You stumble out of the vehicle, by imposing thrust of the older men, bulging with sinews and muscle, and none below the height of six foot. Forthwith, you were apprehensive of all your fellow trainees. You were consistently menaced by them; they all detested you for the way you got accepted into the program at such a young age. Abruptly, you stumble into a line, by the appearance of a mustached trainer, seemingly the head of the program. He saw you, noticing your youth. What's your name, kid?
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