Soby: An Oath of Peace and War

36: Ace Wolffe

When it comes to hiding real identities. Bret was the master of that, hiding under Ace Wolffe was his best identity secret.

"I can keep a secret." Marshall sung.

"Dude, I can't believe it's already Friday, it's time for the big reveal." Bret tried to get the headband, and the mask to stay over his nose.

The whole group was here: Tuck, Marshall, Everest, Chase, Bret, and Rocky. Bret knew this would work.

"What's the name of the band again?" Tuck asked.

"Ace and the underdogs." Bret chuckled, "Best I came up within two weeks."

"It sounds strong. I hope everyone has some kind of mask." Bret pulled his down, also sporting a number 33 Max Verstappen hat. Bret didn't seem nervous, but mentally he wasn't there. A sense of misery rushed through his heart. Making Bret almost fall to the ground, Tuck thankfully caught him after seeing him in the corner of his eye.

"So damn scared right now." Bret started, "What if Ella figures out my identity?"

"Wait, Chase. How are you not dead?" Marshall looked confused with anger, "We thought you died back in Pogoren!"

Chase laughed, "I'm alive now. Even I wonder how I didn't die."

"We all do. Bret nearly died." Rocky whimpered.

"That's...true." Bret deemed Rocky correct and started coughing again.

"This will go exactly right or erroneous. Either way, it will be a blast." Marshall stared at the gymnasium doors. Everyone's heart pounded with some sort of feeling. Bret's heart pounded with a lovesick sensation. Staggering his every breath and movement.

"You good?" Marshall turned around with his guitar over one shoulder.

Bret proceeded to sweat profusely, "It's so damn hot under this mask and hat, the jacket responds with the weather. Even the pants help at least, but they feel so damn hot to wear right now," Bret coughed, "Even though I am not okay. Skye was left alone, so I returned home with everything on my back. All these pressures, all the scars. Even the brace is uncomfortable, but it's fine with the jacket sleeve."

"1 minute till showtime." Tuck announced, "Do we have everything set up in there?"

"Yeah, it's done. All we have to do is go to our stations and we're set. It's all good." Marshall imitated an umpire calling a strikeout.

"That was a ball!" Tuck joked.

"Why are we trying to make fun of Angel Hernandez again?" Rocky asked.

"Nobody likes him. That's why we do that stuff." Bret laughed, "And just like him, nobody likes Ella. Right or wrong?"

"UP NEXT IS A BAND MAKING ITS DEBUT! ACE AND THE UNDERDOGS." The principal spoke into the microphone.

"That's our cue. Everyone walks in, masks on, and doesn't say anything. Got it?" Bret deepened his voice, "This is Ace Wolffe speaking, are we ready?"

"That's a deep voice impression," Tuck spoke as he stretched his arms, "Ella doesn't know your back if I didn't already tell you."

"You accomplished that yesterday." Bret sighed, "She's a bitch, but she is also Skye's best friend. Which I think is complete bullshit."

"Ace is very aggressive about Skye, just as much as Bret." Rocky laughed nervously.

"What's that you gay bottom?" Ace turned around.

"Nothing." Rocky whimpered.

"Showtime." Bret lifted his mask as it covered his nose and mouth and proceeded to walk onto the makeshift stage in the middle of the gymnasium.