TWO DAYS LATER
Martin stood next to Danny and Julie in the open field just outside the treeline, the remaining Genome Shifters and Tari aligned behind them with thirty other Spartans. The battered and smashed hover bus was parked behind them. All of them were dripping with sweat from exertion their shirts tied in a haphazard fashion around their waists or heads, all of them adorned with cuts and bruises. One Spartan sat on the ground, his ankle black and swelled to the size of a tree trunk.
They had arrived expecting a work out, but little did they know how much a work out it was. The first thirty minutes was a standard warm up, with stretching exercises and minor calisthenics. The next five hours however proved to be something none of them had experienced since going through Basic Underwater Demolition training and in Tari's case nothing like he had ever experienced.
