>>5322352While you hastily got the suit to wake up the girl was pulling on your spare. You pull the mask on next as jolts of electricity begin to stir the temperature measurement and maintenance equipment to life. Thankfully the gear stayed on and heat began to seep into your very soul, you just wanted to curl up and go to sleep. But you couldn't. Jogging in a few small circles you eventually rush over to Six, assisting her in getting dressed. Pulling the suit up to her own set of wide hips you move on leaving her to suit up further. Next you begin to pull additional equipment from the rucksack. The Thermal Displacement Coat slipped on next, latching to numerous notches along your thermal dive suit. The matte black material helps to cover you from heat tracking equipment. Next you lock on the Signav unit around your wrist and begin to boot up the small tool. It had been pre programmed with your next destination, you hadn't packed the bags yourself.
Each morning and evening you would be fleeing and hunting to unknown coordinates with various equipment. Obviously there were staples, but it wasn't rare for the instructors to mess with you. Escaping the other half of the unit pilots was always the hardest. Five limped from the river next sans bag and huddled by Two, she wasn't looking good. "We gotta move sweet tops." Six called as she finished pulling on her own mask, you only had the one set of additional equipment. Handing them over to the grateful girl, you return to the bag. Resting at the bottom was a small rig, food and weapon. It was yours alone, the ministry was only so generous. Six would have to get by with coarse language, inappropriate gestures and maybe even a dash of frightfully looks. "How far!" Two shouted, his hands busy drying down Five with his towel, Six ran over to help warm the girl back up. You focus your attention on the device on your wrist. One hand slipping the rig over your shoulders. The holographic display spins and twirls reading out the ambient temperature and wind speeds along with geographical bearings.
A single point had been recorded on the simple map display. "Ridge D23. About six clicks east." You shake your head, it was up the blood cliff side. An entire two kilometers above you. The device fed you further data. The scenic route would have you clambering up steep gradients, but relatively safe. Well to the machine's best assumption. Or you could try and climb the vast distance. But that idea was madness, the wind was more likely to snap you off and carry you away. "Who has the Brick?" You shout back. Only one of you technically had to survive. "I hope I didn't!" Six laughs before rooting around in Two's sack. The boy was obviously annoyed at the actions, but was busy trying to warm himself back up. One arrived next, little Eight looking even smaller at his side. Both looked waxed and on the edge. But both had their rucks intact.
