As Beelze's hallucinatory powers took hold of Kevin's mind, he just blinked. "Shape-shifting again, or did Vlad just pump you full of the serum they mixed up for me as well?" he queried. As Beelze headed towards Cam, he stepped after him. "I suppose if you can hold that form and keep the strength it gives you, that's neato and all, but it's not going to cut if it's only temporary. Besides, exercise is fun. Endorphins and all that. That's all I had to say." He didn't seem particularly frustrated or impatient. He gave a nod before he returned to his position around the front of the procession heading for the gym.

Prior to entering the gym and encountering Cam

Beelze turned his head back towards Kevin with a smile, "Oh you'll see, my dear Kevin." He knew Kevin must be interested in him at this point. All the easier to use him for Beelze's will. It was then that they entered the gym. He heard Vlad talking in the background about the activities, but paid no attention. Vlad knew his powers and personality, so he was of no interest or use to Beelze, yet.

Beelze noticed Cam sitting off to the side, not knowing anything about her. He saw the flower in her hair and decided on a topic to start off with. He walked up to her and stated, "Hello, miss. I never received the honor of knowing your name. I'm Beelze Marke, at your service."

"Felice I have already explained the rules. I expect you to lift more than 50 LBs since that is what you lifted when you came into the program." Vlad explained. Felice was one of the few he had made an agreement with. He was willing to reward those who cooperated. "If you cooperate you will get you be rewarded. If you do not you will be punished. I expect all of you to show some improvement from when you first joined the project.

The boy nodded at the explanation. "Bene. Purché non ti dimentichi..." Without further interruption, he strode over to the weights and began lifting, one at a time for a few repetitions each. True, he was far from the strongest in the room - incredibly far from it if what he thought that he heard earlier was true - but it wasn't the worst thing in the world for him to do.

As Felice headed off and got to work, so did Kevin. He, unsurprisingly, went straight for the 1000 lbs. Despite his slim, small frame, it didn't seem to pose much of a challenge to him. He turned to Felice with a grin. "Don't mean to overshadow you here, buddy. I truly don't!" he joked between a rep. After this went on for a while, he finally started to sweat ever so slightly. "Not bad, Vlad. But I still think we need heavier - especially as you put me through the next few phases." he called out.

Since Felice and Keven were on the weights Roxy decided to head to the leg machines. There was no one there yet. She could get that out of the way. She glanced at Vlad out of the corner of her eye. She wondered if he would protest her going out of order and screw up his precious data. She smirked not caring. He knew that she didnt follow rules well. Especially pointless ones.

Last to enter the gym was Limbo who was behind everyone. Inside, everyone had started training after Vlad gave instructions. Seems like they are to train their physical self through weights. "Weights.." he mumbled remembering his past training which was harsh. He has no trouble lifting some weights. In the organization, he was pushed to his limits and even past it, that's why he can lift somehow heavier weights than preferred for someone at his age. Though, he would rather train his speed or such, 'But this is important too, I guess..' he thought as he walked towards the weights.

Two people are already there and they seem really strong. His lifting ability is nothing to them, though it is not his specialty so it doesn't bother him. Moving to a position that's a bit far from them, he started his training. While he was doing so, Limbo saw Roxy go for the leg machines and wondered if that was alright. He continued lifting while observing what would happen.

"Roxy!" Vlad snapped "what are you doing?"

"Well Mr. Mad Science. I am following your orders and lifting weights." Roxy replied smartly.

Vlad stormed over to the leather clad girl and yanked her off the machine. He smacked her across the face. "You think your smart dont you. You know that I want you to do them in order for a reason.

"Oh yes sir." Roxy replied sarcastically. "We wold my want to mess up the data would we?"

Vlad smacked the girl again. "You're pushing your luck girl."

"My luck ran out the day I met you." Roxy snapped back.

Vlad smacked her again. "Guards take Miss Black back to her room." Instantly two guards grabbed the girl and forced her out of the room at gun point.

