The Assault Course (Open)

It was finished. At long last, after half a year of work, it was done. Sam had enlisted the help of a band of Hephaestus kids to help him build an assault course in the woods that would help him hone his parkour-influenced combat style. In return he'd spent the previous half year lugging supplies around for Hephaestus, but it was worth it.
Sam's assault course wasn't too big, but it had nearly every obstacle in the book. There was a five foot fence, a six foot and a ten foot wall, a climbing net, a ladder and two dirt pits topped with barbed wire that had to be crawled under. Furthermore, targets had been set up along the sides of the course and were matched with each obstacle. It was the intention for Sam to hit all these targets as he was going over the obstacles, all in record speed.
To make things even more difficult, Sam was wearing a backpack full of supplies, his piecemeal armour and his rifle hung at his side. He would actually be using one of his pistols to hit the targets, but the hanging rifle simulated a real combat scenario.
Sam checked the load on his pistol, set his watch, and immediately took off. He vaulted over the fence and shot the first target as he was coming up in a roll. Then he scaled the six foot wall, hit a target when he was halfway up, before coming over the other side. After that he tackled the ten foot wall and the net, scaled them in short order, hit the targets and came back down-all while being impeded by sixty pounds of supplies and a rifle hanging loose at his side.
Finally, Sam arrived at the last obstacle-the dirt pits. The barbed wire was low enough to catch his pack, so Sam quickly ripped it off and hurled it aside before diving under the wire and beginning to army crawl.

I walk through the woods on my way to the lake whem I see what looks like an assault course, I look at the guy " Nice course" I say

Sam didn't hear her at first. He was in the zone, crawling through the mud as fast as he could. As he reached the end he got to one knee, whipped out his pistol again and bullseyed four more targets in the trees. Then he stopped his watch.
"A minute forty five. Heh," he muttered before realizing someone was there. "Uh, yeah. Hephaestus helped me build this."

" what'cha training for" I ask

Sam grunted. "The war. What else? We just went through a battle, and you can bet more are coming. I have to stay on top of my game."

" Oh well I'm Angela Sparks daughter of Athena, nice to meet you" I say

"Sam Anders. Morpheus," Sam responded, coming back to the start of the course, picking up his training pack along the way and briefly glancing at his mudstained clothes. "Maybe I'm actually gonna have to change later. Meh. Again."
Sam set his watch and ran the course a second time, finishing twenty seconds quicker.

"your really good" I say quietly

Sam shrugged. "Yeah, well. I've had practice on the mean streets of society. You know what? I think all the campers should start running this as a part of their training. It may just save some of their lives."

" I agree, it could give us an advantage" I say

"In that case," Sam said. "How about you spread the word among the Athena kids? I'd do it myself, but uh...let's say not many people listen to me. I'll try to talk to the other cabins about it."

" well they should listen to you, i'll try to talk to my siblings" I say

"Okay," Sam said. He then took out one pistol and handed it to Angela. "Here. How about you try and run this course?"

I grimace " uh no thanks I'm not very good at this kind of training" I say looking embarressed

Sam sighed. "Fine. Not now then. But I'd advise you get on this course soon, for your own sake. The monsters will be back for more. Now, I'm off to see what else I can do around here. I don't care if you follow me."
Sam holstered his pistol, slung the pack over his shoulder and jogged away from the assault course. He had forgotten about his mudstained clothing.

I roll my eyes and jog after him

When Sam led Gen and Zan to the assault course, someone was already there-a man of perhaps twenty. He was six feet tall with slick blond hair, gray eyes, a fairly handsome face and a shotgun slung over his back. The strangest thing was the man's attire-as opposed to casual clothing, he wore an olive dress shirt and brown slacks.
Sam stopped. "Who are you?"

"Malcolm Reed, son of Athena," Malcolm responded in his distinctive Scottish accent. "Did you build this?"
"Hephaestus and I, yeah," Sam replied.
Malcolm nodded. "Well it's a nice piece of work, lad."
"Thanks. Same to your wardrobe," Sam remarked sarcastically.
Malcolm chuckled. "Hah. I get that a lot."

Gen couldn't help but wolf whistle. This place were wicked. And by wicked, she means things that she always wanted to have during one of the battles. "Nice fort.", she commented.

~so sorry!

OOC: Just waiting for Lady Roxanne to post. Since Zan is with the group, I'd like her to comment before we move on.

"If ya don't mind, lad, I'd like to take a crack at it," Malcolm said.
Sam tossed him a pistol. "Don't forget the targets."
Malcolm looked the gun over. "Beretta 92FS. Nine millimetre, 17-round capacity. Not bad. I'll make sure to use it well."
Sam tossed Malcolm a sixty-pound backpack and then set his watch. "You're wearing this too. Now go."
Malcolm took off, vaulting over the fence, climbing the walls and trying his best to bullseye every target. He didn't get dead centre every time, though.

As he reached the dirt pits topped with barbed wire, Malcolm threw off his backpack and army crawled the rest of the way. He got up and shot the last two targets. "Time?"
Sam stopped his watch. "A minute forty one. Decent. Okay Zan, your turn."

"A minute forty. Beat him out by one second," Sam said. "And no, I don't have any food."
"Eh, I have an apple." Malcolm reached into his pocket, produced a Macintosh and tossed it to Zan.