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training?”
    She nods. “Here are some ground rules. You can ask anything you want. You will put your hand up so that I am not inundated and I can deal with questions in order. If I cannot answer something or am not supposed to, I will tell you. I do not know when your training starts. Likely after you arrive at the facility.”
    There are some giggles and a laugh or two from the others.
    A blonde with blue eyes, really well built, that I had noticed at the airport and on the plane put her hand up.
    The woman nodded at her to go on. “Miss, do you know when we can contact our friends back home?”
    The woman looks a little sad. “I am sorry to say that I do not. What were you told when you signed up and were picked up?”
    The blonde takes her hand down. “I wasn’t really told anything about that and when I asked they told me to ask later.”
    The woman nods. “After you are settled in, ask whoever your supervisor or trainer is when and what sort of messages you can get out to your families. The Corporation will inform them regularly that you are okay and how you are progressing with training as an employee of the Corporation. They have always been good with that.”
    There don’t appear to be any more questions at this point, so after a few seconds the woman sits down. People start using their entertainment devices; a few go back to grab something to snack on as some people had not grabbed anything from the lounge. I grab an orange as I had not received any good fruits while in jail and during the trial. All that food had been tasteless glop.
    After I eat my orange I hit the washroom, which is surprisingly clean, and then just sit in my chair. I don’t think I will sleep as I feel so wired, but I am just worn out and pass out immediately.
    I wake up when everyone around me starts talking as we pull over a hill. There is the training facility ahead of us.

THE FACILITY
    I t doesn’t really seem like a training facility. I expected big school buildings and gyms and barracks-type sleeping accommodation, kind of like any institutional school. I was completely wrong.
    It’s a huge compound and I can see it is surrounded by several fences. Of course, as an experimental research and training facility I should have expected lots of security.
    In fact, as we start driving along a road that parallels the fence, I get a bit of an idea on how big the whole site may be. We only drive along the fence for maybe a kilometre but there is no end in sight. I can see a lot of open space and a tiny fence in the distance.
    There are plenty of signs on the fence that we are close to that say “no trespassing.” We drive along for a bit and then slow down. We pull up to a gate in the fence. There are two large buildings on either side of the gate and I can see lots of people here and a small parking lot to the side.
    The gate guard climbs onto the bus and talks to the person in charge of us, then just waves us through. We drive again for a while, parallel to the fence, until we come to a turn and then drive up to the next fence. It is a much higher fence with more warning signs on it, including pictures of lightning bolts and signs that say the area beyond is mined. The top has rolls of nasty-looking wire that glints in the sun.
    When we pull up to this gate, there are two more buildings with some outliers. They are all ugly concrete and look like they are meant to keep an army out. In this parking lot are armoured vehicles and I can see a helicopter landing pad to the side.
    There are more guards here and they get on the bus and check everything out, including the bus itself. Each one of us is scanned with some sort of hand device and everyone is cleared.
    It takes us awhile but after half an hour there we are waved through and keep driving to the third and final fenced area. This one is the strange one for me. That fence is something like a hundred feet from an inner concrete wall and the road we are on goes down a narrow path to a