Nick's tale continued - "So, sometime in second year, Dad thought that we are not performing upto the mark. So he laid out tons of extra drills and workouts over a period of just one week, for second and final year batches. Everyone used to hate the new schedule.

Finally, one day, after spending gruelling days at the training ground, and sweaty nights with the seniors, everyone had enough."

"But only first years are ragged, if I'm not wrong?" I asked. Killer answered "Final years were getting screwed twice the usual, because of this new schedule. They had to bring out their frustration on the James' brothers. And so, the whole second year batch was called in for a few nights."

"Oh" Me and Ren both sighed at the same time.

Nick got back to the tale - So after getting screwed for four days and three nights straight, everyone was giving us looks. While I tried to stay calm, this big man here, got into an argument right before the orientation of that night began. Peter was the one who got on our nerves "That fat old man, he has no other job, but to make our miserable lives more miserable!" "He's not fat!" Wills shouted. "Why are you always defending him, man? We know he's your father, but look, what he's doing to all of us!" Others were getting annoyed too. "I know, I accept that he's pushing us too much. But he's not fat, Peter!" Wills tried to calm down.

"He is! Fat old grumpy! Fatter than the fattest guy of this batch!" Peter was escalating things now.

"Stop calling him that, otherwise I'll break your nose!" "Prove me wrong, and you shall have my nose!" Peter challenged.

"And how do you propose on proving him wrong?" entered Sir Louis with five other batchmates. Fighting amongst yourselves was a crime. And we were caught live, in action, by the seniors.

"I'm still waiting for an answer, boys. Who's the fattest among you, by the way?" A healthy Jason stepped forward hesitantly. We tried very hard not to smile , when the seniors were laughing. He was not overweight, nobody possibly could have an extra ounce of weight, looking at the furious training we all undergo, he was just healthy. That was his built. He couldn't get any thinner.

"Dog, I think you should do something to prove Peter wrong. He has a point there." We were all shocked. He was indirectly calling dad fat. But the point was, how to do it. "How do we say who's fat? You're doing basic medical course, right? What's their criteria?" This would be the most difficult question Wills must have answered "Waist circumference, Boss." everyone burst into laughter, except me and Wills, because we knew where this was leading to.

"What are we waiting for, then? Get both their measurements , and we shall announce the winners!" Sir Louis said, as if it was written on the walls, and Wills had to just read it out.

A measuring tape was arranged and Jason's waist circumference was written. Everyone looked at Wills for the next. "Boss, I can't go and ask him to do that. I'll never return alive." "That's true. What can we do then? This matter has to be solved."

"We can check his medical documents." somebody said. "His medical documents are in the headquarters, you idiot!" "Sorry, sir"

"We can indirectly do that. Why not get his clothes and measure?" I still don't know who's brain it was. "Brilliant idea! Dog, go and get his belt. Not any belt, the uniform one. No one can change it's length, and it's a sure shot proof that you didn't cheat on the way."

"Boss?" "If you have any other idea, please propose. If not, then you know what to do. By the way, this is not my order, I'm just trying to save our trainer's respect." That meant, that if Wills is caught doing that stunt, he can't say that he was made to do it. Great!

Out of love for dad, he decided to be the hero. He climbed the wall and entered Dad's room. Dad used to workout in gym for two hours at night, after our break off. So his presence was not a threat. Wills easily got the belt and took it to the hall. Once measurement was done, Peter's slaughter began. Louis gave full freedom to his dog, to decide what should be done to Peter, and he never dared to challenge Wills again.

Things were going fine till Wills went to keep the belt back. Sir Louis sent all three of us, for the task. Wills was inside the room, and I was standing in the balcony, along with Peter. "Placed back, just like it was" Wills whispered to me when we heard "I think you should try it once, before leaving." Dad was back early that night.

