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are, including the cafeteria, the bathrooms, and the rest of the place.
    I open my door and step out. There is no way to lock the room so I just close the door. There is nothing of any real value in my small bag, and I am pretty sure that everything we do here is monitored. Stealing probably gets you kicked out of the program, like everything else does.
    Half of us are in the halls, and people are starting to move toward what is labelled as the cafeteria. It seems like most of us have the same thought. As we come into the cafeteria, I see how large the room really is. There are several people sitting around playing cards. They look up at us.
    There is a guy with blond hair that sticks out everywhere, with a face that maybe a mother could love. He looks up at us from his cards and he calls out, “Welcome! Maybe we can start classes now that the last few of you are here, finally!”
    Those of us who had come walk over to the group as they are putting down their cards.
    Our vocal blonde speaks up and I picture her as the mouth of our group. “How many of us are there here? And where can we get a drink?”
    The blond guy and his friends chuckle and relax a bit more. One of the girls points over to some machines on the serving line. “Pop and cold drinks are over there. Alcoholic beverages are not allowed at entry level because of the assessments we have to go through for the next few weeks.”
    The blond guy laughs at our expressions. “Sorry guys, we have been here longer than you have and already had the ‘welcome to this experiment’ lecture. No worries, they aren’t torturing us much, aside from using boredom.”
    Everyone laughs at that and we start to relax. The card players look over to the clock on the wall and start to stand up. Blond guy collects the cards and sticks them into a pack. “Well, guys, that’s it for us for tonight. You may want to go turn in as well. We are up, dressed and ready to go, standing in the cafeteria for five-fifteen a.m. for breakfast. Standard rules apply. Don’t be late! We can chat tomorrow after classes. Later, kids!”
    He waves at us and they all leave.
    That was weird. I would expect someone to stay here playing games or whatever until almost four a.m. and then just get ready fast for breakfast and then class. I guess that every rule here must be obeyed or there were serious consequences.
    The only thing keeping me from a lifetime in a cell is doing well, so I was going to bed. I start walking back to our hall and the rest of our group starts following me, except for our blonde mouthpiece. She calls out, “Hey, spoilsports! You could at least let me finish my drink!” But then she puts it down and comes after us.
    I brush my teeth twice as they feel really grungy after all the snacking on food that I had done on the trip here. Then I strip down and climb into bed. I thought I was pretty wired and would not be able to get to sleep in this new enclosed underground bunker, but all I would remember later was putting my head on my pillow with the lights down then I was out.

SECOND EVALUATION
    T he room is not that large, and both people are sitting at a small table eyeing each other. There’s a man and a woman. He is of normal height and is wearing a suit that screams “government bureaucrat,” with short brown hair just starting to grey at the edges and brown eyes that are hard. He does not look like the sort of person that would smile often or for many people.
    The woman is scarred physically and mentally, but only the physical shows on her body. If you look at her eyes, though, you can tell that this is a killer who will do anything to win. Even with all that, she is an attractive woman. She is fit in a way that few truly ever attain outside of professional sports. Then again, she is a soldier — and a very good one.
    They have been sitting at a table in a small conference room for several hours now. This is the third day in a row they’ve done this. The decisions they