Ok so there's a bad news for all my dear readers. I'm going off Wattpad for next six months, due to professional requirements. And I had to take this decision in a hurry, so I decided to give you people a decent read, before leaving. I know this chapter will be very boring, and you'll hate me, but I had no choice. Forgive me.

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I saw Nick running away to join the boys. Killer coming to call him, is a hell in itself.

My best friend here once took a short class about football, for me. He thought it was important for me to know basics of a game, which is a matter of life and death here. And now that we're part of one big group, I need to match their thought frequency. So I know very basic points - Duration of each half, concept of extra time, number of players in a team, number of substitutes, color cards, etc etc.

"Keep the beds ready. You'll be needing them. Arrange a few more if you can." Killer only peeped in and looked at Ren. "I'll report that as intentional harm! Do not-" Ren tried to stop him.

"Then let me see you reporting with blue abs." Killer said in a very dangerous tone. Ren opened her mouth only to shut it back when he raised his eyebrows.

"Good girl. Now get up and arrange stuff." He ordered and left. I turned to look at Ren who was now standing, as told. "This man will be the death of me!" She cussed and started shifting, one by one, the iv stands (from which those fluid bottles hang upside down) from one corner, next to each bed.

A few more shifting of things and she came back to sit next to me. "I didn't know you were restarting Ab-punches with him." I said.

"Oh you too? I thought I was the only one who had no clue about it." What? So Killer just declared that they'll be having a gym session. And she didn't even refuse. Ah well, Why would she? She knows she has no 'rights'.

Sometimes, though very teeny tiny possibility, I think that this father-son duo is only torturing her, not helping her. But that tiny doubt is cleared when she mentions about her improvement.

"So how many boys are you expecting?" I asked her. Yea, we have no job!

"Nothing less than five. He'll ensure I fall in bed crisis. That pork." Haha! How do these people manage to do all this?! They know each others weakness and they always hit on that point, specially Uncle and Killer.

We waited for forty minutes, but nobody came. I suspected something is wrong, and I went to see for myself. I wasn't surprised at what I saw. The practice match hasn't even started. Two group of boys were crawling along either ends of the field. One was led by Ethan, and other, of course, by dear Nick.

Nick and his boys had a football each, held between their ankles. They had lifted their legs in the air, below the knee part. I stood there to see the catch. There! One boy dropped the ball. Killer let out a large whistle and all the boys of Nick's team stood up with their footballs in their hands high up in the air. They ran five rounds of the ground and started crawling again, from the starting point. Meanwhile the other half had completed two returns of their own line.

The boys are going to hate Nick after this. "A tortoise will be faster and better balanced than you all!" No need to say they hate Killer already.

"Team B, if you're going to take a week to finish seven returns, I'll excuse the A people to set up your tents here. Why should they suffer till you complete your f*cking punishment? Anyways, your sorry asses are not leaving the ground till you give me seven complete returns. So move them quickly."

Alright. So Ethan and A team are supposed to keep crawling till Nick and B team finish their complete 7 returns, without the ball falling on the ground. And everytime B drops it, they'll run five rounds and start from the beginning. I feel bad for A more than B. But nice creativity there, Killer.

"I thought we'll have a good fair match this evening, and based on the scores, we'll decide who needs more practice. But I think the leaders first need to learn reporting on time. Just finish this fast and give me the final score of today's.. I'm sorry, tonight's match. I don't plan to stay up all night, unlike the unlucky half of you. NOW MOVE IT !"

I gave up on knowing the second half of story tonight. It's pretty obvious Team B is gonna lose and stay up all night, as promised. I felt the need to apologise to Nick and other members of B. He got late because of my curiosity.

Somehow Nick managed to cheer up his boys and pushed through. It was dark by the time they started their match. Any other person would think that they have mopped the field with their jerseys before playing, they looked that dirty!

I kept taking rounds between med care room and the ground. Everytime I heard a whistle, my heart would sink, thinking about Nick. Halftime score was A1-B0. For that single goal, the team actually celebrated, thanking God for saving them from Killer.

