'Another medical check' Flint thought to himself as he was asked to step off the treadmill. The monitors showing his performance and heart rate. The vile of blood and urine he filled before where taken away to be analysed "Ok that's everything. See you next month" The doctor said as he left the medical bay. 'I know why we need them but I wish they weren't such a hassle' Flint thought as he began to walk to the security changing rooms. He removed his sports wear and began to strap into his body armour. It was thick and made the occupant able to take a few bullets to the chest without dying. Flint tied his laces then went to the armoury to get his guns. He swiped his Id card at every doorway which separated each corridor and room until he got to the armoury. He gave his card to the man behind the metal fencing and the man went off to retrieve Flint's gun. He returned moments later with a large box which slid through a small slot in the metal fencing. "Standard issue L85 IW Rifle , Standard issue M1911 Handgun, 3, 30 round STANAG Magazines, with 90 5.56x45mm NATO Rounds, 2 7-round standard detachable box magazines with 14 .45ACP Rounds." The attendant behind the mesh said in a dreary tone as Flint holstered the handgun and pocketed the ammunition into the correct pouches. Finally slinging the rifle on his shoulder. The numbers 117 Where engraved on both guns signifying them as Flints. "Don't lose them" The man behind the metal fencing sarcastically remarked as Flint left waiting for the usual call on his two way radio to signify what doorway or corridor he was guarding today.