Dominica walked into the room, got her meal, and walked over to them.
“Hey Dominica, how’s life?”
“Not bad. You?”
“What were you talking about before I arrived?”
“Kelvin here was telling us about the subterfuge room.”
“Well, you were pointedly refraining from telling us about it, at any rate.”
“That I was. So, Dominica, how’s the shooting range?”
“One hundred percent like a shooting range. You’ll get to see it.”
“I sure will.”
They made small talk as they ate their meal. The food was uninspiring, but edible. People walked in and out of the mess hall. The four of them finished their meal. Kelvin pulled out his phone and checked the time.
“It’s currently 1:00, which means we’ve got half an hour until training resumes. I think this seems like a good time to take a tour of the training area. What say you?”
“Fine by me.”
“In that case, let’s go.”
The training area was a large section of the base, including sections H through K. There were several rooms, one for each department. Some were larger or smaller. It seemed that the rooms devoted in whole or in part to physical activity were, predictably, larger. Subterfuge, physical training, and, of course, the shooting range were the largest three rooms. Rooms devoted to niche disciplines, such as explosives handling were smaller, as they needed to contain fewer people. The common room layout was a set of chairs facing a small, raised stage with a whiteboard on the wall.
Just as they were looking at the physical training room, Kelvin was struck by the full force of what they had done.