... And that what would apparently happen if you test the scientist's patience. Limbo watched Roxy as she was being forced to leave the room. 'I guess that's how serious Vlad is with this project,' he would be harsh to someone if necessary to ensure the success of it. He took note of this and remembered not to disobey Vlad, not like he would anyway. 'Orders are orders...' he repeated what he had been staying true to for all these years while he was in service.

Kevin glanced up for a brief moment at the commotion, then just as quickly lost interest. As if either sensing Limbo's displeasure or picking up his mumbling, Kevin called out to him, "Hey, it's not so bad! Back in basic training, you know the sort of stuff we had to go through? I mean, there was Fit to Win. That happened about..." as he stopped to think on it,, he held the barbell up with one hand as he scratched his chin with his free hand. He removed this hand from his chin and snapped his fingers as the answer came to him, then shifted to heft the barbell with both hands once more as he continued his explanation. "Week five. It was Week Five. Anyway, Fit to Win is a trial consisting of about 20 obstacles on a 900 meter long course. Running, jumping, dodging, climbing, traversing, vaulting, balancing, crawling. You name it. Be thankful they haven't got room for something like that down here, huh?" he grinned.

After a few more pumps, another thought came to him. "You know another rough thing about basic training? Gas chamber training. Happens about Week 3 or so. They put you in a chamber filled with tear gas. You're wearing a mask, of course, but the instructor taps your shoulder and keeps asking you questions. So you gotta take a big breath, close your eyes, take the mask off, answer the questions in one breath, and then put the mask back on as quickly as possible. Now -that- shit sucked!" he laughs.

The strong guy talked to him all of a sudden while they were training. He seems to have heard his mumbling, 'Kevin... was it? Does he have sharp ears too?', or perhaps mind reading. Limbo listened to him while he continued lifting. Seems like Kevin was talking about their training. He doesn't remember him saying anything about where he came from, but what he heard was quite harsh. His training was a bit similar, but the organization seems to have given him an easier one than these kind of training Kevin had. Perhaps they were still being somehow considerate of his young age.

Finishing with the gas chamber training, Kevin laughed. He had been pretty jolly in the eyes of Limbo, "Huh.. Must have been hard," he responded, fairly interested in what he said. "You're a pretty happy guy aren't you?" he looked that way to him since he had been the most energetic one among everyone here, must be optimistic, that or he's one of those they call an 'M'. Not that Limbo hate optimistic guys like that though. People like them can influence everyone's mood, mostly in a good way. It has been a while since the boy had heard or seen laughing like that. All he heard in the organization were snickers of the criminals that had dirty minds, thinking of crimes and such.

After his almost 300th lift, Limbo stopped and sat on a bench for a short break, 'Hopefully it's alright,' if not, he'll just go and start again. His stamina still isn't that good for some reason. He can still last pretty longer than most people though, he had his power to help him with things before too. Sitting there, he observed the others and readied himself to continue training once he feels like it's alright to or if Vlad tells him to.

Felice watched the scene between Vlad and Roxy play out before him with his usual look. So apparently, order did matter, though exactly why was beyond him. Wouldn't it have made more sense to have them at different stations and just get some assistants if he was that worried about numbers? Why not just post the numbers on the wall of the gym later to rank them in ability? That would give them a good base to judge each other's capabilities as well, rather than having to recall this particular session all the time.

...at least, that was his opinion. Not that these people would probably ever know.

He did have to admit that the girl's spirit was interesting, at least. He hoped that this wouldn't be the last time he saw it.
Eventually, after a while longer of lifting, he placed down his last weight: Sixty pounds. "Sessanta," he announced in a neutral tone before walking over to the machines. Before taking one, he took the time to stretch out his legs properly, since he saw no point in injuring himself in a hurry. One thing he really appreciated was when he wasn't in pain.

"Good. " Vlad commented. He notated the number on Felice's chart "Limbo is that all your going to do? Please move on if that is the case. Resting means that you probably can not do more effeciantly. And Keven we will be having an obstical race like that one in a couple of weeks." He signaled one of the guards over. The two talked for a few minutes. "Sargent Thomas is going to record you numbers while I go and take care of my rebel. Remember obedience will get you rewards."

