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Aleksey stripped down, starting with her boots and ending with her uniform shirt. Dropping the things into a semi-neat pile on one of the smooth metal tables near the tanks, she hoisted herself up and into the tank and groped around in the liquid for the mask and necessary sensors. It was probably her least favorite part of training; being submerged completely always left her feeling distinctly uneasy, but she'd done it enough times that the slight, lingering fear of drowning was all but extinguished. Once she was prepared, always amazed at how the liquid felt cool on her skin but didn't chill her, Aleksey closed her eyes and joined the simulation.

Immediately the smell of oil, dirt, and smoke hit her as well as the faint sounds of war on the horizon. Aleksey spotted Locke at once and rested a hand on her Veinhammer PH-C.60, poised for any surprises that might come. Though she listened for the arrival of the others and any commands from her Sergeant, her eyes were also scanning the area, taking in possible threats, vantage points, or areas where a threat could be easily hidden.