The collected hunters and hunters in training are all sitting together in a massive hall, it’s comfortable enough despite how frigid it is outside and with several Atlas students not participating, or at least not participating now, walking around providing refreshments the place gave off a welcoming vibe despite its utilitarian design. As well as the hunters several scientists and teacher staff also walked between groups asking questions about their training exercises and how they overcame, or tried to overcome, these challenges. The walls were covered with screens showing some of the training sessions going on, battles with giant robots, grimm or other hunters each with their own rules on how to win. Paying close attention however it was clear, given by how many people were being taken out, that not every session was being played but most were none the wiser and cheered on these fights through the screens, talked to each other or prepared for their own encounter.
Team Three was one of the first groups called up to attempt one of these training sessions. brought in front of a some how even more sterile door. Looking like something out of a science fiction show, hexagonal and opening diagonally. Walking into the first room there was one person in Atlas uniform and an eagle on a post near one of the doors, there was four included the way which this impromptu team came in. 'Morning Hunters.' The man in Atlas Uniform called out as the group walked into view with no hint of humour. 'A hostile force has taken control of this science lab, taken the scientists as hostages and captured their equipment. Obviously the main objective is the hostages but anything you can prevent leaving this lab would help. Take care and remember stay sharp, they have had time to set up. Any questions?'
The eagle squawked but the man in Atlas Uniform ignored it, the bird seemed to be getting ready to fly off but where? All the doors where shut.