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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon

"The fire drill last week had a good premise," Arthur began, as soon as everyone had gathered. Even if he'd disagreed with the execution of it. "We'll continue mapping out the island today, although our current task is far more simple. In the event of a sudden attack, we must be aware of the easiest and quickest trails leading to a gathering point or a way of getting off the island. When the alligators invaded, many of us met up at the park - that's one location. There are only two ways off the island: either by boat from the docks, or by causeway. I'd like you all to go to one of these three locations by use of the route that seems fastest to you. Then return to us, and we'll compare exit strategies."

Leto had managed to acquire copies of a map of the island. "These might be helpful when you decide on a route, and will enable you to communicate your choice with precision to everyone else." He held the maps up, and offered everyone to take one.

He nodded at Leto once, then turned back to those gathered. "In case of another invasion, we should meet in the park if the threat is dispersed, or at the gates when it seems to be more cohesive. That way, we'll be able to coordinate our strategy accordingly." He nodded at ~~shamelessly modded~~ Zack as well, and let the exercise commence.

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"You're right. And I haven't run that route before." She cocked her head. "Want to give it a go, then?"

"Definitely," Ben said. "Go!"

He took off running toward the gate.

Triela took a single moment to shake her head in amusement before she took off after him.

Ben saw no reason to go through the gate when he could go over, so his boot found a tiny foothold and he used it to launch himself over the wall.

He might've enjoyed yesterday's class a little too much.

In a run like this, even if it was just a training exercise, Triela was willing to capitalize on her enhancements. She launched herself upward from the ground, planting one hand on top of the wall to keep her trajectory under control, and landed heavily on the other side.

Ben noted the heaviness as he dropped to the ground with barely a sound, then went bolting down the street in a reflexive zig-zag pattern, racing for cover.

Triela weighed more than someone her size should, by a lot, really. And her boots weren't designed to be quiet either. They made a lot of noise as her feet pounded the ground in her own race for cover. She took a more direct approach than Ben did. She still hadn't really learned how to temper her aggression with prudence, so she figured getting to her goal was more important than being a hard target.

Ben didn't exactly agree with that philosophy, but he'd been trained in a different way. He used a set of stairs to launch himself onto the nearest roof.

For a moment Triela ran along side the building he was on top of before she decided that it was probably clearer on top. She had to change directions to leap and scramble up the wall, and that meant she lost some ground by the time she got to the top.

Ben was already leaping to the next rooftop, this one a story taller than the one they had started on.

Triela rushed to catch up. In a straight-line run her enhancements gave her significant advantages and she wasn't far behind him when she made the same leap.

Ben laughed. "What took you so long?" he teased, swinging around a chimney.

"Decided to take the scenic route," she tossed back easily as she dodged around it the other way. "You didn't have to wait around for me, you know."

"Thought it was polite," he replied, sprinting for the next rooftop.

"How gallant," Triela snorted as she kept pace with him, dodging the occasional rooftop obstruction.

"It's part of my charm," he said, flipping through the air to land on the next roof's chimney.

Flips weren't really Triela's style. And while she had a lot of raw power, elegance wasn't really part of her usual movement patterns. She landed with a heavy thump next to the chimney.

"Good thing something about you's charming."

Ben grinned and dropped lightly off the roof and onto the street below.

Triela took a running leap from the roof, covering thirty or forty feet in a long arc before she slammed into the street ahead of Ben. Of course she then had to take a moment to regain her balance before she could start running again.

"You don't do a lot of sneaking, do you?" Ben commented.

"I do plenty of sneaking," Triela answered. "You have to get to the doors you're going to kick down somehow, after all."

Which was how most of her missions went: sneak right up until it was time to actually get started. Then all the gunfire and yelling made it pointless.

And Ben was too nice a kid to mention a girl's weight issue. "Kicking down a door is kind of the opposite of sneaking," he said, sprinting down the road.

"True, but making sure that they don't have any warning that you're about to kick down their door involves a lot of sneaking.

In a straight sprint, without the need to change direction, Triela's mass didn't really work against her so it wasn't too hard to keep up the pace.

Ben flipped off of a set of stairs to turn a corner. "But isn't it better to leave the door intact? Or do you want everyone to know you've been there?"

Triela took the same corner by simply slamming shoulder first into a wall to stop her forward momentum. It meant she had to rebuild it all from scratch, but she could do that.

"Covert's not as much fun," Triela suggested. And while she was actually pretty good at it, cover wasn't her specialty either. Most of the girls at the Agency were almost as good at it as she was, after all.

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