And after a 90 minute match, B team was ready to offer their heads for losing 3-0 to A. A-team boys were sent back for shower and dinner and a peaceful night. Before Killer would declare fire for B, they fell at his feet, begging to cut them some slack. They were lucky because he was in a good mood, being able to walk without that stick. He let the boys go with only 3 clockwise and 3 anticlockwise rounds of the field, and a warning that if they lose any practice match in next week, they better stay prepared to be up all night.

Nick didn't accompany the boys for those 6 rounds. Instead, he was doing modified suicides. Killer marked two points at a distance. He stood near one where Nick would touch and fall back. On the other end, cramps waited for him. In sets of 10, Killer covered almost all routine exercises, with each suicide. This went on till the boys completed their rounds. They were spent, but Nick was literally drained.

After the boys left, Killer pulled up the half dead man and dragged him to med care. He unloaded the sack on one bed and came to sit besides me.

"No Dehydration, just exhaustion. Give him a litre or two of ORS, and he'll be fine." He said to Ren who was checking Nick's pulse.

"Why do you do this to him? He was dehydrated this morning!" Ren replied irritated. "Oh I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't know what he underwent last night. I wasn't there to witness it. Because I was waiting for a f*cking stretcher for one and a half hour before giving up!"

Oopsie. I tried to save my buddy's ass. "He was feeling sorry this morning for the stretcher thing-" "I don't mind it. Boss had to take out his anger, its better I passed out in front of him." While he went in deep thoughts, I went in shock.

We both came back to reality. "But he got the whole team late, I'll never tolerate that. Specially after being ordered to supervise the practice, I'll not accept anyone to be late." "It's our mistake he got late." Me and Ren said together.

"Yes we tricked him into... Talking.. And he lost the track of time." I finished. "So Captain Renee Scott? You're at fault too?" He said in an amused tone.

"Nope. She's the culprit. You deal with her." She said last part looking at me while I looked back at her with open mouth.

"I heard what you said a few seconds ago, too." Aha. Ren is still in.

"Fine. Anyways you're gonna puncture my abs soon. Yes he got late because of us. He's a good guy, be good to- " "Will you please stop defending him? I have to think what to do with you, now." And Renee was shut again.

After a few minutes of absolute silence, "Should Major Philip know about how his instructions were not followed? Just asking in case he cross checks with me tomorrow." Ren asked with that devil smile.

"I'll overlook this one time. Don't get him in trouble again. Clear?" He said with raised eyebrows and heavy tone, looking at her head to toe and back. I hid a laugh. "Crystal clear, sir." Ren replied with laugh, celebrating her escape.

"Now about You." And my breath got stuck in my throat. Suddenly my heart was pounding so fast I thought I'll pass out.

"Yes Sir?" "You tricked him into talking, if I heard right."

"Well, actually, he... Umm we..." "Meet me on the ground at 10." he said and got up.

While leaving he shouted loudly "Same place, same time Ren." and he left.

Both of us were looking at each other in silence. Just then two boys from B team entered. Following them, with a gap of hardly ten minutes, another one from B, along with one from A.

Ren's face was red now. She made one of them sit on a chair and made the rest three lie down.

She had sent three of the boys back, in better health, by 9.50. I informed her and left for the ground. I was worried what will he make me do.

He was standing there when I reached. "Drop" He spoke without turning or looking at me. I was on all fours, waiting for his next instruction. I've learnt this- do only what is told.

I saw his feet turning. "twenty in forty seconds, and you can get up. Start." Damnit. I was avoiding timed Pushups all these days. But that's Killer for you - hearing every freaking thing you only think.

I was pushing down for my last when he called 'time up'. Dreading another set, I spoke up "I'm done!" pushed and pulled up as fast as I could and got up.

He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and I swear I could count all my mistakes in these three seconds.

His face softened and I exhaled in relief. "Don't get Nick in trouble again. Poor man is already in shit load of pain." "Yes sir." I replied apologetically.

