Secure. Contain. Protect. Inscribed above the board were the words that made the initials for the SCP, the organization to which the 12 individuals sitting at desks in the room had applied. What would follow their orientation today would be a rigorous training program the likes of which they had yet to face. "Alright, looks like we're all here." The gruff looking instructor took stock of the room. "All of you, stand up, introduce yourself by last name, age, and Z-score". He pointed at a dark skinned girl in the front to go first. "Nichols, 20, 1850" she said in an authoritative voice, seemingly thinking that she was a private in the army. The next to speak was a small fellow with unkempt hair. "Ivison, 18, 1770" They went on and on down the line until a tall man said "Kelly, 24, 1980". The group turned, surprised. Nobody that old joined the SCP. An involuntary "Holy shit!" leaked out from someone. The one called Kelly turned toward the one who said, a younger man who had yet to introduce himself. "You got something to say, shitzipper?" The other man stood up, his boyish face a bit red. "No." The instructor grunted and pointed to him. "Since you've interrupted introductions, why don't you tell us who you are, boy?" "Barrett, 20, 1965". Again the group turned. Kelly smirked at the name Barrett. "What the hell do you have to say, then?" Barrett fired back, face even redder then before. "Was wondering why they let some schlub like you in, but it turns out it was just garden variety nepotism." "It was because I was top 5 percent in the simulations, you geriatric fuck!" "THAT'S ENOUGH!" The instructor roared. "Both of you will be silent for the duration of today." The introductions continued, and orientation began soon after... ___________________________________________________________________________________ "It's unlikely that any of you have been in a real battle before. There will be time for that, but for now we'll be continuing with simulated battles. The agency is working on teams for all of you in the meantime. Who is going first today?" "May as well." Said Kelly, stepping into the one side of the chamber. "Haven't lost yet, don't think it'll be a problem this time." Upon seeing Kelly enter, Barrett rushed forward to take the other side. He was eager to finally beat that pompous asshole this time.