As Spira dismounted from the bus, she saw a gentleman clad in military dress waiting for them. She was expecting this for awhile. There wasn't a shadow of a doubt in her mind that this wouldn't be any kind of training she'd encountered. Ever. The shy, meek girl took her cue and silently fell in. She remembered the number called and assigned to her. "Spira Vanheusen. 03005." She was a number now. She wasn't Spira anymore. That sensation of individuality was long gone. She thought long and hard in between commands what she did to get herself into this mess. It was obvious there wasn't a way out, but at least there was a sense of purpose to everything she did, up until now, however.<br/><br/><br/>She followed her group into the assembly area, where there were stacks of uniforms and other assorted gear waiting for her. She wasn't sure where to start, but thats where the direction of the cadre came in. She quietly followed suit and fell in.<br/><br/>As they were issued, she was given a duffle bag with her number on it, and the assorted equipment was dumped into it. She struggled to keep the bag steady and upright with the ever increasing weight, but finally managed to close the bag and was allowed to drag it along the floor to the next station where she would be issued a uniform. Her bag was taken from her and placed at the doorway while she got fitted for her ripstop cotton bdu blouse, pants, boots, cap, poncho, CBRN kit, pistol belt, webbing and combat vest. She doubted she would use half of the equipment she was given, but not a word left her lips as she continued into the next area to disrobe her old clothes and put on her uniform. She didn't feel comfortable in the least amongst other people, boys even. She felt a twinge in her stomach as she slowly peeled off her blouse and jeans. Her eyes darted to and fro, making sure nobody saw her. As she became nude, she quietly put on the undergarments issued to her, along with the rest of her uniform. She finished the ritual by lacing up her boots for the first time. Everything felt comfortable, breathable. The uniform covered everything she wanted covered. Except her hands. She felt naked with bare hands. No amount of discipline would keep her mind off of the lack of cover for her nude hands. She shivered at the fact that someone might notice her soft pale skin, and delicate fingers.<br/><br/>As she finished dressing down in her digital camouflage, she got back in line with the others, duffle bag in hand and resting over her shoulder. For the moment, she felt defeated as there was no home for her, she remembered.<br/><br/>She kept her face down and her eyes on her boots as she awaited the next order...