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Furdel was sitting at his desk in the hotel looking over a list brought to him by Marshal. He had photocopied it into his computer.

"These are the two hundred best candidates? Some of these look a little shaky." Furdel commented

"Well they were the best two hundred who were willing. Four from each state, so that you don't loose them to the training. So what exactly IS your plan? The youngest here is 17 and the oldest is 20. And they all aren't exactly the top notch of shape. What do you want me to do?" Marshal asked. Furdel looked up at him.

"I want you to buy them all a ticket and a bus ride to somewhere where we can all meet and discuss the conditions of this. Explain them the exact nature of the training and what will happen. I will be in attendance. Until then, say NOTHING to the press. About anything."

"Well, I'm not used to taking orders from someone below me but... OK." With that Marshal left the room. Furdel rested his chin on the tips of his fingers and let out a low purr.

*Later, at Fort Benning, Georgia*

Furdel Paced on a rock outcropping in front of two hundred awestruck cadets. His tail swished through the air as he walked, waiting for the sign to begin. When the techhies in the back gave him the all clear he stopped and turned to the cadets. Marshal had informed him they had all been taught basic drill movements so they could get on with training.

"CADETS, ATTENTION!" He yelled out over the crowd of cadets. He smiled as they all snapped on unison. "THATS WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR! YOU LADIES AND GENTLEMEN ARE LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE BEEN SELECTED TO REPRESENT YOUR STATE IN A NEW BREED OF SOLDIERS. USING RECENT SCIENTIFIC ADVANCEMENTS, WE ARE CREATING THE BEST OF THE BEST SOLDIERS IN THE WORLD! OUR BUDGET ONLY ALLOWS US TO CARRY 100 CADETS, MEANING THAT BEFORE THE FINAL STAGE OF TRAINING IS OVER, HALF OF YOU WILL NO LONGER BE HERE. MY GOAL IS TO HAVE TWO OF YOU FROM EACH STATE FINISH! YOU WILL HAVE THE WEIGHT OF YOUR STATE ON YOUR SHOULDERS. YOU WILL BE SQUADS OF TEN, WITH FOUR SQUADS TO A PLATOON. EACH PLATOON HAS ONE SET OF BARRACKS. I WILL BE WATCHING YOUR PROGRESS THROUGH BASIC! DO YOUR BEST! DRILL SERGEANTS!" At this the drill sergeants in front of him snapped to attention. "TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR PLATOONS!" Furdel snapped them a salute and executed an about face. Walking off he chuckled at the sound of Drill Sergeants yelling in the face of the new recruits.

*two weeks later*

Furdel watched as a group of cadets ran through the obstacle course. As they failed for the third time, he decided to step in. He had several Drill sergeants run the course with him and had the cadets run alongside them as they went through so that they would see how to properly go through. When he rolled out of the end of the barbed wire crawl, he clapped his hands to get the sand off of them. He turned to the cadets.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING, CADETS? THAT'S EASY AS PIE! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU FAILING SOMETHING THIS SIMPLE? IF YOU CAN'T HELP EACH OTHER THROUGH THE COURSE AND DO IT IN A TIMELY MANNER, I'D HATE TO SEE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO YOU ON THE BATTLE FIELD!" He turned away from them and let the Sergeants take over. He noticed a hummer pulling up to the course so he watched it. Several familiar faces stepped out, and he walked over to greet them.

"Marshal, ma man! How's it goin? What are you doing this far from your cushy office in DC?" Marshal gave a sly grin.

"I'm doing good Furdel! Looks like you got your hands full with these bunch of cadets here." Furdel turned his head to look at the cadets as they failed yet again. He turned back to Marshal and shrugged. "They appear to be pissing off the Sergeants... not a good move. How many times have they failed?"

Furdel shook his head. "A lot. You trained a shit ton of people for your special group, how about going over there and giving them some help? And who are your friends here?" Furdel looked at the other people who had gotten out of the hummer with Marshal.

"Ahh, yes, you know Griffon here," Griffon gave a slight nod. "General Peterson, head of this here facility," Peterson shook Furdels hand. "Colonel Andrea, she's Peterson's assistant and is here to document all of the happenings." Andrea looked up from a tablet and smiled, before returning to work. All five of them walked back to the course as the cadets failed yet again. Marshal walked over to the group and started talking to them, waving off the Drill Sergeants. He talked to them for several minutes, giving advice before heading back to the rest of the group. The cadets lined back up at the start and ran through the course again. When the last one crossed, they were past time, so failed, but they finished for the first time.

"What did you tell them, Marshal?" Furdel asked, looking questioningly at Marshal. Marshal turned and looked at him.

"Gave them some advice on where they were failing and stressed teamwork. Hopefully now that they finished they actually will be able to pass this time."

"Well if they don't pass by dinner, they are all getting cut. I can't have that in my group." As he said this he heard cheering and yelling. He looked up to see that the cadets had passed the course, and noticed the Sergeants were actually congratulating them. "Well, guess they survive another day." Furdel said as he got up and walked over.

*weeks later*

Furdel walked into the barracks of one of the platoons. roughly fifty cadets had left, leaving the remaining 150 slightly dejected. Upon entering, the platoon leader called them all to attention.

"At ease, cadets." Furdel said, and they all went to at ease. "To day, Y'all'll be beginning combat training. Leadership, teamwork, and listening will get you farther, much farther, than brute strength. Y'all are one of the weakest platoons in terms of strength, I ain't gonna lie. However, I know for a fact that if y'all listen to your leaders, and work TOGETHER, you can very easily make top ten on the tests. You passed the physical aspect of this training, but that does not mean we will quit testing it. Keep up your strength. During down time work on getting to know each other, help each other when it is needed. If something happens, which it will, you must QUICKLY adapt and change how something will work. One thing you will do today is haul carts of supplies down a muddy, broken road. If, say, a wheel falls off for some strange reason, figure out a plan to get that cart rolling. The Drill Sergeants will be in your face the entire time. Listen to what they tell you, they will help you between insults and curses. Have a good day." With that he turned and left. He stayed with that platoon throughout the weeks, watching as they blew through the courses. When the wheels fell off a cart, they quickly organized a plan, fixed the wheels and got the cart rolling again. by the end of combat training, they had passed all tests quickly, and without having a single person drop out or be cut. Furdel was proud. by the end of the basic training for the cadets, there were 115 cadets left. After the graduation ceremony was over, Furdel had them re-formed and gave them a small speech.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, YOU HAVE ALL PASSED BASIC TRAINING! WELCOME TO THE MILITARY. IN A WEEKS TIME YOU ARE GOING TO GO THROUGH SPECIALIZED TRAINING TO MAKE YOU INTO FINE SOLDIERS. IN THIS SPECIALIZED TRAINING YOU WILL LEARN YOUR MOS, OR JOB IN THE MILITARY. YOU ARE ALL FINE SOLDIERS. ENJOY YOUR WEEK OFF!" With that, Furdel turned and left the stage. He heard cheering in the background and chuckled, remembering when he was in their place.

To be continued...?