Hard rain pelted the training yard. As mud set in, making the dirt a dark mess of coldness and heavy mud. A large hill curved into a fox hole for a current group of HAMMER recruits to use for cover. As two blue lasers scanned over the horizon ominously. All recruits heard the infamous beep of sentry guns. This was their test of the day. Over that hill was a training course of heavy mud filled trenches and barbed wire, and those damn turrets, which thankfully had no bullets in them, but rather carried non-lethal bean bag slugs to launch at the slower runners of the group.

Non-lethal not meaning non painful, a good hit would send a poor rookie gasping for air if struck viscously. All part of the design. They were to keep their heads down into the muddy trenches until they reached and passed the sweeping turrets and scaled the pill box bunker. Where they would face their final and the most dangerous obstacle, their instructor in hand to hand combat. She was currently overlooking the course. as a soft drone from the intercoms told the recruits to get into their running positions. As a smug and a bit mean grin cut across her face as she stretched, she would was going to enjoy this show. Her neck cracking loudly as she motioned to press her thumb to a nearby terminal button. A loud high-pitched scream of a blue flare shooting in the air echoed, signaling the start of this soon to be very painful lesson as the recruits rushed forward to simulate a trench charge as they soon started their dives into the muddy trenches as the turrets sounded with a beep as it begin to fire the stun rounds at the poor rookies.