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Lab Rats Pt III

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Four months before Zero.

The happier memory emerging from a sea of monotony was the first realisation any of them had that they'd been created as better than standard human soldiers. Most of Squad Four had adopted nicknames based on their species or job. They used these nicknames to refer to each other rather than the number the Doctor had assigned to them, which some of the staff used.

Each of the anthropomorphs in the squad had settled into a niche of sorts, their instructors pleased with their progress in the skills of soldiering. It was never enough for the Doctor, though.

Almost a week after the unnecessary slaughter of the pigeon, the camouflage trainers gave a practical exam. Each member of the squad was to go and hide in the training terrain, four indoor squares of forest, desert, snow and urban. They would then be hunted by the trainers, who would mark them on how hard it was to locate them. It was hot, dull work hiding, but a welcome relief after the constant activity normally expected of them.

Of all those who took the test, three results stood out in their instructors' minds that day.

The first was the squirrel medic, Doc, completely incapable of standing still. Though quiet in the hut he was hiding in, the sounds of his fidgeting quickly drew the the instructors to his spot, and earned him a sharp shock with a cattle prod.

The second was Harry, the husky, who earned a look of happiness from one instructor after it emerged that he had buried himself in the sand in the desert, with only a collection of rocks to give him a breathing tunnel.

The third was the test to earn the reptile who took it the name Spook.
Upon commencing the exam, he vanished into the forest, and remained unfound until ten minutes after the buzzer for the end of test. It transpired that he had managed to sneak into the instructors' hut, in front of the eyes of all the other anthros, without ever being seen.

The humans had fetched the Drill Sergeant before they found him, and when they did, the unfortunate chameleon was lounging in the chair drinking tea, with his eyes closed. He was rudely interrupted.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, YOU MAGGOT!?!"

The delightful dulcet tones of Drill Sergeant Henley made the windows buzz, and the reptile jump from lounging around to attention while mid-air in utter fright.

"S-sir! I have no excuse, sir!"
"DAMN RIGHT YOU DON'T! HOW ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH DID YOU GET IN HERE!?!"

The chameleon knew the sergeant, as most. You needed to respond as loudly as possible.
"SIR! By being a sneaky bastard, SIR!"
"SHOW ME OR I WILL SHOW YOU THE MEANING OF THE WORD PAIN, YOU COLD-BLOODED WASTE OF SPACE!"

Obeying, the reptile... Vanished, turning completely transparent for five seconds before reappearing.

The sergeant's face was a picture. Granted, the type drawn by a five year old with too much red crayon, but it was a miracle his head hadn't exploded from the blood pressure. And, amazingly, he got louder.

"THE HELL YOU DID, MAGGOT!
FOR DISGRACING THE RULES OF MY COURSE, YOU ARE ON LATRINE DUTY FOR THE ENTIRE COMPOUND!"


"Worth it to see your face, Sarge."

"WITH A TOOTHBRUSH! FOR A WEEK!"
Squad Introductions.

And a touch of lighter humour. ^v^
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Poor Doc... but yay for Harry and Spook! :D