He didn't ask us why we were there. He just killed us slowly in the balcony, whole night. The next day, our whole batch got screwed so bad, Wills had to beg Sir Louis and other seniors to let them have rest at night, and Peter kept his mouth shut for the rest of our course. "

Ren, me and Nick were laughing our asses off, while Killer just smiled and scoffed occasionally.

"You see, even smartest of men can be dumb sometimes." Ren said and looked at Killer who was looking back at her. "Just a joke, Willy." she hit his shoulder.

"Alright, I gotta find someone to kick Boss's ass. Wait a moment, what were you thinking back then, Jane?" he looked at me with questioning eyes. "Wh-what? I didn't do anything." I said in defense.

"So you DID something. I asked you what were you thinking. Because of you, Boss is getting a screwing." he said, irritated. "Oh really? And what about him screwing you needlessly? Oh wait, it wasn't needless, afterall." I spoke with confidence. He understood what I meant.

Glaring at me dangerously, he said "Time for your training. Change and report in gym in 30 minutes."

Really? That's how you're going to torture me for my smartness? Shameful.

Nevertheless, I got up, got ready and reached gym well in time. I was stretching when he entered. "what did you mean my not needless?" he said looking into my eyes. Directly to the point? Great.

"You two are hiding something." His eyes grew wide, and I could see fear on his face, for a moment. "Will you care to explain, just why do you think so?"

"He doesn't know about your mission, and your injuries. I don't believe that." "Even if he does, so what? Why can't he just lie to save both of us?" he enquired. And I thought about it. May be. He lied just to save both of them, from Martins. But then why did he make Killer do Fumes? Or did he really do it? And if not, then why was he so drained next morning?

"The answer depends in whether he really made you do Fumes or not, even after knowing everything." I spat in his face. He was shocked.

"What do you know about that night? Were you secretly listening to our conversation? No that's impossible. Tell me what did you hear and from where? I'm giving you only one chance before-" "So you ARE hiding something." it was my turn to smirk, turns out it wasn't a good decision.

He grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. I was about to cry out in pain, when he let it loose a little. The pain disappeared, but the fear of getting my shoulder ripped off, any moment, stayed. "What do you know?" he hissed. "I don't know anything. It just felt odd. Your Boss caring about something more important than your health, it doesn't sound right." I spoke in one breath, like I was about to fall off a cliff if I don't speak.

He tightened his grip and my arm was back in twisted painful posture. "Did you tell this to anyone?" "No one - agh- no.. No one!"

He let it loose and I took a breath of relief before he twisted it to the max and I had to seal my lips from screaming out in pain. "Will you talk about this, with anyone?" "No! No! Leave my hand!"

"Colonel? Will you tell him all this?" "I'll not utter a word in front of him, just let my arm goooo" He left my arm and moved two steps back.

I turned around to see his angry face. "If you try to say anything in front of him, or if I hear that you met him in my absence, just remember that your shoulder was one millimeter away from becoming an independent entity. Do I make myself, absolutely, clear?" "Yes sir."

"I don't think I heard you agreeing. Let's try again." and he moved a step towards me.

I shouted "Clear sir, I'll not speak anything about this to anyone." with my arms secured behind my back and my heart jumping up and down, furiously.

"You better remember that. Now drop." How on earth am I supposed to do pushups with an aching shoulder? I got on all four and started doing the Pushups. My first fall came at 59, next at 63. After that, I think I was flat on ground, most of the time.

His curses drove me to finish the extra painful 25, but surprisingly, I managed to finish seventy five.

"That was your warmup." what?! "Get up. We'll practice defense from today." Gone. I'm gone. Defend Killer? Can you see the irony? I'll feel his punches in my dreams, tonight. God, how am I going to survive this week?

"She's not a fighter, go easy on her." I heard another voice. I knew who he was, but I didn't understand whether he really meant what he said, or was he being sarcastic.

I stopped caring about myself when I saw who accompanied him, and why. A little smile appeared on my lips.