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Corporal Charles Lennox
Age 20
Height 5'11"
Mild build. Slightly rounded chin, thin lips with bright blue eyes and short cut dirty blonde hair. No tattoos or piercings.
"Welcome to the PIT, maggot" a harsh voice announced as the blind was removed from me eyes and we began a slow decent on a large, open lift that brought us down from the desert surface. Here it was cool from powerful AC units compared to the arid above, but then the voice slapped me back, "eyes front!" And they snapped as ordered.
This man was a beast, towering over me well over six feet and his head covered by a green balaclava that masked his features except piercing dark eyes and a boisterous voice that commanded respect. "Grab you duffel!" Everything from him was a command as the lift touched the bottom and before me lay an entire world under the surface that was crawling with people and vehicles with bright fluorescent lights suspended above that was as bright as day.
"Follow me!" He commanded stepping off and fumbling with my duffel on my back I followed with my eyes wide in wonder at this place.
I was just a twenty year old, volunteered for the Army and went into basic at 18 to do four years and that would be it, but halfway through my enlistment I was summoned to my battalion commander's office where another man, a Lt. General was there with him. After a half hour of questions about my life and choices the man gave me two choices; go to Afghanistan for a year to fifteen months or go to Nevada for "special training". I did not know what he meant by it at first because air assault and airborne school were not in Nevada and really nothing else except Area 51 and Nellis Air Force Base, oh, and Vegas, so I jumped for the 'special training'. I figured being in the desert in the states was better than being shot at in the mountains so I joined up and here I was now under the desert and being pulled by an invisible leash by this man as he took me deeper into the facility and show me to where my first stop was.
Age 20
Height 5'11"
Mild build. Slightly rounded chin, thin lips with bright blue eyes and short cut dirty blonde hair. No tattoos or piercings.
"Welcome to the PIT, maggot" a harsh voice announced as the blind was removed from me eyes and we began a slow decent on a large, open lift that brought us down from the desert surface. Here it was cool from powerful AC units compared to the arid above, but then the voice slapped me back, "eyes front!" And they snapped as ordered.
This man was a beast, towering over me well over six feet and his head covered by a green balaclava that masked his features except piercing dark eyes and a boisterous voice that commanded respect. "Grab you duffel!" Everything from him was a command as the lift touched the bottom and before me lay an entire world under the surface that was crawling with people and vehicles with bright fluorescent lights suspended above that was as bright as day.
"Follow me!" He commanded stepping off and fumbling with my duffel on my back I followed with my eyes wide in wonder at this place.
I was just a twenty year old, volunteered for the Army and went into basic at 18 to do four years and that would be it, but halfway through my enlistment I was summoned to my battalion commander's office where another man, a Lt. General was there with him. After a half hour of questions about my life and choices the man gave me two choices; go to Afghanistan for a year to fifteen months or go to Nevada for "special training". I did not know what he meant by it at first because air assault and airborne school were not in Nevada and really nothing else except Area 51 and Nellis Air Force Base, oh, and Vegas, so I jumped for the 'special training'. I figured being in the desert in the states was better than being shot at in the mountains so I joined up and here I was now under the desert and being pulled by an invisible leash by this man as he took me deeper into the facility and show me to where my first stop was.