0230 hours

Julien had been up early this morning - with a total of an hours goodnight sleep. He had been out until late last night, setting up what was to be an outdoor test of both endurance and a little 'getting to know the newcomer' of the 10th Marine Raiders Regiment, being the XO. His sights were set on testing Corporal Alyssa Zorin in the Appalachian mountain.

He stood outside the base, dressed in fatigues, he breathed in the cool air of the early morning. Julien leaned against the land rover with his arms crossed over his chest. The sky was dark enough that it would be difficult in crossing the terrain, as they were going to operate without the use of NVGs.

Robinson had seen enough to bring her onto the team, and certainly he had every chance to glance inside her file to find what he needed to know but went no further than that. Julien often liked to feel out a person for himself and allow the other person to make their impression on what were the baseline facts. He did not care much for the background, he wanted to know about the here and now. She had made it into MARSOC, that was the baseline standard for him.

He pulled out the route they were going to take, pinning it with a hand down on the bonnet of the land rover. It flapped gently in the wind as he pulled out a micro torch, tracing out the route as he waited for Zorin to show.


Tag:: Cpl. Alyssa Zorin

0230 hours

Alyssa was more of a night owl, preferring to sleep during the day. 0230 was normal for her to be awake functioning and not bouncing off of coffee. She wasn't too fond of 'hazing' as she called it from her team mates and in her mind that's exactly what the XO was trying to do dragging her out of bed to what could be an ungodly hour by most people.

There was a trust boundary that had not been established yet, and as such it made Alyssa very stand offish to newcomers and shooting her mouth off when perhaps she shouldn't. Her attitude wasn't negative, it just wasn't one that was condusive to holding a weekend luncheon with your team mates just because they were there. She was here to do her job and make sure everyone made it home at the end of the day.

Come hell or high water she had her teams back. The issue was knowing if they had hers. She pulled up in her JEEP and slammed the door to the SUV. One thing she wasn't was girly. She had her hair pulled back and in her fatigues looked more tom boy than blonde haired bombshell. Though the later of the two she'd been stereotyped against for years. People tended to judge a book by its cover. "Most normal people don't drag themselves out of bed to prove a point Gunny." She smirked. One thing she had was a mouth.

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There was a lot to establish, his own career in MARSOC had given him the experience and often, he had to remind himself that he had set the bar high - and to loosen up around the new recruits. But, with the fact that he had spent most of his days with the JTF, there were times when he needed to push a team member to their limits to see what they were made of.

He turned, hearing the Jeep rumbling up the road and saw Zorin step out of the vehicle.

"Most normal people don't drag themselves out of bed to prove a point Gunny."

"Who's saying we're normal now, corporal?" Julien replied, hardly missing a beat. He made a show of checking his watch, she was on time but as the saying went, she had been late. "Besides, by my account, you're five minutes late."

Julien needed to see what it took to get under the corporal's skin. "Five laps, to the boulder and back." The boulder he pointed to was at good two-fifty meters away, on a slight incline.

Alyssa chuckled, “I’d be worried if you were normal.” She had no idea what time he had on his watch but she was hardly late. However, she wasn’t going to argue the point with him. It was much too early for that. She just waited until he’d spit out the rest of what he was going to spit out so she could get with the program. Honestly, not much rattled Alyssa. After watching your abusive brother die at the hands of an equally abusive now ex fiance was… hard to stomach but was a good bit of the reason she put her heart and soul into things.

There was a thick Russian accent. She’d been born here, but her parents were Russian fresh off the boat when she’d been little. So he wanted a ¾ of a mile run. That was less than she was required to run for PT. Trick was Alyssa loved running and that alone even on an incline wasn’t about to get under her skin. She just nodded and put her feet on the ground. Only the music playing over and over again in the back of her mind was background noise. Though it was really annoying to have that stupid song stuck in her head. She hated country music.

Tag: Gy Sgt. Julien Foxwell