*Midday, the sun was coming down hot, as it usually was in Texas, the state where the base that Shadow Company currently resided in is.*
*Why was the fifth platoon out here?*
*Medical training apparently! Just for when someone gets harmed during an operation.*
*Medic Beaks was leading the current lesson, pointing to each individual tool that was set out on an olive green, rough fabric mat and explaining their individual purposes. She would pick up each tool and demonstrate how and when to apply their uses on two things, a medical private(Private McCarthy) and a ballistics dummy(someone stole her mannequin and CPR dummies.)*
“And this is the tourniquet, yes, I know all of you probably understand what that is. And no, I will not have mercy and skip over it, every single year, there is at least one misconception about these babies that I have to bunk. Now, do you all know where on your person, this is to be stored according to Shadow Company’s rules and guidelines?”
*She paused for about a minute before frowning slightly.*
“Anyone? This is vital information. Am I going to have to call the safety officer about violations again?”
*The shadows look between one another, all silent for a moment before one in particular raises his hand, Shadow 5-05, his expression is nervous and he's a little red in the face.*
*Lowering his hand and shifting on his feet, he hesitates to speak, opening and closing his mouth a few times before the words come out* “uh... On the belt or in one of the pouches on our uniform?" *He answers uncertainly, tilting his head to the side, sort of like a confused animal.* "And.. if I'm correct.. we're required to have at least two on us?" *5-05 adds on after a moment of silence*
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