Entrance Exam (p.1)

Well before sunrise, the new recruits stood in formation inside a domed gymnasium. Far above their heads, a skylight glass ceiling revealed the starry night. Each cadet was determined to remain motionless as their bloodshot eyes surveyed the dimly lit space. Approximately 32 large backpacks were scattered about the sand-covered concrete deck, which lead to a pool. The pool flowed out to an opening in the bay’s dome area of the ocean.
The air was balmy and damp, with only a light breeze to soothe them. After a few moments of dead silence, Benavides commanded their attention by speaking through an intercom.
“Good morning, cadets. It is my honor to welcome you to the Calvary Academy’s entrance exam. You will be expected to complete a series of obstacles, puzzles, and time-sensitive exercises all under the guise of a combat simulation.”
The cadets murmured in astonishment. 
“I am required to inform you of the caveat about injuries. No life-threatening injuries should occur, as you were all thoroughly examined by our physician to meet the physical standards for enrollment.” Benavides continued to speak through the louder murmurs. “I bid you the best of luck in this endeavor.”
Without warning, the announcements concluded. The cadets were left standing dazed and confused. The only thing that made sense was the reason they were commanded to don swim wear. All the males wore black speedos, while females had one-piece bathing suits. Ensign Tibideaux led the other instructors into the dome. The instructors came to deliver full body wetsuits to the cadets.
The cadets eagerly dressed themselves to prepare for the exam. Some of them huddled together to discuss the latest happenings. Cadet Shevchenko quickly clothed herself, as she watched a group of female recruits chatter amongst themselves.
“Check out the island girl,” a scrawny girl with chestnut-colored hair snickered.
“I imagine she barely passed the body fat index standard with those child-bearing hips,” a freckled-faced girl chimed in.
Shevchenko knew they were poking fun of the same girl who was her bunk mate the evening before. The appearance and background of the female cadet from Intagua Island was a hot topic since they all had arrived at the academy. Everything from her long multi-colored braids to the rumor that she had been hand-picked to enroll by one of Calvary Academy’s founding Generals had been debated heatedly. 
On the other side of the gym, the males huddled together. Roudan and Yoshida stood with their arms folded, as their wetsuits leisurely hung around their waists.
“Get a load of the talent in here,” Yoshida said with a smirk.
Roudan scanned the room until his eyes locked in on the flock of females directly in front of them. He nudged Yoshida to stare in that direction, but they were interrupted by aimless cadet Faruk, blocking their field of view.
“Hey buddy; unless you were doused in that bio-shield chemical to make yourself invisible, scram!” Yoshida belted.
Faruk timidly shuffled his feet through the sand to move out of the way.
Yoshida and Roudan continued to gawk at the girls.
“What’s the verdict?” Roudan asked smugly.
Yoshida gripped his chin and squinted his eyes, as if to concentrate on a hard math equation.
“One thing is for certain, only two stand out among the rest,” he answered.
“I know what you mean,” Roudan chuckled.
Their eyes glared lustfully at both Shevchenko and Savoi.
“The only real competition is between the two of them,” Yoshida nodded.
Roudan dropped his arms and stared crossly at Yoshida.
“Now I don’t know what you mean,” he replied.
Yoshida dropped his arms, but did not take his eyes off the girls.
“In this instance, we have the island girl VS, the blonde ice princess,” he said in a serious tone, like a commentator.
Roudan sighed and returned his gaze to the girls.
“I suppose it all depends on a matter of taste,” he answered.
Yoshida smirked again, licked his lips, and said, “My palate craves the exotic goddess, rather than the streamlined aristocratic temptress.” He placed his arms out to frame the women within the view scope of his hands. “I could hardly resist voluptuously delicate curves with a pleasantly ample backside.”
“Not to mention the generous reveal of side-boob,” Roudan interjected.
The pair cackled in agreement before regaining composure as an instructor passed by.

The Waring Robins, Ch. 10

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