“My name is Xigbar. I will be your… instructor for today’s lesson.” The ex-assassin smiled at his classroom of future soldiers standing at attention. This would be fun.
“Welcome to Two Shot Boot Camp. The men and women around you will be your family for the duration of your stay. And trust me when I say this family won’t have time for love.” He said, glaring at the classroom. “Many of you know my colourful history as an assassin.” He chuckled. “I have about as much love for you guys as I did my targets.” One of the men collapsed in exhaustion. He had decided to go to bed at 2 the previous morning.
The time was 4:00AM, they had been woken at 3:00AM.
“Who said you could die?” Xigbar yelled at the fallen man. That was a catch phrase of the camp. If someone failed a challenge, one of the instructors, or even sometimes another “student” would yell it. The man slowly climbed back to his feet.
Boot Camp 348, more commonly known as Two Shot Boot Camp, was a legend. It’s inhabitants were whipped into regulation perfect soldiers by day 3 on average, although hundreds drop out every year. The camp was inhabited by many people, from all backgrounds, from both genders, from all economic standings. However, they all understood that here, they were all nothing. The instructors, made up of world famous assassins to battle scarred world heroes made sure they remembered that every minute of every day.
Why it was called Two Shot? No one remembers. It had something to do with the instructors getting into a firefight…
“Roll call.” Xigbar snapped. “First on the list is-”
OOC: If this is a horrible introductory post, please tell me. You guys are the students, I will be the instructors and guards.