"You've aced your combat and tools courses over the past three months, it is well past time you met your gun trainer and began serious weapon training. You'll find Alamanda in stall three of the gun range on the far east end of the gym. I must warn you that Alamanda leaves no room for mistakes, she's the very best in the world. Good luck and Good day." She left the doorway of my room, leaving me leaning against it; very annnoyed. I've been here for nearly two months and the only person I've been able to get to know is Tanya; my trainer. I see second and third year students with tons of free time, and thus, friends but all of us first years are training non-stop. My English has barely improved at all because with Tanya the conversation is mainly grunting and yelling, mainly our fists do all the talking. I make a snap desision, It will be perfectly O.K. for me to be twenty minutes late for a three-hour trainging session with a crazy German chick. I strap on the four-inch heeled, buckle-covered black ankle boots and walk confidently out of my room, When I had just started I'd used a camera to look through the walls of my room. In the process I'd seen a very, very handsome, muscular guy nextdoor. In two months I hav'nt met him yet. Besides, what harm can skipping class to meet a handsome third year do to my reputation? I've noticed that he spends alot of time training in the Gym; so I head over there, afterall, thats where the gun range is, what if I were lost, and late for my gun lesson?
I jog through the Gym; having spotted him on the far end. I carefully arrange my face to a flustered, worried mask. Quickly, I pull out a messed up mask from my back pocket and hide my face in it. Timing it just right I collide with him, knocking both of us down in a tangled heap of arms and legs. He's on his feet so fast I don't even see him move. He offers his hand to me, pulling me easily to my feet. "Are you O.K.? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been swinging during chin-ups." Pertending to be flustered and lost I smile quickly and make a vain attemp to straighten my tangled map, "Hi, I'm fine, It's my fault, I'm sorry, like really, really sorry, I should have been paying attention, I'm Marliegh."
"James, are you lost? The campus is huge, and rather confusing at times." I f he was embarressed at being shirtless and sweaty you never could have guessed, " Yeah, I guess I am pretty lost, I was supposed to go to the gun range for a lesson with,,,,Alamanda? I think her name was, the fact that I'm late scares me because apparently she will NOT tolerate that." He laughs, a pleasent, deep sound, that reminds me of the church bells in Paris " I'd be scared to make Alamanda mad too, she was my trainer once and she broke my arm when I was late once. The gun range is right over there through that door. I have to go but I hope to see you around soon, Bye!" He points me through a large, green door and leaves. I walk through and find stall three, a pretty young girl shoots five, perfect rounds into the bullseye of a target then turns to me, "Hallo hässlich, You're late.

Why pick Marliegh as a leader?
Well, Marliegh has always shown the skills and abilitys of a true and natural leader.
For one she as a high sense of self-sacrifice and is always willing to take the brunt of a situation to protect her teamates.
She also is quite a charmer and both men and women find themselves doing as she says.
Along with theese skills she, at 16 alredy speaks 7 languages and is quite well traveled. Jetlag has never bothered her and she is a born delagater.
Following is a story of just how good a leader this fearless young woman is.
 
Five years ago.....
 
We ran through he forest, feet pounding in tune with our racing hearts. Branches scraped at our arms and faces, we were headed towards the city lights our troublesome prosuers barely 3 yards behind us. Even though I wasn't the oldest I was the leader, I don't know why, I just was. Thomas, at 13 was the oldest, he had a strong build and soft, large brown eyes. He ran by my side as always, my right-hand man, always there for me. Just behind us and to the right was 11-year-old Elsie, her slight-build and asian eyes made her seem younger than any of the others, but Jerome runnning just behind her was the youngest at ten-years-old his blinding red curls did't make disapering easy, but he was excelent at it. The people chasing us, we didn't know who or why, but they were intent on catching us, even if it meant killing us. The Eiffiel Tower above us, with out stopping my fevered run I whispered to Thomas "Climb it, take the others and climb it, as high as you can, climb it NOW." I stopped and the other ran on and climbed up, as quickly as they could. As soon as I had couunted the bobbing, weaving, climbing heads I began my climb, moving as quickly as I could, which, I have to say is really, really fast, but it wasn't fast enough. I was maybe 20 feet up, watching my little crew move up about 10 yards ahead of me and listening to the groans and curses of the men maybe ten feet below me. I was moving quickly, thinking myself to be out of their range of attack, when I slipped, It was minor, I fixed it and started climbing again in maybe 20 seconds. But it was enough time for one of the men to load their gun, I heard an incredibly loud BANG just as a ripping pain tore through the center of my calf. I started to fall pain and sleeplessness hindering my vision.
 

I fell.
Peacefully as in a dream from above, so far away, I heard my crew screaming my name, From below came gleeful laughter. I hear myself distantly calling out, "Thomas, take them , don't come back. ever!" Then hard contact with the ground.
 
Pain. Blinding pain. Can't breathe, can't move, nothing but pain, and something wet spreading around me. Pain. Can't see. Can't breathe. Can't move. Blackness. Blackness and sweet, sweet peace.
 
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