"Trial officer Lieutenant James Dwight - your trial of fifty days gets over. Your tests are over. And so are your dreams."

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They were not kidding when they said it's not a child's play.

Class-I agent is everything one can think of, and then some more.

Based on how much brain and muscle one needs to be a good Class-I, I think I'm lucky enough to have cleared the test. Why else would they think I can do this?

I never doubted myself, but this was a huge deal. Now I understood what was the huge fuss about letting a cadet become an agent without experience.

It needs so much knowledge, alertness, maturity and discipline to stand with these men and go for missions. It's definitely not a child's play or cadet's play as they called it.

But guess who proved them wrong. Lieutenant James Dwight proved them that a cadet can be good enough to stand besides them.

They've tested me that I'm good. Now it was time for training to become better. And I think I was back to KMA.

Back to back stressing lectures, drills, demonstrations, visits and Charles had sworn to bite my ass harder since I had started my official training.

The only person keeping me sane was Kelly. We were both beginners allowed to work with Pro. He was even more unexperienced than me. I had atleast spent three years at an academy. He saw forces after he entered CCTC as a recruit. What a pathetic way to enter the hell.

But how he possessed so much of determination was beyond me. The first meeting with him where he passed out just to be in Neil's team - I still can't believe he's a human.

And Charles left no muscle of his body from turning sore. Result? He was a bull now. In just two months Charles has turned him into a Viking.

He kept Kelly with him all the damn time, like a shadow. Kelly was always in the 'getting screwed up' mode. I doubt Charles let him sleep a single minute more than four hours a day. Poor boy stayed mum and went through everything.

He reciprocated all efforts by the cruelest instructor. Charles never went easy on him. Afterall he was preparing Kelly to become the next Charles! And boy did he turn out to be equally badass.

His hand to hand combat was as fucking great as Charles himself. He underwent so much of screwing that he damn well knew what the breaking point was.

It was all Charles's efforts that he just slipped through his tests and passed. He was an official member of our team now and Charles couldn't look any prouder.

Kelly not just gained knowledge and skills from Charles, but also his trust. Charles treated him like his own son, just little better than a slave though.

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"Alright! We're going for firing practice!" Charles announced and I did a flip. Finally! Finally I'll get to use a weapon.

The last time I held one peacefully was almost six months back in KMA. The tests weren't that walk in the park, so I won't count that.

My hands were itching to get hold of a rifle, any rifle!

"Except Lieutenant James." Neil added and all my excitement turned into steam. What in the actual fuck!

"Why?" I asked him bluntly. Though he was standing right next to me and I used my lowest tone possible, everyone must have noticed the aggression in my voice.

"Because I said so." he said calmly and turned around. Everyone smiled a little knowing how desperate I had become to enter the firing range that had been out of bonds for me since Day 1 here.

They left an annoyed me and a devil Neil.

"And just why would you say so?" I demanded an answer. I was clearly crossing my limits and I knew that damn well.

"Drop. Push till you learn how to talk to your senior." Neil said as I had expected.

He's a prince for heaven's sake. Even if he was not your senior, he'd never take that bullshit of yours. What were you thinking?

Finishing 100 I took a pause and said calmly "Apologies, sir. This will not be repeated." Like fuck I meant it! He was getting on my nerves!

"Up." I did.

"I said so because I don't like to converse with anyone who swears. You, out of all the team members, have the most colorful tongue. And I have zero tolerance for that. Others are allowed to use whatever profanities they want in my absence. But for you - the rule says no audible cussing anytime anywhere in front of anyone. Till I'm assured that your vocabulary has been cleaned thoroughly, you'll stand outside firing range while the rest of us practice inside." He answered me looking into my wide eyes.

"But... but..." Think James, think!

"Shouldn't I be practicing too? I'm training! Keep something else at stake! I promise I'll work on it." I tried to argue.

Charles chuckled behind me. It sounded as if he had expected that.

"You didn't touch a rifle for two months and still performed better than most of us in the tests. You don't need to train. You're born with the talent. But I'll use your own desperation against you." He replied calmly. I wanted to fucking punch him in the face!

"Please, sir. Let me inside the firing range! Add any condition to it. Anything!" I was literally begging him! Can you believe that?

"What do you say, Instructor Charles?" Neil asked the biggest sadistic bitch on earth and I knew my chances got thinner.

"I'm eager to test his shooting skills myself, too. The results he produced in the tests were to good to be real. But we can wait till he learns." Charles gave a neutral answer. Just like the bitch he was.

Neil sighed loudly. "Alright. I'll let you in." Yes! I know I'll be paying hell, but yes!

"But on one condition." I stopped breathing. His mind fucking has started and on top of it, I asked him to give me a hot one. God bless me.

"For every shot that you miss, you'll pay..." He started off. He took few moments to plot my ass kicking and came up with a good one.

"... You'll do five different types of Pushups, 50 each, for each bullet that doesn't hit the bull's eye. No version to be repeated again. If you fall before you finish the 250, you start again with new version." He said and I felt a crackpot in my brain. He wants all my shots at bull's eye? Manageable, but not that easy!

What he said next explained me why he chose that form of torture.

"Instructor Charles, you're free to take his pre-firing sessions. Make it as difficult for him as possible. Keep a count of his bullets and the variants. The day he is left with no more, is the day he stops entering the firing range. I'll see - if he has improved as per my standards, I'll think of permitting him again." He spoke deviously.

"That sounds fair, sir." Ofcourse Charles! Every sadistic pleasure is fair for you!

Let's use some maths here - In one session, I'll be given roughly fifty rounds to fire. And Charles here - who has sworn to butter my fingers before I even step up - will ensure that I won't get even a single bull's eye. Even if I somehow manage and get half - I'm still left to pay for 25 bullet. That means 125 different variants of Pushups. How the hell can I do that many types of Pushups in a single day? And if I fall in one, I'll have to start with new! What a trick, Neil! I'll be exhausting my list in maximum three or four firing sessions. That will take hardly one week.

And no god can whitewash my fucking dictionary in one week! I've cursed practically my whole life! I can't change it in one week!

Mind game, Neil! Fucking brilliant mind game!

I can't go ahead with this deal. It promises nothing but one week of screwing with no advantage.

"So, Lieutenant James, we'll meet at firing range first thing in the morning tomorrow. Instructor Charles, he's all yours for the night." Neil said and left.

I gulped and looked at Charles. "You're going to be nice to me, right, instructor Charles? Please let me have one good session.."

"You're going to have a great session, sir! Not just good. Knuckle jumps." He said pointing at the floor and I screamed a 'Fuck you, Charles!' in my mind.

"Keep your lips sealed throughout this evaluation, sir. He's got more than a pair of ears on you. If you swear even once, he'll call this whole thing off and you'll be begging him for another chance." Charled advised me calmly and I got his point. Neil's birds were everywhere. He'll come to know about it before I even say it!

Damn I have to watch my words here onwards! Fuck you Neil!

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Something sounds familiar now, doesn't it? 😅😅

Next time someone talks about 'Colonel James and pushups tornado', tell them to point at someone else instead. 😂

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