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Sophie sat firmly at the bench of rifle lane 7, where she had been firing at slow intervals consisting of one round about every twenty seconds. While her shots were slow, and her body looked like a statue in how it did not move, there was only one hole in the target that had continuously grown bigger from her shots striking around the edges of the previous ones. She'd been there for the last forty minutes, not speaking, keeping her eyes focused on that one spot only blinking rarely. While she was not certain of the status of the wait line now, forty minutes ago she was the only one of six marksmen in the long distance rifle range, so she didn't feel that she was holding anyone up from their own practice schedule. As she counted each of her shots, she knew just when her ammo box beside her was empty without looking, at which time she opened her action and laid the rifle on its side. Letting out a deep breath, she blinked and finally unlocked her vision from the target, turning her head to see the empty box. Practice was always a smooth ride for Sophie, and it didn't show much momentum in the direction of changing. After delivering the emptied box to a recycling bin, Sophie dried her palms of the light sweat that was just beginning to form on them. At last she found a seat in the back of the room to relax in, where she sat with her right leg crossing over her left, her hands holding each other down at her stomach, and her head raised to the ceiling with eyes closed. Another deep breath came from her nasals before she sat in total relaxation in what she liked to think of as her state of meditation, waiting for time to pass until the next event.

Logan had watched for the last ten minutes of Sophie's time on the range. He was impressed with her performance, but his face held a neutral expression. It was one thing to be able to hit your target, but getting within range to make the shot while remaining undetected was a skill set in it's own right. Logan chewed his bottom lip slightly before he sat down on the bench next to the recruit. "Nice shooting out there recruit" He said, pulling some papers from a pocket on his pants. He gently slapped them on her chest and waited for her to take them. "Sergeant Kayez, First Battalion, Alpha company reconnaissance division. And your performance, Recruit Schofield, has bought you a shot at joining Alpha Coy's sniper platoon." He explained.

Logan nodded as he stood up, his aching feet protesting the end of their brief rest. "Those are your posting papers, had to pull a few strings to get them to you early" He said indicating the papers she now held. "They'll tell you everything you need to know about where you're going and what you're in for. I won't bullshit you, reconnaissance training is no picnic and sniper training on top of it is even more difficult. Keep up the good work you've been doing and I don't foresee you failing."

"Yes sir." she replied firmly. Looking quickly at the papers and straightening them in her hands, Sophie nodded to the Sergeant and left to her quarters to read over them. The walk there was nerve racking, while she felt the training wouldn't be so harsh, it's the possibility of her actually going into combat with the Locusts that spooked her a little. She was entirely fine should she be able to provide supporting fire from a distance, but she was at the same time concerned that she maybe faced with one of these monsters in CQC, and though she probably had quick enough reflex to dodge a savage punch or two from an uncoordinated grunt, she had no means of strength to combat one in hand to hand. Smaller concerns such as these plagued her vision of her future within COG ranks. She carried on regardless with intent to carry out her duties, and retired to check over the documentation and take a short rest.

Turning his head to the attention that was stirring in his way Sam looked at the soldier with an annoyance on his face. "Piss off!" He said in a very strong scottish accent. He knew his size was different to this fella but that wasn't going to stop him from putting the other on his a** and telling him to go away. He had speed, flexibility and quick reaction time. This is why he was with the Onyx division for a while. He would stand guard, look out for trouble and deal with those who get on his nerves but now deprived of his rank now that was truly troubling for him. He looked at Chason and shook his head in pity. Honestly he felt sorry for this platoon they would have to get in the mud just to climb up to what he well was. He definitely knew that once this little exercise was over he would go and demand to be reinstated back to his rightful rank.

Caitlyn walked out of her office and leaned herself against a railing, where she could overlook the training grounds. Most recruits were looking haggard now and she decided to call the squad assignments to order now. With her voice raised once more, she yelled across the courtyard.

"All who aren't in a squad please line up where we can see you, and all squad leaders meet me up here for the selection." Her voice boomed. She backed herself off the railing now, eyeing the recruits as they filed in. She herself was going to have to stay at the training base for another while after the new recruits leave. So much paperwork to do so little time.