Today was the day of combat training, or so that’s was the rumor going around the school. Ren was already inside the hanger talking to the maintenance mechanics about his MF. “So we could not get the camera huh?” Ren asked. “sorry kid, we tried in integrated the system but it won’t stay stable. We got the thrusters to work so you can move to place to place quickly and set up. But as you know once you start moving you might be spotted also you can't fly just glide on the surface so no crazy stunts like jumping off a cliff and trying to glide, you will put to much strain on the wings and you might burn out the engines.” Ren nodded, “What worst is that every time you fire the camo shimmer. So you need to make all your shot count. We tried to counter act the effect but…”

“Yeah, I know. But in war you might have to do all the things you just told me not to do. But I understand this is just training so I won't be doing any of that.” Ren said.

Ren wore the stander uniform for the academy all black with white trimmings, but the jacket he left the top 3 button unbutton and open and under he wore a white shirt. The choker around his neck was not too tight, but it did bare a cross. It was the last thing his father gave him before he left to fight in the war. Watching some of the other students enter the garage, they all looked to excited. Ren was not. He was there for one thing only; to be the best support anyone has ever seen. The one girl who was also a sniper seemed to be out of place. Her ditsy attitude really put him on edge. She didn’t look like a girl who would take anything seriously. No matter, his father always said looks can be deceiving. So he would no judge her abilities until after combat.

He was not sure what to make out of the group he would be paired up with, all he knew is that he would watch their asses. He climbed into the MF and started to run diagnostic check. His MF has so many moving parts that he needed to make sure they were all in working order. One missed check could mean not only the death of his team but his own death. Once all system was green he placed his right hand on his cross and rubbed it with the tips of his thumb and his index finger. He closed his eyes, “Father, give me strength.”

He opened his eyes, “ok ghost lets stand,” placing his hands on the controls the cockpit closed and then the lights and monitors turned on. The cameras on the outside displayed everything outside in extremely high definition. The MF eye flashed then it rose to its feet. The Sniper rifle was on the wall behind him. He would not grab it until it was time to head out to the training field. The back of his MF there is a place for the rifle, there is a diagonal made just for it so the doesn’t scrape the ground. But he is force to walk because the rifle blocks the wings and his thrusters, although he prefers to walk and run anyway. He only uses the thrusters if he needs to quickly move from place to place.

"HEY! What are you doing? GET OUT OF THAT THING!" A voice came from below it was one of the instructors, "Oh I'm sorry, I thought i was suppose to get in I will get out right now." Ren got our and stood next to his MF waiting for further instruction. Good news is that everything was in working order. He walked to where he was suppose to be meeting up and waiting for instructions. There were a few people there non who he wanted to socialize with so he leaned up against the wall waiting for the CO to come in once inside he would fall in line and wait for orders.