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The RCC is a required training course which is given to all applicants to Pallas Corporation. The RCC is in a single story, two bedroom, one bathroom, foyeur, and living room 'house,' which is inside the Shoothouse Training Facility.

There are six men, armed with paintball rifles, set up within the RCC building, and the operative is required to move in and eliminate all targets without being shot. Two judges will oversee this first test for the SWORD applicants.

For the next test, the applicant will perform a HALO jump into an urban environment. The 'city' is a real life sized mock city, made in an outdoor environment on Private PALCORP property. The applicant will be required to make it through the city, using only a map of the city. There are no street signs in the city. Along the way, the applicant will be required to maintain stealth and attempt to hide from roving band of 'enemy' sentries, equipped with Paintball weapons. The applicant may or may not find other paintball equipment, hidden in the city's buildings.

The third test is actually a mental evaluation, given by one of the directors.

The final test will remain secret and only RPed via the Gaian Private Messaging system or some other means.

"Welcome, Recruit. You are to enter the household through any of the entrypoints you are able. From there, you are to clear the household of enemies, without being shot. Please begin," the voice said, a melodic woman's voice that seemed to echo from within the warehouse it's self.

"Welcome, Recruit. You will be using Facility two. The answer to your query is: no, Pallas Corporation is currently fully staffed in it's Aerial divisions. Your orders are to enter the household through any of the entrypoints, and clear the household of enemies, without being shot. Please begin, and remember, we are watching you," the voice said.

Rev, upon hearing the mysterious voice, advanced towards the building. Raising his paintball gun, Reveren examined the exterior of the training facility. Rev decided to crawl towards the building.

Recruit Mill Wilkinson

"Wilkinson reporting", the veteran of several campaigns said and fingered his paintball-gun with mistrust. During his time at UGMF training facilities they had used something similar, but he never had learnt to trust them. Gunpowder just seemed so much more reliable than pressurized air or CO2.
"Welcome, Recruit. You are to enter the household through any of the entrypoints you are able. From there, you are to clear the household of enemies, without being shot. Please begin", the voice said, a melodic woman's voice that seemed to echo from within the warehouse itself.
Sure thing, Mill thought and took a deep breath before starting to stalk onwards. He made sure he couldn't be noticed from the windows by moving slowly, keeping an eye on enemy movements and even being in a complete standstill until the route was clear again.

He noticed a man walking here and there in the living room, two sitting and playing in the bedroom. Other windows were promptly shut and lights taken out, so it left Mill with three hostiles unknown of their location. It didn't stop him, no, but made for a more difficult entry.
After reaching the house's wall he listened for chatter or other noises. Nothing, these men knew what they were doing. If there was outside patrols, they weren't sent out yet.
He snuck from under the window, making certain that no shadow was cast to the inside. Artificial "sun" made it seem like a day, but it wasn't an issue for the fenjir. At least they weren't capable of using NV goggles.

A window to the toilet, high and small, offered Mill his chance of entry. He took a bucket, stepped on it carefully and levered it open by unscrewing the oddball screws with his Leatherman. Still no signs of outside activity, but he kept his guard up just in case.
Finally he could turn the window inside its frame to open him a route in. Mill put the bucket to its original location and pulled himself in the toilet. It smelled to say the least, which meant that Pallas took care of details like working plumbing. Somebody had visited it recently.
Mill hid himself behind the door and waited. He had the patience of a statue, while the targets had a bladder to take care of. There hasn't been a deadline to complete the mission in, and that was just fine with Mill.

He decided to take action if a man didn't appear soon, but he didn't have to take the initiative. One of the men whistled, opened the door and walked in. Newspaper indicated of larger scale operation, which somewhat annoyed Wilkinson. He popped the man twice and held him before he could cause ruckus by "falling dead". Being the gentleman he was, he helped the guy on to the toilet-seat and waved him to go on with his newspaper. The man nodded, wiped some of the paint off and started to take his pants off, still sitting on the toilet. Mill decided to slick out.

The corridor leading to WC was empty but filled with brittle vases, easily falling artwork and a sleeping dog. This wasn't in the description, Mill thought as he easily snuck past the beast, taking extra care as not to wake it up.
The living room was now manned with three people. Mill decided to leave it be and continued to the kitchen. One man. Two pops later Mill could shove him under the table. Not much of a cover, but hopefully worthy a few seconds.
He had taken two now, but his luck couldn't last as it had. He still had one in the foyer and three in the living room. He was older than he really wanted, so he decided to pull it epic.
After popping the foyer-man (which was surprisingly easy from the inside, back turned towards Mill), he took his paintball-gun, checked the ammo and pressure and patted the guard on the cheek. He got a nasty look for it, but these youngsters were often too prideful to take a loss easily.
After being armed with two paintball guns he went for the living room. Purposefully tripping a vase to produce sound he readied an ambush. After a quick discussion in the room two men appeared, arms ready. Mill horded them with paintballs, using the finger-trick learned in youth with using the trigger with two fingers instead of one.
The last one hid behind the sofa and kept firing, and that made Mill leave the building and pop two quick ones through the window. Luckily to him, the sofa had been placed right under it, so he didn't have to quesstimate.

"I'm done!" he said, but retreated to the debris in the warehouse to prevent nasty surprises gaining on him.

When the two were finished, the lights immediately flashed on, illuminating their way out of the warehouse. A voice came on, and they both recieved text-based messages, which appeared in their HUD.

"Congratulations, recruits. You have completed the first test in the series of trials, and are now one step closer to becoming members of the Pallas Corporation. Please return your weapons to the armory, and return to the secretary for the paperwork. Once this is filled out, you will begin the next test in the over all performance exam." Then everything went silent; the 'dead' men stood and started to walk out the same way which was lit for the recruits, with their gear in hand. Most were completely respectful of the recruits, and were simply light-heartedly joking among each other.

