*Hydraulic sound*.
As I heard the familiar hydraulic opening sound, Professor Kala and I walked out from the steel door entrance of the indoor shooting range, leaving behind the wailing of despair coming from the grunts. I couldn't help but feel exasperated hearing the creepy wailing of my senior grunts, but I chose to ignore it in favor of a more pressing issue: proper gear equipment for my (almost naked) grunt body.
The professor herself seemed to not care much about their wailing either as she walked toward a direction inside the Grunt Armory. Naturally, I followed her as she guided me toward the 'clothing section' of the Grunt Armory, where I would supposedly get my 'standard-issue' attire.