It was now the eleventh day since infiltration had begun, and the fifth training session of this camp, and first of today, was, uh...getting a bit delayed.
"This is beneath me. Why should I have to participate in your whimsical training program, Sicario?" Growled Hacte, as he glared at the Elite Squad candidates.
"Because I outrank you, and I say so. Not to mention that Lord Valaque approved of this idea, it will slowly but surely help us strengthen our overall strength."
"Tch, and you expect me to refrain from injuring these lowly lapdogs? I do not show mercy to-!"
"It has nothing to do with mercy, it's a damn training exercise, get that stick out of your ass! Get started, Hacte, and if you deliberately injure the candidates out of spite, you will have to fight me. And I will not go easy on you," Sicario snapped threateningly.
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