Flying in an Airplane, just a normal day. Except that plane was in fact a bomber jet. That day the start of The War.
"Now class," The Teacher stated, "Open your books and read pages 425 through 437."
The children did as they were told. Normally children of 5 and 6 would whine. But these children were not normal. Oh no, Not by a long shot. They were specifically bred for The War.
As the class read, The teacher sat down to think, for he was a philospher, a deep thinker.
"If these children were bred for the war, then what are their capabilities?" The teacher stole a quick glance at the silent class. "And why are they so quiet?"
The com system in his ear went off. "Seargent Brayer, Take the children to Bay 24."
"Yes sir." Brayer replied. "Am I needed also, sir?"
"Yes, You are Seargent Brayer."
"Yes sir."
As the commander ordered, Brayer took his class to Bay 24. Wondering what they were going to do. "Could it be a mission," He wondered, "These brats need one soon, they're too quiet."
The Special Operations Captain was waiting for Brayer and his class at Bay 24.
"Oi, Brayer, Get your ass in that Airplane now!" "And your shitty brats too!"
To that Brayer only sighed, Another 'field trip'.
Brayer ushered his children on the plane. The plane took off about 30 seconds after the door had closed.
'Those children have yet to speak one word!' Brayer thought.
The Pilot then briefed them on how to operate their parachutes.
"Aight, Ya see this here?" "Hey! Answer me when I'm talkin' to you!"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Aight, ya pull this cord, push this button in and steer"
"Yes sir."
"Oh and one more thing, The commander told me ta tell ya, Don't forget, as soon as yuh land, shift."
"Yes sir!"
"Hmm," Brayer thought, "When their powers are involved, they get excited." "Good thing I have my own power to keep them in line."
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Ok, well, how 'bout that?
I just wanted to try it.