1. Training
I never belonged here, ever. I was a gentle person with tan skin and green eyes. I didn’t… “Andrew Compton!” I heard the captain yell.
I love my last name.
I walked up to the captain as he flipped through his clipboard. “Andrew, you’re in the fifth battalion. My heart sank. The fifth battalion was for screw-ups to the society to get killed. But I was no screw-up. I slowly paced to the fifth section holding my sniper scope- turned -necklace. They all stood, armor on, pistols holstered.
“Troops of 2032, welcome to your battalion.” Nobody seemed welcoming though. There was a tall guy, a twitchy guy, a guy with red hair, a religious guy, and a muscular guy.
“Give Em’ Hell soldiers!” The captain yelled.
“Hoo-Rah!”
We marched into a simulation booth to determine which rank we’d have. We walked into the booth and it was devastating. I could see everything, feel everything, and even taste the air. I bent over and picked a couple blades of grass. I let them go, watching them blow away. Looking up, I realized everybody had a name over their heads.
Twitchy guy-Jason Dawn
Tall guy-Abe Strauss
Religious guy-Trent Dusk
Red haired guy-Will Baron
Built Guy-Ty Walker
So now I knew my team. We stepped through beautiful fields until suddenly darkness overcame the sky. The cloud became spiraling shades of grey and the world became dark. Clashing thunder lit up around us and it started raining.
“Alright let’s go!” Abe called. Distances away, we saw soldiers. Now we went to the weapon selection. This whole thing was virtual, but the guns were the realest things I’ve ever felt. I picked up the sniper rifle and it started to get heavy as we ran. “Hold your positions!” Abe ordered. We all stopped. Other positions advanced while I started picking people off. Jason was right next to me shooting an MP5, meanwhile, Trent proficient with a pistol. I also noticed something else about him. He almost closed his eyes when he shot like he was afraid to. He seemed my age, about 18.
“Advance!” Will started to yell. “We need to advance!” Will didn’t back down. “No we don’t, we need to let them come to us.” As the screaming bout went on, Jason got a funny look in his eye. “Jason, you okay?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. Eight seconds later, he charged towards the enemies firing. Abe started calling him, but the shots were too loud.
While looking at Jason, we noticed that in the sky was a goldish sphere with smoke following it. “Is that…” He started his question then finished it. “RPG!” (Rocket Propelled Grenade) I opened the chamber to my gun. “I got this, keep the enemies off!” Abe continued with a shotgun and Will shot his revolver, Ty used grenades. Trent was watching me. “It’s heading for Jason.” I fumbled through my box of bullets. Here it was, the only bullet able to stop rockets with such power, developed a year ago. I loaded my gun, pointed at the rocket and fired.
Two hundred yards away.
With a rocket going over 30 miles per hour,
And I hit it.
The bullet pierced the rocket and it curved upwards, exploded. Jason was on the floor in fear. “Advance! Advance!” Everybody seemed to listen. I dropped my rifle and fired my pistol. I shot a couple of guys, but my main concern was Jason. In the line of fire, I dropped down and called his name. “Jason, Jason!” I called. A noise buzzed as if the generator went out. I looked around to see we were in a huge hangar. Training was over. ‘Enemies destroyed.’ Everybody cheered. Training was over, but Jason still twitched.
“Jason.” I called again, “Jason.”
“TWITCH!” Ty yelled.
He got up. “What happened?”
That’s how he got his nickname: Twitch.
We went outside and got our real guns. We also got our pins saying how we acted in there:
Abe: The Leader- Spas combat shotgun
Ty: The demolitionist-explosives
Will: The Backup-Revolvers, M-16
Trent-Sidearm expert-glocks, pistols
Jason-The Brave/Twitch- Smg
Me: The Valiant/deadeye-sniper rifle

Deadeye? I was puzzled. Everybody passed me. “You sopped that rocket with one bullet. Abe patted my shoulder. “You’re a deadeye.
For once here, I felt proud.