The Call Up

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Wanda recruit, welcome

to the call up.

Report to the 25th floor.

Is this it?

Wanda

floor 25.

Oh, here they are.

Yo.

You're late, man.

I... yeah, sorry. I...

are you in charge?

No.

We know as much as you do.

Or as little.

Wanda recruits, welcome

to beta testing.

Please sign in on

the tablets provided.

So where are you from?

From Bosnia.

I am from Sarajevo...

It's in Europe.

Wanda please locate

your individual locker.

Deposit all valuables and

electronic devices.

Please put on the

motion-capture suits provided.

Do they really expect us

to wear these?

What's the matter, b*tch tits?

You need a bra with that?

All right, so we're stuck

in it now, huh?

Why sox?

It's my girlfriend's cat.

Oh... that's cute.

So, this is awkward.

It's okay, I work

in a hospital...

And there is no modesty

in sickness, either.

Do you work out much?

Are you kidding?

I live in the gym, man.

Basic training.

Ah, you're a soldier.

Artillery. Middle east.

Wanda

the call up is about to begin.

Please, proceed to your

assignment.

Let's go.

Wanda please, step onto the

scanner and state your gamer tag.

Name?

Atlas.

Wandawelcome, atlas.

Please, collectyour equipment.

Name?

Reaper 2000.

Wait, you haven't heard of me?

Seriously? But...

Wanda welcome, reaper 2000.

Please collect your equipment.

Name?

Straight shooter.

Wanda

welcome, straight shooter.

Jesus, this is some pretty

fancy sh*t.

Interactive gaming units.

I've read about stuff like this.

Full immersion technologies.

Bubble play.

I thought this would

only be for elites.

I don't recognize any of you

from the leader boards.

You ever seen anything

like this before?

Wanda please put on

your gaming suits.

The polymer matrix composite

armor...

Has been developed to give the

most advanced haptic feedback.

54 individually calibrated

vibration points...

Are located within the suit to provide the

closest possible experience to modern warfare.

The helmet secures itself

via neck, chin...

And jaw, to ensure your safety

during the game.

Training cannot commence until

all players are equipped.

What?

I'm not playing in this.

What's your problem, guy?

Is that not your gamer tag,

terrorist one?

It was supposed to be ironic.

I get it.

Wanda training cannot commence

until all players are equipped.

What's up with this guy?

What's he doing?

Come on.

Look, this guy doesn't want to

play. Can somebody let him out?

Open the door, please!

Would they really lock us in?

Open the door before

i kick it down!

Excuse me, dumbass. You mind

quit wasting everybody's time?

You chose the name, right?

So suit up and shut up, man.

Get on with the game.

What's your real name?

We can't use real names.

Zahid.

Zahid.

Well, if none of us care,

does it really matter?

We all know what you meant.

It's the principle.

Come on...

How bad can it really be?

Wanda recruits, lower your visors.

Begin training module.

This is crazy.

It's amazing.

Oh, this takes me back.

This is unbelievable.

What do you think?

I am thinking it

was a big mistake.

What do you mean?

Hey.

My tattoos are gone.

Is this even possible?

A 110 degree micro-light plasma, with added

depth perception and periphery coverage.

The speakers are fricking

awesome!

It's a computer screen?

Simply put. It's like I died

and went to gamer heaven.

What do you say now, terrorist?

You still don't wanna

play the game?

Ten hut!

Recruits, fall in!

Hah, no way.

Hey, go on.

Stand up straight, you sorry

looking motherfuckers.

You will shut your cake-hole,

private f*** nuts.

Do you understand me?

Sir, yes, sir!

Outstanding.

Totally had me fooled.

Follow me, maggots.

Alpha company, collect your

weapons.

Excellent... sig-sauer.

This is your new best friend.

Whoa!

Fire at will.

Oh, yeah.

The recoil... everything.

It's so real.

It's just like the real thing.

It can't be like that.

Unlucky.

Bullshit, man, this ain't

calibrated right.

That's right, b*tches.

All recruits must test

their weapons.

I'm sorry.

That was good.

Come on.

Pay attention, maggots!

If you get hit...

First shot, it will cost

you your armor.

Oh, sh*t! Oh, my god!

Oh, god!

Are you all right?

Sh*t, man.

This sh*t's hilarious.

You see...

oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh, my god.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

It's not so bad, right?

You need to breathe, okay?

In through your nose, out

through your mouth. Breathe.

What the...?

Sergeant

you start the game...

Breathe in, and out.

...with one flak jacket.

Lose it...

And you'll need one of these.

Keep your eyes peeled.

These things are rare

as rocking horse sh*t.

Without one, you'll be

in a world of pain.

Recruits, the building has been

overrun by highly trained terrorists.

Your job is to take them out as you

make your way to the ground floor.

The gamer with the

highest score wins.

$100.000.

Now, move out!

Wanda the call up will begin

in five, four, three, two, one.

Looks like it's show time.

Lock and load, people.

No loud noises or sudden

movements.

We're all prey out here now until we

figure out what the hell's going on.

That f***ing hurt.

Stay together, and remember...

Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.

Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.

What are we even supposed

to be doing?

Nice of you ladies

to finally join us.

Get down!

Damn.

Look at this.

Got him.

You all right?

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