Loud grinding noises sounded out into the vast desert. Large gates opened at a facility that somewhat looked like a bunker. Men walked out in fleets, dressed in a uniform meant for war.

  A man dressed in full black clothing came out of a different hatch in the ground. The sun shined bright, blazing heat upon the soldiers. The man dressed in full black gave instructions to the crowd. They were about a mission the platoon of soldiers were going to do.

  The mission was to infiltrate an illegal immigration site to get more workers for the company. The men marched through the harsh environment with guns loaded full of live ammunition. They marched until they reached their desired destination.

  Their destination was a parking spot full of armored trucks for the men. Cars were much faster and it saved energy. The men set their rifles down onto the seats, and climbed into the trucks. Once they were in the truck, they picked their guns back up, and gripped them tightly.

  The soldiers sat in the car awaiting their arrival at the immigration site. Their plan was to walk to the cars, then drive to the immigration site. They would sneak in through the back entrance and put the immigrants at gunpoint, then bring them back to the base. Once back at the base, the immigrants would be transferred to a work facility nearby.

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  The plan was simple, but it was sure to be effective. The men still sat, still as statues, only moving to breath. They were like robots. The reason for this was that they were made by an incubator inside of a laboratory at another one of the company's facilities.

  The men had also gone through multiple tests to make sure they were strong enough. These tests included physical stunts, and even fighting against other people in a life or death game. The soldiers' ranks were based on how fast they could complete the fighting test. The fastest, or most skilled would be the leader inside of the platoon.

  The leader in this platoon was a man who was given the code #BCXN. Every soldier and worker that worked for the company, that were produced by the company in its lab’s, were labeled with this same type of 4 digit code.

  #BCXN, the leader of the platoon, sat in the front of one of the armored trucks. The man breathed quietly, and a fly flew around near him, buzzing. The man quickly squashed the bug in the palm of his hand. The man did not get his hands dirty; he had gloves on.

  #BCXN was a merciless killer, and had no emotion, or remorse. The recording of the tests showed his abilities. The man mercilessly slaughtered everyone in his arena, and came out unscathed, with no wounds. He was even able to beat a sniper, who was sitting on the top of an incredibly high tower in the arena. The top members and executives of the private company knew he was good at what he was meant for, and made him the captain.

  As time passed, the cars got closer and closer to their destination. They arrived at the camp, still in the desert, but in an oasis. The river's water ran across the camp, while the men got out of their cars. They were ready for this.