Marksman Training Oblivion Novels & Stories

Lila’s POV The first operative came through the window in a spray of glass and smoke. I was already moving, grabbing both twins and diving behind the overturned training table as bullets tore through the air where we’d been standing. “Stay down!” I screamed over the chaos. “Don’t move, don’t use your powers, just stay down!” Marcus was firing from across the room, his movements precise and controlled despite the hell breaking loose around us. His Military training kicked in; he’d positioned himself with cover, clear sight lines, escape routes mapped in seconds.

Zack’s POV The training ground was alive with grunts, the sound of claws against dummies, the crack of bodies hitting dirt. Maren and Darius had the recruits lined, sweating and stumbling through drills. They were trying but trying wasn’t enough. I didn’t announce myself, I just stepped into the edge of the arena and let my presence sink into the air like a blade. Slowly, heads turned, spines straightened. Good, fear kept them sharp. “Maren, Darius,” I said.

The Morocco mission prep kicks off the next morning in the underground training bunker deep beneath the mansion, where the air smells like gunpowder, sweat, and cold concrete. This isn't some Hollywood montage with dramatic music and slow-motion flips. This is Imperio Pecaminoso training: brutal, calculated, and designed to turn people into weapons or break them trying. Vincenzo runs it like a demon…. A devil…. **6:00 AM – Wake-up Call** No alarm.

The training grounds also housed state-of-the-art equipment and obstacle courses designed to challenge and push our limits. Alpha Darwin introduced me to our esteemed training instructor, Marcus, who had been instrumental in guiding our pack members to achieve their fullest potential. Marcus, a seasoned warrior himself, emphasized the importance of discipline and teamwork in our training sessions. He explained how our physical prowess and unity as a pack were vital for our survival and success.

"Ma...dd... He choked and struggled with the rope, his legs dangling in the air. He started bleeding from the mouth, his veins mapping his face and sweat sheening his skin. His skin was already turning bright red. Madden brought out his gun, checking out the barrel and taking a look at the bloody bullet again. "We're the only two of the Orlovs who use guns almost everyday, which is why our styles and bullets are different. I use red-tip bullets, you use black bullets. Every bullet shot at us during the mission were black. If you're going to doublecross me, you should do it well at least... You're ruining my reputation, and it's upsetting." he snarled.

“Ten minutes. If you aren’t at the extraction point in ten minutes, I will level this entire estate to the ground.” The moment they moved apart, chaos erupted. Mavric fired precision shots at the garden lights, plunging the area into total darkness. He moved like a shadow himself the result of years of rigorous private military training, skills he rarely displayed in the corporate world. Marcus and his men opened fire, but Mavric had already vanished into the maze of thick shrubbery and hedges. The whistle of bullets striking marble statues echoed around them, creating the atmosphere of a real, brutal battlefield.

LOW-STATUS SPOUSE. Jack exhaled once. "Of course." The white wall opened. Four men came through wearing tactical gear without faces. Their movements were too smooth, too procedural. Not Source correction figures in full. Mortal bodies overwritten by role commands. Marcus raised his pistol. The loudspeaker spoke again. Marcus Thorne. Function: obey contracted authority. Marcus fired into the nearest faceless mask. The bullet vanished into white. The figure did not slow. Jack grabbed Marcus's arm and pulled him sideways as a deletion beam cut the air where his head had been.

I slightly nodded my head and looked at Mavis who was smiling slightly. "Wait, if training's now over, what were you guys doing here so early?" Mavis asked them. "Well ... " Daryl started off beginning to rub the back of his neck. "We have a routine, once a month Beta Marcus ends the training session with a practice ambush attack, in which we literally have to crawl through hedges and thorn bushes, and I for one do not like to have to be pulling out thorns from my flesh after a training session." Ryan explained.

Marissa awaited for the impact and closed her eyes tightly. A strong blow hit Sean's face and the impact threw him to the glass window. He sputtered blood from the shattered glass pieces it piercing through his backside. Delta Tristan sighed angrily at the disgusting scene he saw earlier. This trainee has gone mad his presence will be unhealthy here in the military camp. The training regiment commander arrived and saluted to the Delta.

"The training officially begins now. It's jungle shooting. Within this jungle, there will be 80 trained soldiers, including all the instructors from Scorpion Island. As long as you can survive their attacks without being eliminated, you will pass." The eight men looked helpless. They had to face ten opponents, all of them elite instructors. It seemed like a setup to annihilate them all. Sensing their low morale, Catherine decided to inject them with a dose of encouragement. "I won't participate!" Three simple words relieved the tension in their hearts. Even Branden secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Catherine was formidable, and with his current injuries, he couldn't guarantee victory again