I reported at 0530 this morning, because out of nowhere, Killer thought I've been having too much 'relax' time.

I was having my third round of the ground, when I saw Uncle followed by Ren and Nick. And boy, they were about to die.
They were led directly to pull up bars, and this time, Nick was the first to hang up. Ren was back to crunches.

He was giving colourful lectures to both. When Nick couldn't pull up anymore, and Ren seemed to be unable to use her abs anymore, he ordered them to switch positions.

Now Nick was on the ground, doing crunches with all his might, and Ren struggling with each pull up.
First to give up was Ren, who fell after 12. Nick slowed down, but didn't stop, shifting all the attention to my poor girl.

She began with situps next.
I think Nick and Ren were having a competition- who will give up first.
Because none of them looked like stopping anytime soon. Or may be they were made to compete against each other.
Nick went straight and in an attempt to pull up for next crunch, he fell back.

Uncle gave her a loud earful, while Ren melted silently, on the ground.
Both of them pushed for a few minutes, before they were allowed to let go.
As soon as they left, he climbed up on the bars, for his own routine.

The sweaty pair walked towards us, rather crawled.
"What a sight!" Killer mocked.
They gave him a death glare but crossed him silently and walked away.

I asked myself, doesn't he remember his own days? Or doesn't he know that he's gonna be in a much worse state than these two?
May be no one will dare to say 'what a sight' to him. Bloody Killer.

"Ready to bring out your hate?" I heard him, and my hate for him just doubled.
"Yes sir!" I said, full of energy, ready to punch the life out of him.

I must have gifted him a few good hits because he grunted once.
Good going Jane!
Just then he kicked my ankle and I collapsed.

"Never lose focus, and don't be too proud of yourself, in the middle of a fight."
"Right sir" even if I hated him so much, he spoke the truth.

That session lasted longer than previous ones, me earning a few of his 'light' punches, and him facing my 'deadly' hits.
This time while coming back, he wasn't the only one limping.

We went to mess. After ensuring that I will not puke out the delicious milk shake, he left me there, proceeding for a meeting with Uncle, taking Nick along with him.

I sat there, for around an hour, talking to Flynn, who was pulling my leg for kicking Killer this morning.

I was about to get up and leave when I saw Ethan entering.
His face was pale and fear was obvious in his eyes.

"You seem to have lost something very dear, Eth. Is everything okay?"
"I'm stuck between the father and sons. They will be the death of me!" he replied emotionless.

Well everyone in this academy is stuck there. But Ethan seems to be a little deeper.
I look at him, to continue.

"
Colonel called me in his office. Fletcher and Coach Carter were there too.
I could feel the trouble vibes.
Colonel after letting me stand at ease - I've got reviews about you. Are you that good, SC?

I didn't know how to respond to that question.
'I try to do my best, ssir.'

'Now, you need to do better than your best. Me and your teachers are betting on your performance during the term end trials. If you top the results, I will win. If someone else does, these two will. Who do you think should win the hand, cadet?"
I have never heard him talking to me directly, for so long. Usually he showers hell in just three or four words.
I wonder how Fletcher and Coach Carter survived their training under him.

I gulped down when I understood where exactly I'm being placed.
If I win, Fletcher and Carter will be killed, and they'll murder me the next time they get their hands on me. If I lose, Rambo will kill me at first sight.

I hate these men, specially Colonel. He never misses a chance to f*ck with our minds.

"Colonel should win the hand, sir."
I don't have the guts to use the word 'You' with him.
Atleast he is happy right now, based on his devilish smile.
He turned towards his sons 'You- get ready to bite the dust. This boy is going to beat you.'

"

" Bite the dust? What is at stake in this bet? Whoever loses, it won't be a pleasant experience for you, that's sure, Ethan!" I say reflexively.

"I know! That's why I'm dreading these trials! Though I hate the sons' torture, I really don't want to fall prey to Rambo Sir's treatment. I have no option but to defeat my trainers even if I don't want."

Poor boy, he's caught up badly.
I was laughing, as an outsider, on his condition. These guys have their own ways to have fun.

I went to Ren next.
I had time till evening. Why not spend it with people who deserve my time.
"Hey sugar!"
See, meeting her is never a bad decision.

"Hi Ren. What are these term end trials?"
"Ah. Nothing great. It's like a trailer of the whole movie you've already seen."
"What?" this woman!

"See, the boys go through all this training, all these months. At the end of each term, they are tested, whether they have learnt what has been taught to them, whether they have improved as compared to last time, or whether they have let go of hardwork because of the upcoming break, so on and so forth."

"I see.. What do they do exactly?"
"It's not a well planned thing, mostly happening in the last week of every term. It depends on the instructors, since they know the strong and weak points of cadets. Usually they choose the weak portions, so that boys go home scared and do not stop working out during the leave."

"Eth told me that Uncle and the brothers have bet on his performance."

