As I take another shot to the head I risk moving to look Wyatt in the eye. "Any day now big guy." He huffed a laugh and started to move again. "Whoa! This sh*t is slippery." he shouts in my ear as his foot almost slips off the rope in front of him.

"Don't try and step, slide your feet like ice skating, same with your hands. Move quickly, they've stopped shooting, probably to reload." I say to the pair behind us as much as to Wyatt.

We finally make it to the platform, but the trainers have reloaded and now we have to make it down among the new wave of paintballs. As Wyatt sets me down I notice more than half our team is still up here.

"What are you guys waiting for, an invitation? Get down the ladder!" I shout at them.

like coming out of a trance and start to scramble down one at a time. It's still slow going now that the trainers

take off running. I keep up with Wyatt, not really sure where to go, but figure we must be trying

also completed the course, and faster than team one. Both teams used the one-by-one method all of you have been practicing for the last few weeks. Team three, you chose to try a different method, which earned you an additional phase of attack." There were grumbles around me, but I don't really understand why. "Can anyone tell

human backpacks vulnerable to other outside attacks. The paintballs were used to slow us

three adjust

that were riding shifted to the front to protect the partners crossing the bridge, which lowered the risk of falling, but the riders

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