his opportunity and tackled the man to the ground, holding himself up over Beck trying to land more blows. Without hesitation, Beck wrapped his legs up and around Luke's torso before pulling himself up. The weight switch throwing Luke back just enough that he was forced to place a hand back behind him, opening up the perfect opportunity for Beck to twist to the side and reach around with his right arm to grab Luke's arm firmly planted in the mud. Using his left palm he quickly jams it just above the recruit's wrist and using Luke's own weight against him, Beck fell back into the mud, locking Luke into a Figure 4 armlock. Or as some might call it, a Chicken Wing. Beck forced his legs out straighter as his upper body began to lean back, applying a bit of pressure on Luke's locked arm. It wasn't much longer before Luke tapped out of the hold.[/i]

[i]Jacob stood quietly with his arms folded over his chest, watching as the two got up and dusted themselves off, Luke wandering back to join the guys standing around in the circle. Beck leaned down and picked up a Kabar knife off the dirt floor before turning to walk straight over to Jake with the knife held out to him. Jacob's eyes fell to the blade before finding their way back to Beck's, slowly taking it as he stepped into the center of the circle of warm bodies surrounding them. They'd been out here near an hour, the sun was just barely clearing the line of trees on the hill to the east, sunlight filtering through the ones that surrounded them. Jacob was grateful that the beams of light were mostly behind him, but that could have been something Beck had done intentionally. There was always a catch, and luck was never on your side. Not here. Jake already knew Beck liked to play those mind games. Make you think you've got the upper hand and then would turn around and shove your nose right in your own shit mistake.[/i]

[i]"Kill me," Beck said, a hint of a grin playing at the corner of the man's mouth. Jacob took a deep breath, rubbing his thumb over the pommel of the Kabar as he held Beck's gaze, jaw clenching tightly as he let the breath go. Jake pushed forward, and as he did so, quickly switched the position of the knife to face forward as he charged Beck. Before anything could fully register to Jacob, Beck stepped off to the side letting the knife slip between his arm and abdomen where he then grabbed Jake by the upper end of his forearm, sending Beck's right fist sailing into his's jaw. Jake grunted, lip curling in almost a snarl as he attempted to pull from Beck's grip and land his own blow again but Beck's elbow pulled sharply right back into the other side of his jaw, knocking him a bit off balance. With his balance out of wack, Beck pushed Jake's still-locked arm back and used his elbow to shove his head down, forcing Jacob to flip mid-air. There was no telling what was going on till Jake was laying flat on his back with the wind nearly knocked out of him, the knife he still had firmly grasped in his hand held right over his throat. Jacob swallowed hard, looking up at Beck as their lead looked out at the rest of the recruits.[/i]

[i]"People think you can slice a man's throat like this. That's only in the movies." Moving the tip of the blade down a bit just above Jake's trachea, Beck applied a bit of pressure to the area. "Do it. Right there. No noise, no mess." Beck lightly tapped the pommel of the knife with his free palm, the action causing Jake to blink. His life quite literally flashing before his eyes. Of course, this was training, but the thoughts were still there. It's that simple. [b]Gone.[/b] Beck stood to his feet with Jake quickly doing the same once the blade was off his throat, dusting his hands off trying to rid himself of the mud that was caked on them. Their lead quickly tossed the knife down in front of another recruit, stepping back from the two to the outer edges of the circle. "Price, you're up."[/i]

[i]Exchanging a look with Beck before his eyes came back around to face Price, Jake looked on at the man picking up the knife before him. Price stood a good two to three inches taller than Jake and had at least thirty, maybe even forty pounds on him. All muscle. Jacob took in another calming breath as he waited for his opponent to charge him, staggering his stance a bit to ensure he'd be able to move any direction he would need to in order to dodge Price's advance. In a split second, Price had taken one, two extended steps to close the distance between him and Jacob, slicing lazily through the air which was quite easy for Jake to dodge. A quick jab at his side just as Jake had done to Beck, he stepped to the side and met the blade with his own hand, gripping it firmly. The two young men stood there a moment straining against the other's force before Jake quickly ducked his shoulder under Price's arm, his free hand grabbing onto Price as he pulled down on his arm and lifted up, forcing Price into a similar flip Beck had just previously done to him. Price slammed into the ground with a loud [b]thud[/b], groaning angrily as he got up and watched Jake toss the knife away.[/i]

[i]"The fuck, Beck?" Price practically growled at their lead. Jake looked over at Beck at Price's protests, a bit of a smirk on his lips. "Who grabs the fucking blade-" Before he had the time to fully turn back to look at Price, Jake was knocked sideways by a blow that almost put him on his knees, only just catching himself with his hands before he could collapse. Turning his eyes on Price now, this time, a red haze clouding his vision as he launched himself back at Price with full force, grabbing him around his waist and with all his might, lifting the guy up off of his feet to then slam him into the ground. Jacob quickly began to land a frenzy of hits on Price, getting one in anywhere he could as Price tried to defend himself with his arms held up to protect his face.[/i]

[I]Letting a few land, Price seized an opportunity and wrapped his arm around Jake's, using Jake's weight against him to roll him off to the side, trying to get the upper hand on him. As they rolled to the side, Jake shoved his hand up into Price's jaw, keeping him out at arm's length as he tried to pull his leg up and wrap it up around his throat but couldn't get the angle he needed to achieve the hold. Instead, Jacob quickly whipped around and knelt over Price, landing a couple of blows to Price's face before Price firmly planted a foot into Jake's chest and kicked him off of him.[/i]

