[b][centre]Vates - Sector Zero[/b][/centre]

Vates found himself sat on the cold concrete like floor outside of the barracks that he was assigned to. He was sat with a group of his fellow squad mates, all of which seemed just as tired or (in many cases) even more so. They all stretched out like cats against the refreshingly cold floor, sipping at their water flasks, trying to recover from the strenuous activities they had been engaged in all day. Vates had done well at every stage, and apart from the stage when he had to do weights, he was consistently one of the best performers. Many had been surprised by had good he was at hand-to-hand, capable of taking down most in the squad; however whilst he was alright with his blades, Roebuck suggested he might be better suited to a longer weapon like a spear because his strength failed against heavy blows. 

Vates was propped up against a wall and was facing away from his new friends and their assorted conversations, and towards the spectacle a short distance away. He listened as Hector announced the various squads and the abilities of each member within them. [b][i] "It makes you wonder what we would be capable off if we absorbed spirits like many of them must do."[/b][/i] Janus said, his voice taking on an unusual coldness and flatness. Before Vates could even register what Janus had said a large thumping begun shaking the ground around them - something big was approaching. 

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Finger steady. Shoulders loose. Sight on target, aim adjusted for wind, drag and time. It was an officer, a cruel bastard. He was renown for his ability to claw information out of his victims. He had been useful to her, but she was wasn't on his side anymore. Draws one breath and holds it. Finger tightens. Targets dead. She'll be long gone by the time his men even realise where the shot came from.