"Report."
As Garcia smiled, a sergeant stood up from his seat and spoke.
"Continue."
"Yes, Captain! The passing conditions have been transferred to the students…"
The sergeant continued with his report.
"…And the other three sergeants and I are ready for the infiltration mission."
At this last point, a playful gleam lit up in the sergeant's eyes; they were bored with the same monotonous life in the barracks; they had not even been assigned to a mission to search for rebels.
So this 'special' mission was a breath of fresh air for their monotonous life, and a possible meteoric launch into their careers.
Captain García, who saw this, did not say anything. She herself was having fun with this training, so what else could she say?
"Well, start. You have free rein to decide the time and the modus operandi."
****
"Huuuuam, hey Alex, I think the mission was just to make us afraid. I haven't seen anyone, and team 3 hasn't reported any anomaly to us either."
Ivan, Alex's best friend, after a yawn, spoke to him at the meeting point. He hadn't realized it, but in the short week they had been training, military discipline was slowly becoming ingrained in them.
"Hey, Ivan, take it seriously. You know the captain is a sickly woman and she leaves no loose ends."
"A-Alex, you shouldn't talk about the captain like that."
While Alex spoke calmly, Ivan turned pale upon hearing his bold words. He looked everywhere as if there were spies even under the ground.
"Hey, we better not slack off. You never know when they might come."
****
"Sergeant Volkov, this is Sergeant Ramírez. We are all in position and ready."
Volkov, located on the outskirts of the institute, observed the situation. The view was not very good since the moon was half hidden in a dense fog. Behind him, the 3 sergeants were waiting for his order with broad smiles.
Volkov was the oldest of the 4 sergeants. He had a thick red beard and sharp green eyes, a scar crossing horizontally across the bridge of his nose, which was quickly covered with a black tactical mask.
Currently, the 4 sergeants were dressed in the attire of the special forces. Since the confederation army had not been in service for long, they still used the equipment of the great powers, in this case, a CSC26 ballistic helmet, with an intercom and its usual tactical mask, leaving only the eye area visible.
The rest of the body wore a black SWAT-style uniform. As it was a test for the cadets, the 4 sergeants had a small taser gun, tactical gloves, and, as a surprise, a small stun grenade, which made the sergeants smile.
"Gentlemen, our mission is to educate the future of the confederation. These children are still trying to come out of their shell…"
Volkov turned to look at his team. At this moment, only small flashes of his green eyes were visible in the darkness of the night, but the sergeants could sense his amusement as he spoke. They all pushed up their masks and lowered their night vision goggles.
"So let's teach them what eagle chicks are…"
While he spoke, he also lowered his goggles and turned around, activated his intercom so that the sergeants and García and the lieutenants stationed in the room could hear him.
"…those who have to learn to fly alone."
With a wide smile hidden under his mask, he raised his right arm, pointing two fingers towards the sky, and then pointed to the gym where the cadets were.