The man awoke. The same room lay there before him, and he laid down once more after looking around the room. He layed staring at the light far up above him, thinking about what he would do next. The next test, more information about his status, or something else.

  He thought about the test. He was sure it would be something like his last test, and the one before that. He would be tested around his parkour skills, and nothing else, and he was sure of it. He couldn’t get his mind off of this idea, so he walked around his room, and it soon turned to running.

  He ran around in circles silently. The room was silent as he ran, flowing through the air of the room. He looked around as he ran, and he noticed things about the room that he had never noticed before. These things were interesting to him. He saw more lights, a vent shaft, and even a door in the roof.

  He wondered what the door was used for. It could have been used to put him in there, or where his food came from. He wondered and made ideas for hours, before he would think about the test once more, and begin making ideas about that once again.

  After making ideas about the door, and examining it for hours he was done with it. He knew everything he could ever need to know about it without someone else telling him, or until he was released from the small prison.

  He looked around his room, and noticed nothing new this time. He would start thinking about the test. The idea that it was similar to the other tests had left his mind by now, and he began to think of other things. He thought that it could potentially be something that used a tool, or something that required other people.

  He thought that it could even be a tournament; other military members like him who were tested on fighting him at the same time, and whoever won would get into a platoon and get their rank from their skillset. #BCXN quickly thought this was impossible as it would be a waste for the company, of time, and of money.

  He kept thinking these things, until a wall in his room had a wall slide out of the way, revealing yet another room for his test. The room was much different than the others, except for one similarity. The same platform that he entered on for each test before stood there on the other side of his wall, and he stepped onto it.

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  The room was filled with squares, but they were high up, and impossible to reach, or at least he thought they were impossible to reach, at least without any tools to help him. The platform he had stepped on also had something different for the first time. It had a table on it, with 4 long legs supporting the top.

  The table had something on it, which he could not figure out what it was. The man thought about this for minutes, and walked over to the table, and picked up the item from atop it. He examined it, and noticed buttons on its side. There was something on the underside of it that he could pull on, and a button that had an S ‘safety’ on it, and another button with an R ‘release’ on it.

  He pulled the thing on the underside of the weird tool, and something shot out from the front of the tool. The thing that had come out of the gun was something attached to a rope, and the rope led into the gun, like a lead back to the gun. The thing attached to the end of it had multiple sharp sticks around it, like spikes, he was sure, they were spikes.

  The thing latched onto the ground, after he released his finger from the trigger. He was pulled towards the ground, and he quickly pressed the button with an r on it. The tool stopped bringing him closer to the floor, and instead the thing that had shot out from the inside of the tool pulled back inside of it.

  He now understood how the tool worked, and stared up at the boxes. He wasn’t sure, but he thought the tool could pull him up from the ground, and reach the box's height. He was provided no instructions for this, so he had to use his instincts to know what to do.

  He knew what to do, and all he had to do was put it into action. He pulled the trigger on the bottom of the tool with it aimed for the first box in the air, and he flew upwards. The man lost focus for a second, and almost hit the bottom of the box, but quickly refocused.

  Instantly, he pressed the r button, and aimed once again for the next box, and pulled the trigger, making him fly up into the air once more. This made him go farther into the room, and he looked down. He stared into the abyss for seconds, before realizing something was at the other end of the corridor. This was his goal, to get to the end of the corridor, and complete the test.

  The man performed the action of pulling the trigger, and getting further into the corridor multiple times, and then he finally reached the end. He was careful to get down, and he slowly pressed the button with an S on it. This button slowly let him go downwards to the place at the end of the corridor that had a box above it.

  He had reached the bottom when gas started filling the room. The gas worked its magic, and he was quickly knocked out after he breathed it in. The lights turned off once more, and men appeared in suits, and again, dragged him out of the room.

  He awoke to eat his food, which he thought was considered his dinner. He ate the food quietly, and went to sleep, ready for the next day as he always was.