Seems like good advice

Doing as you are told you head in and ask for the smoothie and a lemon flavored energy water. The banana smoothie is fantastic and you slurp it down so fast you decide to go ahead and grab a nice salad as well. Looking around the room you see what must be five or six other applicants as well, a cute deeply tanned or possibly partially part Latino girl, easily 5’8” sits across from you and asks, “You here for the tests?”

“Ya, I am guessing we all are. Did you know it was a group test?” You ask her, admiring her lovely dark eyes.

“No they didn't even tell me there were tests involved at all, I thought I already had the job.”

“I know right, I'm Gina by the way.” You offer your hand, she shakes it, a pair of bracelets jingling as she does.

“Marcella, nice to meet another pretty face.” She says smiling.

The two of you chat about nothing much for the next hour as several more applicants filter in. Finally there is an alert on your Novacom that the test is in 15 minutes and to make your way out back to the staging area. “Good luck Marcella.” You say to her as you see the Captain and head his way.

"Welcome all. Some of you I have already met, for the others my name is Captain Montana. I will be evaluating all of you today. You will be required to pass two physical tests in order to be accepted into the training program." He points at a door to a small out building, "For the tests an armored wet suit, gloves and shoes are being provided, get changed." 5 at a time all of you go into the little room and put on the neck to ankle suit, it looks like lightly textured black latex that is rather loose fitting with a button at the neck that shrinks it skin tight, an armored patch concealing your naughty bits. The little shoes are padded but grippy with lots of traction, and the gloves seem armored but are very light. All in place your only skin showing is above the high collar. Once everyone is ready he yells. "Runners up to the line." He then taps his Novacom, "Set your com to link with test one... Good. Online. Route markers in place. 7 mile run, everyone receiving?"

"Yes sir." Most of you call out in unison.

"Go."

Running, swimming, climbing, and even a little bike ride, you race the course hard, but not so hard as to exhaust yourself. Keeping a close look on your time, you end up finishing 11th, several minutes before the limit. The captain clicks his com as you pass the finish and gives you a little nod. You don't see who won, but you did get the luxury of watching Marcella run as she pretty much stayed about ten to twenty feet in front of you at any time as if she was specifically trying to beat you.

Eventually you hear the captain call out, "Time." and the two people yet to finish have a look of dread on their faces, yet he waits till they finish before calling out, "Next race in ten. Each of you has a pack with your name on it, it is 30% of your body weight." You get on the line, put on your pack, and get ready. When all are settled he calls, "Go."
The obstacle course is much harder than the run, but you quickly discover your own body weight to strength ratio must be pretty impressive as you quickly find yourself in the lead pack. The only thing that causes you to end up third is your height. All in all two tall lanky men beat you and as you finish the Captain says, “First female, nice work.” Once all the racers are in the captain says, "Thank you all for coming out today. If you passed both races your name is entered at the hotel and your room is on us, we will call you in the morning. The rest of you, again thank you for coming, some of you will get a call due to other specific needs by the company. If you don't hear from us by the morning you can assume your abilities will not be required." He then gathers up his things and walks back inside.

All of you are sort of just left there in your armored wet suits looking around. Marcella finds you after milling about for a few minutes, “You kicked my ass the second race, I only passed by 23 seconds, can you believe it. I blame these.” She says cupping her rather ample breasts.

“Naah, if anything it was your ass.” You say with a laugh. She joins in laughing at her expense.

A minute or so later the only three other female runners to pass walk over and see the two of you talking, “So do you know if we keep the uniforms?”

The two of you look at each other and you shrug, “No idea. But I passed and they didn't say to give it up, so I'm keeping it till they do.”

Just then a guy yells, “Stip club run.”