"Oh boy, they really did that?" she laughed and continued "Sir is really in a mood this time. He wants to screw NicknWills nicely. Ofcourse Ethan will not let him down."
That's true. Afterall he's THE boss.

"But Nick is going on leave."
"Is he? I didn't know it got sanctioned. Bloody brinjal. I was denied a single day off during this period, thanks to your dear Killer. Sir wanted a medical aid ready, when he restarts his training. That's why I chose to spend a month at home in the middle of term, you remember we met the first day after I joined back?"

" Yep, very clearly. You brought in all the happiness" I said, sending a flying kiss towards her.
She laughed in the usual melodic way, and we chatted a little more.

I proceeded for my evening dose in gym. I saw Killer working out there, sweating rivers.
He looked angry, and for a moment, I thought of skipping this session.
Before I could turn back, I heard "I saw you. Now get in here."

Damn! Those eagle eyes!
I went in, and was taken to a punching bag. I punched that thing, and realised that it's not as soft as it looks.
It really needs good amount of energy to barely move.

For giving me a demonstration, he punched the bag in a precision and power, I can never think of.
He made the whole thing shake, while I could barely move it.

Practicing on that life-less elephant felt like hours, followed by my daily reminder of goofing up.
I was on my 70th pushup, when my saviour entered.
"Hi people!" she greeted us both, but pointing towards him, "You, don't forget the promise."

"I'm bad at promises. I'll try." and Ren stood with wide eyes, feeling cheated.
Though he didn't go any easy on her, today, for a change, he skipped those cheat punches. I guess that's more than what one should expect.

After Ren gave up, he helped her up.
"So, last day of freedom, huh Willy?"
Last day?
Shit!
Killer is getting the fibrecast off tomorrow!
Dobby will be free!

Damn damn, he'll become a normal human being again. I'll no longer see a limping Killer.

"Yep. Can't wait to die." he responded, definitely keeping in mind, his near future.
Ren scoffed at him, trying to mock him, while hiding her jealousy. I chuckled at both of them, earning two glares.

I excused myself and left the gym, before they decide to dig my grave here.
" 0700 hours! We are going there one last time." I heard Killer shout in the background, and I responded a "yes sir" loud enough for him to hear.
The thought of meeting Mr. Martins again, gave me butterflies.

On the way back, I saw Nick coming towards gym.
I loudly whispered 'Danger! Danger!' and he smiled at my kiddish behaviour.
God that guy needs to loosen up a bit.

"Did you call him?" I asked him curiously.
"Not yet. I can't. I'm afraid."

"Nick?"
"I'll do before I leave KMA."

"Alright. How are you two getting along?"
"I can't decide how to behave with him. I want to be angry at both, him and Dad, but somehow I feel nobody is at fault. I'm trying to be normal, specially because, Trials are coming up, and I have no option but to discuss things normally with him."

"Then why don't you go and talk to Uncle directly?"
"And get myself killed for doing a mission impossible in his office? No way."

I laughed at his prompt reply.
"Is something cooking between you and Doctor bones?" he asked me with a smirk.
I hit him hard on his shoulder.
He laughed loudly and continued "You just answered my question. See you at the bar next time." he winked and left.

God! Nick is going to roast me there, if I join them in their game.

.

"Morning sir!" Come on Uncle!
"Sir.. Please I beg you.." why are you so cute, Mr. Martins?

"Hey doc, don't start again. Tell me when are you giving my boy back in full piece?" Uncle asked him cheerfully, and I laughed on the inside.
He can't wait to see Killer without the cast.

Just then enters the villain, walking normally.
"There you go.!" Martins says, dramatically, and all of us, except Killer, laugh at his little joke.

"But Sir, you need to ensure that he gets proper and adequate physiotherapy. His muscles need to build up before he strains the limb. It would take around 2-3 weeks for his muscle mass to grow back, with proper physiotherapy and healthy diet."

"You heard it Ren?" uncle said without turning back to see her.
"Yes sir." she meekly replied.

"Now that's ensured, thanks for everything doc. Though this sounds really bad, but hope not to see you again" uncle laughed as he got up, and was joined by others.

"I understand sir. While you wrap up with the documentation, can I have a word with the lady here?" I swallowed hard, knowing that all eyes were on me.

"Sure! Boys, let's go!" Uncle said in a sporty tone and took everyone out.
I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"What?"
"They're gonna kill me, pulling my leg." I stated the truth, knowing all of them so well.
He laughed then suddenly asked in a serious tone.
"You free next to next Sunday?"
Gosh!

"I.. I.. Don't know.." what? What are you doing Jane!
"I mean, yea. I'm free." I said with a smile.
Congratulations Jane, Grandma Killer is not leaving you alive for this one.

He smiled back "I'll let you know the details. And don't worry, I'll talk to Colonel." he winked.

I couldn't stop blushing the whole day.
He just asked me out for a date!

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Yeah, I know my title is lagging behind, Colonel returned long back😅.

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