"You had a doubt this morning. What were you asking?" And I stopped breathing again. Shit. What to do now.

"Um.. Ya.. Well.." "Will you get straight to the point?"

"Why is it surprising that me being Col Stuart's daughter is alive and living at KMA under your protection? Which dog wants to kill me? And why would nobody tell me?" I said it all out in one breath I was holding for so long.

He looked at me with wide eyes. "Did you meet Boss? I mean did you meet Major Louis?" He asked me surprised. "Yes. He told me, that only you will answer my questions."

"Booossss!" he said to himself, pissed. "There's nothing that concerns you." he continued.

"I think there is. You are just trying to avoid-" "You're just like your father! Saying wrong things at wrong time and getting me almost killed twi-" And he stopped himself from completing the word. "Killed?" I said subconsciously. "Drop"

"That's not FAIR! You can't just shut me-" I tried to argue when suddenly he dropped down, and moved his left arm behind. "We'll push till one of us falls down. Mind you, it's hundred percent fair, because I haven't done a single one hand pushup in last five months. Now, Drop."

I tried to understand what he meant while going back to my previous position. I knew I'll only last a thirty more. We were now facing each other, we could see each others movements.

"Start" And we started. I was on four, and he was on three limbs.

I was counting and he was matching my pace. It looked like he was just doing it to prove me a failure. But after 25, I thought he was shaking. Then it clicked me. He had a whole night and morning of screwing. I felt pumped up and I gained speed. I swore to myself that I'll strain every single fibre in my shoulders to beat him. He has to lose today.

And it seemed to work. He was straining hard to keep up with me.

I thought I'll fall right after thirty, but instead I pushed till 38 somehow. And while I was pulling myself up from 40, he fell on the ground. Right. In. Front. Of. Me.

I didn't know how to react. "Five months into the training, with nobody knowing who we were, Col Stuart exposed us to our seniors, including Boss, and life was not so...easy..thereafter." He said while his face was still in contact with ground.

And I was dumbfounded. Whatever happiness was building inside me after defeating him, was crushed by a sense of regret. How could Dad do that. Push them into hell! I was angry at him. Poor Nick! Poor Killer!

That was the grudge Ren was talking about. So whatever happened last night, was because of something my dad did seven years ago. Oh my goodness. I could never face him now. I need to leave.

I got up and planned to run away. "It never decided the way I behaved with you. And it never will. I never told you this, because I never wanted you to blame my rude behavior on my past. You'll always be a student. And I'm not a sweet teacher." He said while I waited for him to get up.

"I. I am.." "You should not be sorry." he maintained his straight face.

"But you said he almost killed you twice. When did the second -" "That one really doesn't concern you. And you'll never speak about it to anyone, including Ren and Nick. Am I clear?" that was his second dose of danger tone today. "Yes sir."

"Good. I see, you pushed a straight forty and beat me." I was trying hard to hide a smile.

He sensed that "If you don't flush your smile rightaway, or if Col James hears what happened in last twenty minutes, you'll be dead." he said with his arms behind his back.

"Yes sir" I hid the smile I knew will have a comeback soon. "Now that we have developed quite a stamina, and we can't control our expressions, why don't we push an extra twenty five every night?" Well, that worked. My smiled was flushed in an instant.

"What?!" I shouted at him, without thinking. He raised an eyebrow and I mentally hit my head, got back on the ground to do twenty crunches, and got up with a better control of my mouth. He just nodded, smiled and starting walking away.

"And by the way, I'm the dog that would have killed you by now." He said without looking at me, and he left. What? Major Louis calls him a dog? Pathetic!

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Did I say six? Oh sorry, it's not six. I'll be off only for two months! (hey two is still better than six! Come on!)

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On a serious note, guys I have some issues I need to solve before I write any more chapters. And no, I'm not uninstalling the app, I'll be here. And I promise I'll update as soon as I can.

So please add this story to your reading list so that you get an update whenever I update it next. I'm sorry, dear readers. Thanks for keeping up with me.