Revolt: 2035

Will slowly walked into the gym, his black shirt sitting tightly on his frame underneath the large coat. He wiped the sleep and grogginess from his face before approaching the table, eyes scanning over the plethora of weapons. He glanced over at the teacher, a spark of actual concern going through her face for a split second. She saw him notice the look and she became stony again, retorting at him. "Are you sure you still want this setup McBride? In your condition? You can still take a team in with you." She crooned, smirking as he rotated his neck again. "I always take my exams alone. How many did you put in the course this time?" He huffed, eyes glaring at the door in front of him that lead to the two story mock up of a government building. She smirked before replying to his question. "Now that would ruin the fun. Briefings on the table as usual. I'm going to the observation deck. Oh, and good luck William, I really do mean it." She said, the small bit of compassion returning before she left the room, the door slamming behind her.

Will slid his coat off, revealing a long sleeve black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, the shirt tucked into a pair of camouflage cargo pants, the ends tied tightly into a pair of combat boots. He folded his coat before setting it on the open part of the table, other hand grabbing a combat belt and strapping it around his waist. He felt the knife on the back of the belt with pouches on the side. He drew the knife, balancing the rubberized knife and testing it's wait before sliding it back into the sheath. He then grabbed a shoulder harness, sliding it up his arms and tightening it around his frame, feeling the pouches on his right side and a pistol holster in his left. He lifted the first pistol he found in front of him, checking the ammo and racking the slide, fitting a suppressor and flashlight to it before sliding it into the sheath, grabbing a few mags of the training ammunition and stowing them under his right arm.

He then grabbed a few concussive grenades, tucking them into the pouches on the belt. He then grabbed a belt full of shotgun shells, throwing it over his shoulder and grabbing a cut down pump shotgun with a strap, striding towards the door purposefully. He slung the shotgun over his shoulder with the ammo, drawing a lock pick set from his back pocket, quickly getting the door open before drawing the knife with his left hand and the pistol in his right, gun aimed towards the darkness. The flashlight clicked on, the light revealing a long hallway leading to the compound. Will huffed lightly before starting forward, preparing for what was considered to be the special ops exam, his boots not making a sound as he approached.

 

Two rounds quietly sounded from Will's handgun, the stun rounds tagging two targets right in there spine, making their bodies freeze up and collapse. He saw them hit the floor with almost no sound, Will hiding in the corner with his gun level, waiting to see if anyone pulled the corner. After he was sure nobody would be coming to approach him he sheathed the pistol and grabbed one of the bodies, throwing open the door to the next room and dragging the first body in. He tucked it over near the desk and turned, coming out of the door with his pistol drawn. As he grabbed the second target by the scruff of the neck he saw a third pull the corner and as almost an instant reflex Will put three rounds into the man's chest, watching him collapse as he became numb. Will sighed as he continued moving the bodies. After he had moved them he pulled the filing cabinet down, setting it in front of the door, using a rug that was tucked under both the door and cabinet to hold it shut. "Shit... I need to talk to Hope... I need to get these things off my mind..." He breathed as all the thoughts of the executions, his hatred for the president, and his ideas that had rolled through his head about how he would go about overthrowing the government. He paced for a few seconds before drawing the pistol back, preparing to move forward in the exam.

 

Will huffed slightly as he hugged the corner, drawing the pistol and loaded a new magazine, the old one dropping into his other hand as he let the slide quietly rack forward. He peeked around the door frame, seeing the control room he was supposed to be hitting, seeing at least five people in the room. "Three civvies and two guards. Have to keep them down..." He rattled his idea off in his mind, grabbing a concussive grenade and ripping the pin out with his teeth, feeling the trigger fly from his hand as he switched sides on the door, rolling the grenade into the room with a fluid motion. He breathed lightly, doing what came naturally from his training. "One... two... three... Up and around..." He breathed, lifting his gun and turning as the grenade went off with a loud bang.

Will entered the room, gun level as he placed three rounds into both guards and quickly put the civilians on the ground. "Tie your hands and keep your face down!" He barked, trading the pistol for the shotgun as he quickly began tapping on the keyboard, watching a file upload as he searched the guards, grabbing a tablet with a wrist guard, strapping the tech to his arm and syncing it to the pad, watching the upload speed as he kept his gun level, making sure none of the civilians tried anything. Once the download finished the computer beeped once, a female voice retorting a set recording. "Detonation in eighty seconds. All personnel should evacuate the building now. I repeat, eighty seconds until detonation." Will rubbed his temple in irritation before barking at the three on the ground. "I'd get moving now!" He barked, starting towards the right and down the hall. As he made his way down the hall he heard the footsteps of both civilians and soldiers, marching in multiple different directions.

He felt his shoulder hit hard against the door to the fire exit as he threw himself into it, the frame creaking from the blow. "Shit... a shot's going to bring them here... Guess I have to move fast." He breathed, placing the barrel of the shotgun against the lock as he tugged a fire alarm. He pulled the trigger and felt the mechanism break under the force, the door giving as he stumbled his way down the stairs and he pumped the shotgun one handed as he quickly made his way out, the bells ringing loudly as he moved in the tight area, hoping to see someone he knew after this hellish exam. He grabbed a coat off the rack as he exited the stairs, pulling the collar up to see the exit in front of him, his guns hiding under the larger coat as he pushed past the guards and such. He stepped through the door and watched as the bright lights came into the observation deck, seeing all the teachers above him, hidden behind bulletproof glass. He heard applause echo from his 'audience' as he quickly emptied his gear from him, unloading the guns and tossing the grenades to the side, waiting for their verdict. "Very well McBride, you've passed. Very good performance in your exam. Nice use of the fire alarm during the escape when you broke the lock. That is all, dismissed." His teacher said, allowing him to leave. Will tossed the coat off before grabbing his from the rack that was beside the exit to the observation deck, noticing that the teachers must have moved it. As he stepped out he bumped into Jordan, noticing he was obviously heading towards his exams. "Oh hey man, sorry to bump into you, just on my way out." He breathed, eyes scanning Jordan to see that he was in as rough shape as he was.

 

Will turned, seeing Ellen behind Jordan before he finished his thought. "Oh, I just finished. Another wringer that the spec ops program throws us through. You finished yours yet? I'd love to grab a bite and maybe chat a bit." He said, running his hand over his face before finally admitting to seeing Ellen. "Morning Ellen. How are you doing this morning dear?" He said, a small slip of the tongue coming from how he spoke to Hope and Angel, his eyes hardening a bit after he realized what he said. He shivered a bit from lack of sleep as he stood their, waiting for Jordan to respond as he slid his coat on, flipping the collar of the coat up as he closed the front of it, not bothering to button it as it hung loose.

 

Will watched the other girl walk away with the same look she always did when she ran into him. It was a mix of disgust, hatred, and fear. It was odd, seeing someone who could drop him from 100 yards with a pistol show so much fear against him. He knew he was good at what he did, but he didn't really think he was one to instill fear. He was generally reserved, not talking to anyone but Hope, Angel, and occasionally Jordan. He shook his head before speaking to Liberty. "Morning Liberty. I'd ask how your doing, but it seems you have something urgent to take care of." He said, motioning towards the room Ellen had entered.