Wayland took up the same jog as earlier on his way to the gym, albeit this time a bit less enthusiastic. Sure, they'd still be piloting soon enough, "soon" wasn't the same as "now". As he exited the hangar, he looked back for one last, longing glance at his mechanical frame. Of course, he'd been to the gym before, so he knew the way well enough, and he realized that he'd need to go much faster if he wanted to get there in time. Wayland cursed his short legs and drove himself into a sprint, determined to get there in time. He'd been late before, and it just meant that he'd get to pilot his mechanical frame for an even lower amount of time, and that would not do. Mechanical Frame pilots were supposed to the best of the best, being late to training sure wouldn't place him in [i]that[/i] category.

What he lacked for in height and speed, Wayland made up for with endurance. Keeping up the run, he approached the doors to the gym. He silently hoped that the lecture would be short and to the point, though a lot of times they weren't. Curiosity filled him as he wandered what they would be doing today. The rumor around the Academy was that combat training was occurring today, which sure would be something special. [i]Well, soon you'll find out[/i], Wayland silently told himself. As he burst open the doors of the gym, still running, he realized that he was late. Red-faced and huffing rapidly from the run, he pulled himself up and into the line of pilots already present. Pulling himself into a clumsy salute, Wayland smiled sheepishly, staring forward at the instructor.