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Chapter 5 - Preparations

Now I'm going to fast forward a week ahead due to the fact that nothing really interesting happened other than me buying equipment, crying, and drawing.

After filling out forums I sat and waited for my number to be called. The numbers go from 001-100 before reseting back to 001. While sitting in one of the chairs I began to look around and saw that I wasn't the only one that was nervous over this draft shit. Many were shaking while others were staring off into another world.

I didn't shake nor stare off. My goal was to stayed grounded so that when my number was called I wasn't looking like a dunce not going up there.

"Number 001"

Hearing my number I stood up and walked into the room. The room was rather small. It had a desk and two chairs situated in front of the desk. Walking to the left chair and situated it so that I could see the door before I sat down.

The man behind the desk was around 50-60 give or take. He was clean shaved with Grey hair and light brown eyes.

"So you are Cain Winters."

"Yes, sir I am"

"Can I ask you a question young man"

"Shoot for it"

"Did you know that your file is classified? and we are not talking about some measly D rank classification but a Z rank classification."

"Z rank?"

"Z rank is the highest rank that one can achieve in both the awakened world and in the government world."

"Sir, with all due respect, are you sure that's possible? I haven't done anything deserving of a Z rank classification."

"I ask the person who gave me your file the same question. Don't take this the wrong way but you don't seem to have anything special about you."

"That's besides the point. Now you've been drafted and have already chosen your branch. So I'm just gonna give you the all clear stamp. call me irresponsible but, you don't have any medical issues so, I'll see you in bootcamp."

The man whom I didn't know the name of, pull out a file from his drawer and a stamp. Secondly he sent me out of the room.

Walking back into the waiting room, I look at the door then ask the attendant if I'm free to go. Giving me a nod, I left. Walking home, I began to ask why. why was my file Z rank? Could it have something to do with my mask? No, you can't get that rank from wearing a mask. what the hell.

Arriving home, I began to start packing my things. Tomorrow, I will be in boot camp with the marines. Why the marines? I don't know, but when I went to choose branches my body wouldn't listen to me. It was as if someone else took over.