Employee Reveren
Training Facility

Reveren, approaching the building, examined it thoroughly. It was of medium size, and a single-story design. The lights were dimmed except for a foyer window that had light streaming forth from it. Firmly holding his paintball gun, Rev inched towards the building, keeping to the shadows despite his frontal approach, carefully avoiding the light that was streaming from the foyer. Several times, Rev saw a man pass the window. After looking more closely, it appeared to be two different men.

Eventually reaching the wall, Rev gingerly put his ear to the door, listening. The men appeared to be changing shifts, and thus letting their guard down for a perhaps a few minutes as they took a group break, foolishly leaving a single man to guard the foyer who himself appeared to be taking a semi-break. Hesitantly, but with renewed resolve, Rev silently stood up adjacent to the window and seeing that it was a mere screen window, kicking it, leaping inside and flipping the small coffee table beneath it over. That table saved his, well not his life but his job.

As expected, the young man let out a savage burst of fire in his mock anxiety, and like the a** he had been by disregarding his guard duties, was met by Rev with a short burst of accurate fire. With a slight grin, the man began to 'die' by letting himself fall to the ground. Without a sound, Rev silently leaped forward, grabbing the man by his shirt and letting his body silently crumple against the wall.

Continuing inside, Rev was met by a hallway. The foyer was easy but right now I'm basically without a clue Rev thought, frustrated. The hall way split in two parts, two going around the base wall of the foyer in the kitchen and living room beyond. Taking the right path, Rev noted there was one down, and three men ahead of him. Two would return shortly, probably in a dangerous mood, and the third would probably have his guard down after a long shift.

Fortunately, Rev encountered the lazy one first, the one who had left his younger partner to take over guard duty for those "job-changing" five minutes. The hallway led to a living room with a kitchen behind it. The two men from the sounds of their footsteps, had thank god, taken the eastern route back to the foyer, completely missing Rev. Advancing from behind, the lazy one was on the couch, with his feet propped up and his gun on the arm rest. Making no noise, Rev lifted his paint gun up, taking a single shot, cleaning hitting the man on the chest; first he popped up, relatively surprised but remembering the rules, lied still. At least this was one area where the 'lazy one' had more maturity then his younger counter-part.

Two down, four to go. Rev assumed the last two would be in the very back of the house, the sun room. The next part would be slightly more difficult. Taking the same route, Rev advanced with the utmost caution towards the foyer. Rev had replaced the window and hid the guard's "Lifeless" body, making it appear as if the guard had taken his break. When rounding the corner, Rev could said that the two men were perturbed that the young one had abadoned his post early. Talking in low voices, they nodded and one of them turned to walk down the hallway.

Due to some incredible luck of his, the man decided to yet again take the opposite path, missing Rev yet again. This would be easier then he though. Tracing his steps, Rev headed towards the living room and kitchen. Just as he neared the end of the hall way, Rev could see the guard walk right in front of him, and scratch his head when he couldn't find the 'lazy one's' body whom Rev had 'hidden'.

Raising his paint gun, Rev fired two shots in the man's back. Despite being the most mature, this guard ignored courtesy and let his body fall to the floor. With a mad leap, Rev caught his body, now furious. Finding the hallway closet, Rev hid the guard's 'body' along side the 'lazy one' Returning the foyer, Rev yet again found the fourth guard. With no real option for stealth, Rev simply advanced down the hallway, picked up a coffee table for cover while advancing, and entered the foyer. The guard opened up wildly, more accurate then the others.

The burst nearly clipped past the mobile cover, but Rev kneeled, increasing his chance for survival. Raising his paint gun, Rev blindly fired nearly half of his remaining ammo. The burst, despite accuracy, easily hit the fourth guard at point blank range. With all the noise he had made, Rev didn't even bother to catch this man's body as it fell. Rev could hear footsteps as the remaining two guards crossed through the house, obviously closing in on Rev's position. Switching out the coffee table for something larger, Rev advanced to the end of the hallway so he could use the wall in between the living room and kitchen as cover on top of his mobile coffee table, and as well he could keep an eye on both possible entrances for the guards.

As expected, the two men took seperate path's. The one entering the kitchen half was considerably less cautious, sprinting forward into the kitchen, nearly tripped when he saw Rev in his little fortified space. With a mad burst of ammo, Rev emptied his initial supply, most messing but a decent portion catching the man in the chest, who 'crashed to the floor', apparently enjoying the firefight despite his early death.

The other one was far more experienced. Using the couch on the other side of the living room as cover, he began dangerously firing off suppressive fire at Rev's position. Ducking behind his coffee table and kitchen wall, Rev reloaded. The surviving guard was relentless, reloading and firing faster then Rev could think. Soon, Rev could feel the paint seeping through the wood.

Pushing his body into action, his body still cloudy, Rev had a plan. Ducking behind the table, and making no noise, Rev pretended as if he was going to return extended suppressive fire. Unloading a full clip, which was a considerable challenge due to the fact he had to spend it in short bursts because he had to keep ducking down as the other man had far more oppressive fire returning to Rev. Reloading, Rev pretended he was ousted. He fired a few bursts for added effect, ducking when a considerable burst returned at him. Taking advantage of the guard's obviously frantic state, Rev stealthily passed through the kitchen, and waited behind a wall, now openly on the guard's undefended west flank. Without thinking, Rev spun around the corner, opening up on the survivor with a carefully aimed burst.

His breath was shallow and his chest was heaving with excitement, yet Rev had won. Exiting the mock house, Rev announced, "Finished!" and headed towards a rather comfy looking chair.