<div class="floatleft">(http://www.videogamesblogger.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/09/Augustus-Cole.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://images.gamenguide.com/data/images/full/10611/modern-warfares-captain-price.jpg?w=720)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">GM Post</span></strong><br/>Team 2 (Sheva, Tingle, Shanoa, Jack)</div><hr/><br/>Cole unlike the other KI's wasn't so much professional as he simply was proficient. He was a damn good COG; one of the best actually. He'd fought against everything the Locust had to offer, and then when the Lambent showed up, he crushed skulls like any other day. Plus, no one seemed quite as good as Cole at simply destroying things. That was why he was here. Still though, as he was a KI, he had certain obligations. Like evaluating their recruits as they showed up. The women...mmmm the women. When you did nothing but fight for as long as he did, after living the lavish lifestyle of the best Thrasher in the world, it was easy to truly realize how much a man needed a woman. But beyond the three lovely ladies being oh so lovely, they looked like they could handle themselves in a fight.<br/><br/>The men...not so much. Well two of them at least. The penguin thing, and the tubby, creepy guy in the green suit. Seriously, he was<em>fucking</em>creepy. The rest though were workable. And Prophet? Oh yeah he knew Prophet. Seems like most military knew each other, and they'd even run a few ops. Guy was damn good. But when you came here, personal preference and friendship went out the window. This was a job and it was up to them to see if they'd be making the big bucks. Price on the other hand, wasn't impressed at all. Oh sure some of them were impressive<em>looking</em>, and he always had respect for fellow soldiers. But he didn't know any of these people. He didn't know what they were capable of solo or as a team.<br/><br/>Sure in their world they were all probably badasses. Prophet for example had saved his own world three separate times. But this was not his world. This was not any of their worlds. Their previous accomplishments meant shit as far as he was concerned. He remembered their names though, and was secretly looking forward to using them if and when they showed they were here for more than playtime. After Guile assigned the teams and left, Cammy went right after him, claiming she didn't think they were ready for her test. Cole just laughed it off. "Don't worry 'bout that, yall. You think Price here is bad? He's a puppy compared to her." "Oi, shut your fuckin' yap, Cole Train or I'll show you a puppy." Inside the grizzled Captain laughed. Because damn if it wasn't true. He was tough, but Cammy was on another level and would shut you down before even giving you a chance.<br/><br/>Still puffing on his cigar, Price looked over the remaining group after Angeal chose Team 1. And Frederick went off as he too wanted to know more about them before he put them through his trial. "Oh okay then, Fred! It's cool! We got this!" Price just nodded, tapping a bit of ash from his death stick. "Good luck with those maggots, Angeal. Got a feelin' they're gonna need it."  Before Angeal With team 2 gone, that left team 1 for he and Cole. "Alright you fucks, listen up and listen good. Me and Cole Train here decided to do somethin' a little different. Follow me and find out what." Nodding his head, he turned on his heel. Cole smacked his large hands together and bellowed "Whoo!" Then jogged off after his partner. "Ay man, you think they ready for this?" "Not even fuckin' close, mate."<br/><br/>When the two KI's finally stopped, in front of them was a large recreation of a downtown setting. "Alright, listen up mufuckas! Since you don't have names, I'm gonna call you mufuckas, mufuckas, a<em>lot</em>. Understand?" When they nodded, he tapped Price to continue. "Okay, here's the deal. Cole here is about makin' things go boom, making things go splat. If it can die, he knows how to kill it in the most over the top way possible. I specialize in covert, special ops. Stealth, espionage, assassination..." "But he can fuck your day up with some C4 just as easy!" "Anyway, the goal here is to test not only your teamwork, but how you handle situations without your powers. Situations Cole and I are well versed in. Your gears over there on that table. Load up, then meet back here in ten. One second later and you run laps with exploding attack robots on your ass. And I'm<em>not</em>kiddin'. We have those. Ask Dan Hibiki and his stupid little ponytail."<br/><br/>On the table, they would find four sets of gear and weapons. COG armor tailored to each of them, so no matter how ridiculous<del>Tingle</del>they looked, the armor fit and made them a unit...at least in appearance. And after the armor was on, they each received 4 weapons they were comfortable with from their own world. No point in giving them something they couldn't even use. The tests were supposed to be hard, not impossible. They'd each get a melee weapon, a silenced weapon, a standard, and an explosive one. The reason would make sense soon. When they all came back, Cole stepped up. "Alright fools! This is about mayhem, carnage, whatever you wanna call it! All you gotta do...is kill every bad guy that pops their ugly little head up. And then kill the boss. Easy peezy! You'll know when you're done."<br/><br/>Taking a few steps back, Price followed, then a signal was given and a loud horn blared. They were immediately thrown into the shit, and bullets and bombs started flying. They'd have at most fifteen seconds to get to cover before they got their asses blown off. Their opponents were a hodgepodge of enemies from mercs to professional soldiers to fantasy creatures. As long as you killed something and dwindled the numbers though, you were doing good. The only goal for now was to kill and survive, just like real war. More was to come, but they had to survive this first. "YEAH BABY! LET'S GO! SHOW US WHAT YOU GOT ROOKIES!!"<br/><br/><br/>