By unknown
Part 1
I wanted to qualify as a master, I kept telling myself as the car approached the base brig. Their theory was that in order to give it you first had to take it. They had made me request it in writing, and then had sat on it for a week so I could change my mind. But, I had been thinking about it for eight years, ever since I entered the program. I knew what was involved, but part of me wanted to be tested, even while another part of me was scared shitless.
After all, I wasn’t a kid any more. Not that 30 was old, but they were going to put me through a lot of shit, I knew that. Now I was approaching the moment of truth and I wasn’t sure which part of me was in control. It was a strange base to me, but my driver had been here before and pulled right up to the visitors parking. “Time to get you ready” he said. “Lean forward and put your hands behind your back.” He snapped the handcuffs in place. Now it was too late to back out.
