Spy School: New Enemy

Chapter 13: Advanced Training Program

LOCATION: Richard Weston Physics Academy

Cafeteria

TIME: 8:34 AM

DATE: Friday, July 9th

POV: Agent Benjamin Ripley
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I felt guilty for asking Erica that question. Gosh, I might've seem like a dork in front of her. 

You can do better than that! You don't have to ask!

I sighed and just ate my breakfast. Then I saw Erica walk in. She smiled and gave me a wave. Then, she got her food and sat at her table. I felt myself blush at the sight of her. But I shook my thoughts away and continued to eat my food.

Once I was done, I put my stuff in the trash and waited for my next class. My friends walked up to me after finishing their breakfast.

"So, we're still gonna be snooping around?" I asked Erica.

"Yeah," She said. 

I nodded.

Then the bell rang. Students got up, threw away their food and went to their classes. Meanwhile, we walked to ours. Today, we're going to learn about Advanced Training Programs, something me and my friends will investigate, no doubt.

We walked to our classroom, found out seats, and waited for out instructor. Then, after 4 minutes, he walked in. He was Instructor Woolman. 

"Hey, class, how ya'll doing?" He asked.

"Great," Everyone murmured.

The instructor nodded, "Okay, so today, we're gonna teach you about ATPs so let me review it to you. New kids, you better take some notes,"

Then Instructor Woolman walked to the board, "ATP, or Advanced Training Programs, are programs used for the failed agents. If you were to fail, instructors will give you ATPs to help you level up..." 

I noticed Erica taking notes, most likely for information to report.

The instructor continued on, "...ATPs will have more information on these categories, and tips on how to do them. If possible, ATPs will level up your knowledge, fighting skills, and stuff like that."

I took out a notebook and wrote some information. I didn't want to be useless.

The instructor then pulled out a patch with the words: ATP Unit Class 3, "Agents who are instructed under ATPs will wear a patch on chest. These will identify ATP agents and there classes with it."

I took some more notes.

"Let me give you an example for ATPs," Instructor Woolman said, "Right now, you're Class 3. And uh, how about, weaponry? If we were taking a test on weaponry, both physical and mental, and you were to fail, and we give you ATPs, blah, blah, blah...here's and example of ATP Category: Weaponry."

The Instructor pulled out a paper and a gun (M4A1), "Here's what normal weaponry looks like, as you can see the gun is very plain, and the paper has only the anatomy of it," 

Then he pulled another paper and gun (XM25 CDTE), "And here's ATP unit. As you can see, the anatomy is more complicated and so is the gun," 

He tossed the paper and gun aside, "ATP's purpose is to help you learn more on categories. You can even sign up for one. If you do, talk with the principal, I'll hand you a pass for it."

I leaned close Erica, "Are we going to sign up for ATP?" I whispered.

Erica shook her head, "We got enough information. And plus, my grandpa might not like it."

I shrugged, "Sure."

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"Okay, everybody, line up!" Instructor Russell yelled.

We did as he commanded. Then Instructor Russell pointed to a gun (.357 Magnum), indicating that he wanted us to pick it up.

I grabbed my gun and pulled back the hammer.

"Alright, let's see how accurate you are with this gun," He said, "Alright, fire at will."

I pulled the trigger. The recoil made my eyes flinch. I emptied my chamber.

"Alright, everybody out?" Instructor Russell asked. We nodded.

"Okay, let's see your reload," He said.

I nodded and pulled out the chamber of my gun. Then I emptied out the bullets, put new ones it, and pushed the chamber back in.

I did my reload pretty slow. Erica, however, did it at the speed of light. It was so fast, that her hands even blurred a bit.

Mike and Zoe stared at her as well.

I noticed Instructor Russell  inspecting us behind our backs. 

"Okay, good, good, good," He wrote this down on a clipboard, "Alright, get that gun," Instructor Russell pointed to another gun (CZ Scorpion EVO 3).

We walked to it in unison and picked it up. I looked for cocking handle, found it, pulled it back and let go. The gun was now cocked, so I aimed it at the metal target.

"Alright, fire!" Instructor Russell shouted.

I pulled the trigger. Then a wave of guns firing sprayed around the room. Good thing we were wearing headphones.

I sprayed my bullets until I was out. My gun clicked. Everyone else's gun clicked, as well.

"Reload, reload!" Russell's voice boomed.

I released the magazine, threw it aside, put a new one in, and cocked the gun. Again, Erica did her reload in a flash. Russell looked impressed.

We grabbed a new gun (Remington Tactical 12 Gauge).

I pumped it, and with permission, I fired. Then, once all shells were gone, I shoved more in the chamber. Erica did something more expert, she flipped the gun over, grabbed a handful of shells and shoved them all into the chamber.

Then we got a new gun (AS VAL) cocked it, fired, and reloaded it. Instructor took some notes and nodded.

"Okay, you guys will get your results later," Then he gestured for us to go outside. Then a new class walked in. I squeezed through them. Erica walked behind me, I turned to face her as she caught up. But behind her was what caught my eye.

 I saw a kid. He looked familiar. Until the doors closed is when I recognized him. Murray Hill.