Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055/@comment-24416658-20160528183412

"Classes? There are no classes." Nacoma took a sip of her drink. "There are training events. You'll work at the Fort whenever you come here or are called upon for a mission, and you have to ask a Minuteman about letting them help you. I handle archery and free-running." Nacoma set down her cup.

"Aside from that, the Minutemen are the most elite of the Pilgrims, save for the General himself. We're given the hardest missions, the most difficult tasks. Many Minutemen tend to go out on missions for days, once even weeks. And sometimes they take lower rankers with them. Since you all joined through initiation, you'll be designated as Rangemen. That's the third tier of the Pilgrims. Do missions and patrols and you'll rank up eventually. Took me years to get to mine." Nacoma looked at the two in front of her.

"So, later I can take you to the Minutemen that could help you, if you want. Right now you're just going to go through the basics. Shouldn't be too hard for you guys."

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The folder that Laura opened had seemingly boring topics inside. Grimm research, animal testing, genetic enhancement. However, one folder, unlike the others, was highlighted red, and was simply titled [Disregard]. The file size was much larger than the others, and it required a decryption to open. Hovering over the file made it read [Warning: Alarm active].