Training Grounds
Carde Estate
Iceland
Karma was late. Then again, it was a trait that the girl had perfected. In fact, it had gotten to the point that Nolan had started to tell her that training began earlier than it did; just to have her on time. It was disconcerting, having an adult that knew her so well. Either way, she was nearly bouncing with excitement as she got dressed. This was the first training session that had come with an outfit regulation. It was something new, something unexpected. It meant the training would be new, and a new challenge. Pulling on the black tank top and sliding the camouflage khaki shorts over her hips, Karma glanced at the window, where the darkness of predawn was hiding the world from the her eyes. Once both fingerless gloves were on, and her shoelaces tied, she stopped at her door, her eyes going to the package that Nolan had sent in advance.
Tugging open the small package, she blinked at the note on top.
Black,
Welcome to Alpha Team.
You will unarm yourself at the training ground. You are allowed to keep one weapon of choice on your person, and know you may pick weapons on site.
In this package you will find your identification and rank. Wear both to the field.
N.C.
Shaking the contents of the box onto her bed, Karma eyed the dogtag and bandana. The dogtags were standard, two on a chain, one with Black|#0001, the other with an A, only the line that crossed the A was replaced with a knife. Slipping the silver tags over her neck, Karma turned to the bandana, examining the black cloth with a raised eyebrow. The same symbol from the dog tag, only in red and white, with a yellow crown around the apex of the A. Folding it carefully, Karma tied the bandana around her forehead, tying it to the side so that the symbol was over her temple.
Standing, she made her way through her bedroom door, sneakers silent against the floor as she navigated through the hallways. She pulled a lollipop from her pocket, pausing to check the flavor before unwrapping it and sticking it into her mouth. It was cherry.
Pushing through the doors that led out back, she paused for a second to let her eyes adjust to the harsh white light of the coupled spotlights illuminating the semi-circle of stacked army green ammunition boxes forming a tall barrier between the back door and whatever else was in the backyard.
Geoffrey stood beside an table, gesturing to it silently. A sign on it read simply 'Weapons', and without further ado, Karma started pulling off her daggers, placing them neatly on the table by size and location, from the biggest at the small of her back to the smallest ones that were usually up her sleeves, to the thin ones she had... elsewhere. Soon, all of the ten or so daggers were laid out, along with both of her guns. Picking the one that Nolan had gotten her for her birthday - magical, just like his - she shoved it into the back of her waistband and looked up at Geoffrey. He, in return, gave her a glare.
With a challenging glare, Karma stared him down until she was distracted by the sound of rapid gunfire, and explosions from behind the tall wall. She craned her neck to see around him, but was blocked by the man's outstretched hand.
Sighing, Karma began to take off the rest of her hidden daggers.
Carde Estate
Iceland
Karma was late. Then again, it was a trait that the girl had perfected. In fact, it had gotten to the point that Nolan had started to tell her that training began earlier than it did; just to have her on time. It was disconcerting, having an adult that knew her so well. Either way, she was nearly bouncing with excitement as she got dressed. This was the first training session that had come with an outfit regulation. It was something new, something unexpected. It meant the training would be new, and a new challenge. Pulling on the black tank top and sliding the camouflage khaki shorts over her hips, Karma glanced at the window, where the darkness of predawn was hiding the world from the her eyes. Once both fingerless gloves were on, and her shoelaces tied, she stopped at her door, her eyes going to the package that Nolan had sent in advance.
Tugging open the small package, she blinked at the note on top.
Black,
Welcome to Alpha Team.
You will unarm yourself at the training ground. You are allowed to keep one weapon of choice on your person, and know you may pick weapons on site.
In this package you will find your identification and rank. Wear both to the field.
N.C.
Shaking the contents of the box onto her bed, Karma eyed the dogtag and bandana. The dogtags were standard, two on a chain, one with Black|#0001, the other with an A, only the line that crossed the A was replaced with a knife. Slipping the silver tags over her neck, Karma turned to the bandana, examining the black cloth with a raised eyebrow. The same symbol from the dog tag, only in red and white, with a yellow crown around the apex of the A. Folding it carefully, Karma tied the bandana around her forehead, tying it to the side so that the symbol was over her temple.
Standing, she made her way through her bedroom door, sneakers silent against the floor as she navigated through the hallways. She pulled a lollipop from her pocket, pausing to check the flavor before unwrapping it and sticking it into her mouth. It was cherry.
Pushing through the doors that led out back, she paused for a second to let her eyes adjust to the harsh white light of the coupled spotlights illuminating the semi-circle of stacked army green ammunition boxes forming a tall barrier between the back door and whatever else was in the backyard.
Geoffrey stood beside an table, gesturing to it silently. A sign on it read simply 'Weapons', and without further ado, Karma started pulling off her daggers, placing them neatly on the table by size and location, from the biggest at the small of her back to the smallest ones that were usually up her sleeves, to the thin ones she had... elsewhere. Soon, all of the ten or so daggers were laid out, along with both of her guns. Picking the one that Nolan had gotten her for her birthday - magical, just like his - she shoved it into the back of her waistband and looked up at Geoffrey. He, in return, gave her a glare.
With a challenging glare, Karma stared him down until she was distracted by the sound of rapid gunfire, and explosions from behind the tall wall. She craned her neck to see around him, but was blocked by the man's outstretched hand.
Sighing, Karma began to take off the rest of her hidden daggers.
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