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3:00 AM, the sun wasn't up. Nothing was up. Except for thirteen people.
Twelve of them were part of the Midnight Fenrir and the last was
someone the Fenrir had known for five minutes and already hated. "I am Drill Sergeant Williams!" the man yelled, "And for the next seven days, you are mine!" Williams bent down and grabbed a half meter long cylinder, then pushed a button and a spark of electricty shot out from one end, "This is a Military Issue Recruit Disciplinary Device. A cattleprod in lamen's terms. You will address me as Drill Sergeant and you will address the MIRDD as PAIN. Is that clear?" "No sir!" LG said, "That appears to be an opaque cattleprod." "Who said!" Williams demanded, "Which one of you scum bags said that! No, who is the leader!" "I am sir!" William Drake said. Williams walked toward him and rammed the cattleprod into his stomach. William dropped to his knees writhing in pain. "For every time one of you fucks up, I am going to shock the shit out of Drake here. And for everytime he fucks up, I am going to shock the shit out of each and everyone of you. Do you know why that is?" "Because he would have to answer for our mistakes and vice versa!" Rondell said. "Good job jackass! You spoke out of turn!" Williams said as he shocked both Rondell and Drake, "Now then...Cadet Links, what is the method to my madness?" "Because we would have to pay the price for his mistakes and he would have to pay the price for our mistakes," Noel said. "Good job. Now, we will begin the day's activities with some lighr calisthenics. You will run five miles and proceed to go through a two mile obstacle course. You'll take an hour break to eat or what not and continue to do that. If you do not complete this task within the time limit you will be shocked. You will continue to do this until every single one of you finishes the calisthenics within the time limit of two hours. After that is accomplished...we will go the firing range." |
