Viper 1-1, on standby.

10: Training (DAY 2)

John POV:

Six Invitational is coming up soon, whatever that is. Almost everyone's been training for it so I haven't gotten alone time to myself. 'Parrently I'll be on Ash's team. Backup for Nøkk, someone who I've heard has 'Black Ink and a mess of art' for their report. Today I'll be doing a shooting evaluation and a gadget report.

I walk out of my dorm to Harry's office

"Harry? I'm ready for my Gadget 'port and my shooting 'val."

Harry: "Behind you."

I turn around to see Harry gesturing for me to come to him. I walk towards him.

"First is?" I question

Harry: "Shooting Evaluation"

"Nice," I say as I follow Harry to what appears to be the shooting range. There's quite a crowd if I might add, as it looks as fuking half of the team came to watch.

Harry: "Here's your guns." He says as he points toward a station with my guns on display. I take a look and choose my MP5K and M1911. I pop in two earbuds, set Shy- BoyWithUke to play on loop, and get ready.

Harry: "You'll be facing 160 targets in 4 minutes, understood?"

"Positive copy." I say as I get my M1911 out to start.

I hear a buzzer go off and begin bopping off heads. After about 10 heads are bopped my mag is empty so I stick my M1911 into my shoulder, with the mag slot open and I grab my MP5K and muster up the strength to one hand it with little recoil. I grab a M1911 magazine and throw it up in the air for it to spin and then grab my M1911 upside down. The magazine bonks off the guns mag slot and then lands in majestically, I manage to realize I've hit 70 headshots in a row, reloading as if second nature for a total of 80 targets down I put my MP5K on my back and begin regressing, and my bullets are missing more. "Fuck yeah!" I say sarcastically and put up a devil horns hand. I put my M1911 into my holster and grab my MP5K, which I have much better accuracy with. I regain my aim and shoot 7 more targets. A buzzer goes off after I kill the last one.

"Whooo!"

I pull out my left earbud and look towards the speechless, now gigantic...-er crowd. Not gonna lie, I liked the attention.

Ant: "That's not weird at all." he says to break the silence.

Harry: "You got a minute and 12 seconds."

"Eh, I've done better."

Harry leads me to walk out.

"That was quick."

Harry: "Very. Take a break, grab some food John."

 I grab some food and sit at my lone table. I can still feel eyes looking at me, why though? It was extremely quick, but that just makes us have less time in the same room.

Someone walks behind me to which I respond

"Oy what you need?"

???: "Mind if I sit here?" The woman says with a German voice

"Why the fuck not." I say and then sigh.

A girl sits parallel to me. It was a blonde operator who I assumed to be Monika "IQ" Weiss.

"So why?"

Monika?: "I lost a bet to Jager"

"Alright. You mean Marius?"

Monika?: "Yes, Marius."

"What's your name?"

Monika?: "Monika Weiss." See? I knew I was right.