As expected, resting is a no after all. Limbo only nodded and started lifting the weights again. He can actually do more, but he was used to not straining himself as well before missions, his stamina decreases during missions if such happens. However, since he's no longer an assassin of that organization, he has to get used to Vlad's ways and into training again. Do what he must in order to get better and become what Vlad expects all of them to become.

Felice really hoped that the soldier boy wouldn't give Vlad any other ideas; he really didn't want to deal with anything like the second thing he mentioned. Not that it would probably do the doctor any good if he was asked any questions, now that he thought of it. Or maybe he would make him answer just to answer. Either way, he hated the idea. Since he was about finished with his stretching, he started on one of the machines, just doing a few repetitions with each weight level before moving on to the next.

Vlad left the room. Heir tied down he hall to Roxy's room. He didnt know why she was acting up but he was going to end it now. "Alright Ms. Black. You know what to do."

The Sargent watched the teens taking careful notes. He knew his notes needed to be as complete as possible. If he missed anything he would be in serious trouble.

Finally finishing with the machine, Felice stopped and removed himself from it. "Novanta," he reported before he started stretching again. He wondered if the Sergeant would ever catch on to what he had done, but only briefly. That sort of thing really wasn't his problem, now was it? He would start running next, but not before he finished stretching again. Moving weights was supposed to be hard work, after all, and getting cramps was not fun.
...granted, when had he ever had 'fun' here?

Vlad returns alone thirty minutes later. "Alright everyone. Lets move on to the class. A classroom had been set up for you. You will access your classes through a computer. Ther computers have been set up to continue your current level of education."

Before Cam could respond, Beelze heard a dispute behind him between Vlad and Roxy. "He really gets serious about this whole thing, huh?" Beelze commented to Cam, "But there's always a way to get under people and have them on your side." Cam didn't respond. "Guess you're not much of a talker then. Cam was flat out ignoring Beelze. This won't be the last you've seen of me little lady, thought Beelze in an almost evil sense.

Since he was getting nothing from Cam he decided it would be best to get on with working out. Being quite fit, Beelze had no problem doing ten reps with 30 pound weights per exercise on each arm. He would start with curls, moving onto behind the head tricep lifts, and ending with sideways arm lifts to work out his shoulder muscles. Beelze completed ten sets of these, resulting in a total of 300 lifts all together. He worked out for endurance rather than gains. After that he moved onto the legs where he set the machine for 200 lbs. After a short time, Beelze finished doing 20 sets of 15 reps, taking a small break in between sets. The sergeant wrote some notes down as he went over to the water fountain for a drink. While he was drinking Vlad had come back into the room.

"Alright everyone. Lets move on to the class. A classroom had been set up for you. You will access your classes through a computer. Ther computers have been set up to continue your current level of education."

"Finally, a real challenge... hopefully," commented Beelze. He was quite intelligent and always wizzed through his classes. I wonder if they'll have any courses on quantum physics. Eh, that would be hoping a little to much, he thought. Beelze turned to Vlad, bringing his hand to his head in a saluting manner. "Right behind you, Sir," he mocked.

Felice turned toward the doctor as he announced the next activity. Computer classes? Not quite what he had been expecting.
Having finished his laps a while ago, he stood up from his spot on the floor where he had been completing cool-down stretches. As he waited to follow the others out, he couldn't help but wonder if the computers were set up for multiple languages. I guess we'll find out...

After Limbo finished lifting weights and then having some more exercises with the machines, Vlad returned and announced what's next on their schedule. Regular classes it seems, but this time through computers. Though, Limbo didn't really go to a school. He only read some books since he wasn't allowed to attend such. The books were useful though, he somehow managed to catch up to what he's supposed to be learning at his age. And in case anyone was wondering, the books were indeed stolen.

Limbo wiped his faced with a towel then walked towards Vlad and nodded at him. The lessons, he wondered about them as he stood there. Hopefully it is somewhere around his level. He wasn't even sure what level of education he has since he only read books. He just decided to follow Vlad as he'll see soon enough.