Heather stood with her hands behind her back as her cat Snickers stared at the kids lined up. A smile played across her lips as she saw a few that had made it through her last training session, others looked a bit nervous. What caught her eye was the boy sheâ€™d seen at orientation, the one whoâ€™d caught flame. Sheâ€™d have to work with him on fixing that problem. If he started on fire working with a weapon, the ammo might explode and he would wind up either killing himself or others. She sighed and walked from one end of the line to the other, keeping a distance of about three feet.<br/><br/>â€œI am sure you all know why you are here, although the importance of it Iâ€™m sure has eluded most of you.â€ She paused then stared hard at each and every one of them before moving toward the table Snickers was now sitting on. Her assistant stood straight like he normally did and held the same expression he did whenever she was talking, mild amusement with a hint of boredom. The first time sheâ€™d met him she had wanted to strangle him but then she saw how well he was with weapons and decided he was worthy of living for a while yet. â€œMy name is Heather Paulson but to you it will be Miss. Paulson or Heather depending on if I like you. This will not be an easy course, you will pass or fail, many of you might even die. I am here to make sure you live through this, my assistant Mr. Meager will be helping with that.â€ She started to pace again, â€œyou will treat Mr. Meager as if he were your lifeline because I will not be your babysitter. Out in the field it is life or death, you do not get a second chance to get things right. Treat this as the field and you will do fine.â€<br/><br/>Taking a gun from the table she unloaded a clip and then reloaded it. They were full of specially made blanks so they could work with a gun the first day without killing themselves, though she wouldnâ€™t put it past any of them if they managed it. Wouldnâ€™t have been the first time she saw it. Setting the gun down she turned to face the lined up soon to be hunters again.<br/><br/>â€œEach of you will grab a weapon of your choosing, there is a wide variety so pick carefully. I do not want to see a tiny man trying to carry a large gun that weighs more than he does. If you do I will personally send you crying home to your mother, am I clear?â€