*tik-tikatika-Kssshhhshshssssk!*

"Alright you guys, and galls... Line UP!"

The assorted ten made their way to a hastily sprayed down line of paint in the seaside warehouse. The three galls and seven men wore a gamut of clothes from all over the city as they faced off with one of their bosses who had a club over one shoulder as he wore the clothes of a dockhand instead of his 3 piece suit with a baton and a ball in his hand.

"You all actually got what it takes to want to know a little more. You want in on the big scores, you got to put a bigger bet on the table. This, is a baseball bat, tool of the American game as well as completely legal to keep in your car with a ball and a glove."

The old man spun around to get full momentum as he swung the club into a quick toss of the ball in his off hand. There was a resounding crack as it sailed off across the length of the storage. "It can also launch a half pound ball four-hundred feet. This, is a grenade." At this point the ten on the line run for cover behind crates while the clearly crazy old man pops the pineapple up and sends it flying into the crates to bounce around as a dud.

"YOU NEO-NAZI-NEANDERTHAL!" One of the prospects popped off behind the safety of a crates animosity, a white boy with a large nose barely past his bar mitzvahs. Apparently he has heard some of the truth of the rumor mill as the wildcat strolled over with a tuneless whistle and tapped the side of the crate he was hiding behind."You know...I like that one, I'll keep that and you keep this." He tossed an unpulled grenade in the kids lap and watched him freak out in his own ignorance.

"If you want to be the best, then you got to work with what you have. You are caught in a raid with a SWAT officer down, you take his grenade and nightstick so you can knock the grenade off to the side for a distraction or send those teargas cans right back at them! If you want to be better than the rest you got to be able to do more than what they will, you have to work around the long odds.

We are going to start with two teams, five on five then eight to two changing up the odds each time around. We are going to start with simple buyers exchange with one of you trying to ambush the other and the others trying to prevent from being ambushed. Kane, Finger, Miller, and oneil, one team. Wolfman, Breyfogle, Morrison, Sprang, team two. You two, come with me for a second."

He pulled the siblings to the side as he other four for each side went to opposite sides of the warehouse to start the first of the twelve hour training day... Wildcat wasn't pleased with some of Selinas methods so he had taken it onto himself to try and make something of an 'elite guard' to keep her safe. These ten would become the leaders of the next ten under them in a para-military fashion in order to keep a structure in the diamond claws.