When the man finished talking we were immediately shuffled into columns. Each of my van mates were in different rows separated by at least one person. His bearing was immovable as he stared at us. His stare burned holes through each and every one of us it was almost like he despised as well as worshiped us.
"Each and every row will be scanned by a Staff Sergeant, then he will separate you by type once that is over You will be separated into a squad that'll help you train for a certain mission type. Your squadmates are going to your new family. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!"
Almost reflexively we yelled a resounding yessir trying to not make him angry at all.
*So marb, back home the officer said that our ability was called the king of twine. H-how are abilities like given... more accurately how do we each have a unique ability that is special to us alone.*
*For once an actual good question. Think of it as a representation of your personality. The fact that the main personality traits that you have make's you great for waiting out opponents. And if you get a little smarter creating trap's. The things we'll be able to do once we get out of this hell hole.*
*Can you please tone down the whole edgelord thing you got going on. It's not appreciated.*
In my line, I was the fifth person to get checked. As I was waiting fried was just staring at me from two lines over.
*D-do we know him marb, I don't like him just watching me.*
*Actually we're friends with him. Well were, you know how I'm kind of...merciless, well he'd a whole slew of horrible things. The most pronounced thing that his personality show's is his sly and conniving nature.*
*Oh so stay away. Like far away.*
*Yes, exactly.*
As my turn came around the scanning went just as fast as the last time the only difference were two new categories. Ability type and preferred combat style. The first one was pretty simple but the second one, that one seemed a little weird.
*Marb do you know what the second category means like I know what it mean's, but how do they know something that I don't even know.*
*Bram I am your consciousness you're thought's. I only know what you do.... well what you did know.*
"Squad 2.3 control."
The staff sergeant looked as if he didn't even want to be here. His voice was the epitome of monotone boredom. As he was talking, he pointed me to the second-row third squad.
"I thought we would be put in separate squad's. Not a squad with multiple sub squads isn't that more akin to a platoon or a battalion."
"It will all be explained by your instructor just get in line."
*Asshole*
*Agreed.*
As I got into my squad's line three other people stood next to me. One of them caught my eye, he wasn't nervous at all it was like he knew he was meant to be here.
"Hi, the names jones and the girls next to me is-"
"Charlotte, we met in the van that brought us here."
Bram gave a smile and waved to the two new people that were going to be his new family for the foreseeable future.
*Bram don't trust them just yet. We need to wait until we get inside to really talk and actually meet them and their thoughts.*
Nodding, there was one more boy that just stood there his eyes were almost dead. Like there was just a black hole in the center of his soul.
"That's Grayson, he kind of doesn't talk." Jones smiled as he introduced his...acquaintess? "We are also from the same van. We're from -"
"Gridance."
Before he could even ask about us charlotte cut in and answered for us. It really matter of factly, like she wanted to get the formalities out of the way so we can get into the nitty and gritty.