EEEEEEEE! EEEEEEE!
THUD!
The sound of thick metal barriers slamming into the ground fortunately rang throughout the Academy.
Yes.
Fortunately.
Because if D-29 hadn’t reported in time that the sudden barrier activation, or rather, their abrupt confinement, had been initiated by the Academy instructors themselves instead of some terrorist organization, that heavy sound of finality would’ve probably been followed by something considerably louder.
Like an explosion.
After all, one Oliver Mylor had already pulled out his ever-so-handy mines with the same instinctive ease a particularly jumpy person might’ve reached for a revive pill!
The blonde was even eyeing the rapidly closing exits, clearly calculating where he should throw one.
Meanwhile, Xavier, Kyle, Princess Kira, Ada, and even Luca already had a leg poised to spring into action.
And judging by the energy gathering around several of them, subtlety hadn’t even crossed their minds.
Strangely enough, while Theo and Noah didn’t particularly think about things like hostage situations, only one redhead seemed to react for an entirely different reason.
Jax didn’t feel that familiar prickle of danger crawling over his skin.
There were no goosebumps warning him that something terrible was about to attack.
Instead, he felt something arguably worse.
Dread.
Deep, inexplicable dread.
"..."
He had a horrible feeling he wasn’t going to like whatever came next.
And apparently, his instincts were right.
Because just as D-29 managed to convince everyone not to attack the Academy doors and probably traumatize the other students in the process, the panicked screams echoing throughout the hallways were interrupted by a cheerful announcement.
"Greetings, cadets! Welcome to this year’s annual First-Year Field Training Program. In lieu of the Main Auditorium, all first-year students are asked to proceed toward Training Arena 2 via the guided lanes. Your prompt and orderly cooperation is expected."
"..."
Several cadets slowly looked around.
What?
Before anyone could properly process the announcement, glowing projections suddenly flickered to life across the floor.
One after another, bright arrows appeared along the corridor, forming a clear path toward the outskirts of the Academy.
Then, as though the first announcement hadn’t already been perfectly audible, the same unusually cheerful voice began repeating it, only to be gradually drowned out by the increasingly panicked voices of the students.
Luca saw his good brother react first.
"?!"
Ollie jumped so violently that he looked like he’d just discovered the floor beneath him was on fire.
Unfortunately, Luca couldn’t exactly reassure him either.
Because even he wasn’t entirely sure what was happening!
At the very least, he’d experienced something similar when they were abruptly woken by blaring alarms for their first assessment exam. But that had only involved students from the Mecha Combat Division, so he could kind of understand why everyone else seemed so apprehensive.
In times like this, it was probably best to ask someone who might know a little more.
The golden-eyed cadet looked around before instinctively turning toward his husband, only to pause when he noticed the subtle annoyance already settling across Xavier’s face.
Not at him, of course.
But his husband was definitely narrowing his eyes at the spots where the hidden speakers should be.
Apparently, Xavier didn’t appreciate this particular surprise either.
"Wow, Host! The footage for your first field trip is already starting out wonderfully! It hasn’t even been five minutes, and we’ve achieved this level of anticipation!"
Anticipation?
For one, the Academy clearly intended to include all of its first-year students.
Instead of being kept away from the other students, he was being treated as part of the group that absolutely had to participate.

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