Azrael quietly left the control room, threading through the hallways which he had been assigned to. He knew that those that where stationed within this wing of the training complex would be his to train, his to get ready for the annual wargames that would be held every midsummer. He sighed though, already knowing that there was little chance that they would win the games this year, the lack of discipline with the recruits made it harder and harder for him to think positively, but he still tried to do so.
He passed several doors as he walked, hearing the soft breathing of some of the recruits as they slept quietly, and soon a smile crept over his face. "Sleep well little ones.... you deserve it." He walked on and on, ever passing through the hallways, but he did not see anyone, and soon he found himself before the entrance to the complex, unaware of how he had gotten there...