Trainee’s POV
Corbin escorted toward the ss hall, though the space appeared nearly deserted since most personnel had already finished their midday al and returned to their duties.
We collected our food portions and settled at an empty table where Corbin began outlining the operational structure of this facility.
Captain Blackwood maintained a strict policy regarding downti for soldiers. Every mont from breakfast completion until dinner preparation required either physical conditioning or base maintenance duties. Rest periods were essentially nonexistent under his command.
The familiar structure reminded of my previous military experiences. This felt like an extended boot camp scenario, which struck as unnecessarily harsh. Not that my personal opinions carried any weight in this situation. My assignnt here was involuntary, and Captain Blackwood held absolute authority over facility operations. His directives were final.
As long as the treatnt remained within legal boundaries regarding cruel and unusual punishnt.
My options were limited. The only viable approach was demonstrating my capabilities to these people.
They would discover exactly what kind of person they were dealing with. I intended to ensure that outco.
"Listen carefully about information security here. People will learn things eventually anyway. Keeping secrets proves nearly impossible in this environnt," Corbin stated.
"Really? Does that an the green unit personnel know about black unit operations?" I questioned.
"Actually, that represents the single exception to information sharing here. We maintain operational security regarding those activities. The green units understand we conduct special forces missions with classified paraters. They don’t require specific operational details."
"I observed nurous regular soldiers outside earlier. How does command justify placing soone my age in this facility?" I pressed.
"Official records indicate you excelled at Military Academy and command decided to accelerate your specialized training tiline. Advanced preparation for future responsibilities," he explained.
Their cover story seed comprehensive and well-planned to explain my unusual presence here.
"What frequency do we maintain for actual mission deploynts?" I asked. He paused montarily, considering his response.
"Deploynt schedules vary significantly. Sotis months pass between operations. Other periods see only days between missions. All operations occur dostically, typically targeting pack formations we assess as substantial threats," he clarified.
"So smaller pack groups aren’t engagent priorities?" I inquired.
"Correct. We engage targets where complete elimination seems achievable. Larger formations require coordinated efforts between multiple facilities. Those operations demand weeks or months of preparation," he said.
I absorbed this information while considering one particular pack that held my interest.
"Are you familiar with the Obsidian Pack?" I asked.
His expression shifted noticeably at my question.
He scanned our surroundings carefully, ensuring no other personnel remained within hearing distance. The ss hall had emptied during our conversation, leaving us completely alone.
I also checked for potential eavesdroppers before continuing this sensitive discussion.
"That pack remains off-limits for current operations. At least for now."
"What’s the reasoning behind that policy?" I asked.
"They represent the largest pack formation in the country. Luna Elena leads both her original pack and is the Alpha of her forr pack. Essentially, they control two separate pack structures. Any threat against them triggers unified defensive responses that would result in total mission failure. Our survival rates would be zero. Captain Blackwood has designated the Obsidian Pack as our primary long-term objective. However, every operative involved must achieve perfect operational readiness before attempting engagent. That’s the real purpose behind our current training intensity. The Obsidian Pack represents our ultimate goal," he whispered while leaning closer across the table.
The information sent a chill through . This entire facility existed primarily to prepare for an assault against Elena’s pack. Every training exercise, every harsh discipline asure, every sleepless night served this single purpose.
"How long has this been the primary mission focus?" I asked quietly.
"Since the pack rger occurred. Command views their combined strength as an unacceptable threat to national security. The resources they control, the territory they influence, the loyalty they command from other regional packs. It all adds up to sothing command cannot tolerate long-term."
The weight of this revelation settled heavily on my shoulders. These people were planning a systematic campaign against people I might know, people who deserved better than becoming targets in so military operation.
"What kind of tiline are we discussing for this engagent?"
"Months at minimum. Possibly longer depending on intelligence gathering and strategic planning requirents. We need perfect operational coordination between all participating facilities. One mistake ans complete mission failure and probable death for everyone involved."
His words carried the gravity of soone who understood the stakes involved. This wasn’t casual conversation about routine military operations. This represented the culmination of extensive preparation for what could beco the most significant werewolf engagent in recent history.
"Are there other facilities training for the sa objective?"
"Multiple sites across several states. Each facility specializes in different operational aspects, but we all share the sa ultimate target. The Obsidian Pack won’t know what hit them when we finally move."
The certainty in his voice troubled deeply. These weren’t hypothetical discussions about potential future missions. This was active preparation for an operation that would determine the fate of an entire pack structure.
I needed to process this information carefully and consider my options moving forward. The training would continue regardless of my personal feelings about the situation. But now I understood the true purpose behind my placent here.
The question was whether I could influence the outco when the ti ca.
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