[i]The two quickly scrambled to their feet, but not before Price had the chance to snag the Kabar off the ground from where Jake had thrown it. Jacob's jaw clenched as he eyed the knife in Price's hands, staring down his opponent. "Come on you fuckin' pussy, let's go!" Price motioned for Jake to make an advance first, Jacob's eyes trained on the young man before him.[/i]

[i][color=#656238]"You're the one with the blade, man. Really think you're the [b]pussy[/b], here, for not making the first move."[/color] [b]That did it.[/b] Price lunged forward and began slashing at Jake again, this time catching him across the chest. Jake retreated back a couple of steps to glance down at his shirt which was now seeping dark liquid through the black fabric, turning his eyes back on Price as he came back at him again but as Price closed in Jake's feet were swept out from under him by Beck, knocking him on his back into the mud. Before he could do anything about it, Price was on top of him, landing a blow across his face with the knife still in hand, slicing open Jake's cheek in the process. The metallic taste in his mouth was the only indicator he'd been injured, the pain not even registering to him at this point as the adrenaline pulsed through him.[/i]

[i]As Price came back in to land another blow to Jake's face, Beck sent a quick jab directly into his jaw, knocking him off-course. Price's lip curled as he glared at Beck, turning back to Jacob as the two began grappling in the mud once again. "Gotta have eyes in the back of your head." Just as Jake thought he was getting the upper hand again, a shot rang out over his head causing him to jump, the sound ringing through his ears. Price was back on top of him, the two rolling through the mud as Beck continued to talk to the other recruits. "You flinch, you die. Scorpius is about the mission, it ain't about you. If you go down out there, you're a ghost. You don't exist. No one's coming back for you."[/i]

[i][color=#BA55D3]"Jake?"[/color][/i]

[i]Jacob came to an abrupt stop, the voice calling out his name was familiar. Like it was from another life. The voice caused him a momentary distraction, a moment too long though, as Jake turned his attention back just in time to realize the knife was at his throat again, this time though, piercing through the skin. Jacob began to choke on his own blood as his vision began to blur. As the light around him completely faded and left him in blackness, Jake could hear the voice calling out his name again.[/i]

[i][color=#BA55D3]"Jake.. Jake!"[/color][/i]

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[color=#BA55D3][sup][b][u]Location[/u]:[/b] Deimos Cabin[/sup]
[sup][b][u]Interactions[/u]:[/b] Heathcliff & Jacob Griesheim {self}[/sup][/color]
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The daughter of Deimos had made the best of her time since Ezra had made his leave, having gone downstairs into the kitchen to whip herself up something to eat. During said time, she'd gone upstairs to check on her other brother Jacob who was still sleeping soundly upstairs, taking the initiative and cooking up extra so she could share a late breakfast with him. Steak and eggs. Having split a rather large ribeye steak, Dany made scrambled eggs for herself and sunny-side-up for her brother, just the way he liked them. With Heath right on her heels as she made her way upstairs with the two plates in hand, Dany tried shooing the hellhound away with her foot but it was no use. The monster was relentless, especially when food was involved.

[color=#BA55D3]"Heath, go on! This isn't for you."[/color] What a bunch of help that was. Knowing she was never going to rid herself of her furry stalker, she balanced her plate on her arm to free up a hand in order to open up Jacob's door. Carefully taking the plate back in hand, Dany slipped into her brother's room with Heath pushing past her to go straight over to where Jacob's rabbit Doc was laying in his bed on the floor, roosting the poor hare from his own slumber.

[color=#BA55D3]"Heath, leave him alone!"[/color] she whispered sternly at her canine, rolling her eyes as she once again balanced her plate on her arm, reaching over to gently shake Jacob's shoulder. [color=#BA55D3]"Jake. Jake! Wake up. I've got breakfast for y-"[/color] Before Dany could complete her sentence, she could feel Jake reaching a hand up to grip her arm as he shoved his other into the inside of her elbow, forcing himself up as he pushed his weight into her, flipping her up over the bed as the two plates crashed over the bed and onto the floor. Without thinking, Dany quickly brought her knee up into Jake's side and pushed him back over, nearly tossing both of them over the edge before Dany saved them both. She hadn't realized she was holding up a fist until she saw the look in Jacob's eyes going back and forth between her face and her hand, dropping her hand down onto his chest as she sat back on her heels. Dany turned to look behind her at the mess all over the floor, Heath already making himself useful by [i]cleaning it up[/i]. The daughter of Deimos sat there a moment just staring at the mess before turning on her brother, sternly gazing down on him.

[color=#BA55D3]"This is why we can't have nice things."[/color] Her brother's face turned bright red followed by an apologetic smile, mouthing the word 'sorry' as they both got up from his bed. Dany sighed heavily before helping Jacob strip his bedsheets, eyeing her brother's messy bedhead with a smirk. [color=#BA55D3]"How 'bout you go get ready, and I'll clean this up. Heath's just about got it spotless, anyway."[/color] Dany chuckled lightly, balling up the bedsheets in her arm, shoving her brother towards his shower with her free hand before picking up the plates from the wood floor. [i]Thank the gods it wasn't carpet.[/i] [color=#BA55D3]"We can head up to the Pavillion when you're done. Hopefully they have something good, today."[/color] Dany scooted a very satisfied-looking hellhound towards the door, shutting it closed behind her as she made her way back down the stairs to put the plates in the sink and the sheets in the wash. Jacob was lucky she loved him. Had it been Ezra, she'd have made him clean it up by himself.