Ashley P.O.V
The door to section A was shoved open, and we realised our hope on being just in time had vanished. Others' curious glares met our embarrassing gazes. The training had already started quite a while.
"Look who's late for the first training!" A group of warriors from Gay Bananas teased, until they met Clary's stare.
"We're sorry, Miss Taylor. This will be our very last time," Cody apologised after Clary turned to us."Well, wish you luck then," Clary sighed, "Your group mates are in the gymnasium with Dan."
We tiptoed into the room, trying to sneak in without being noticed. However, we failed under the sight of Dan Howell, who was standing right behind the door, waiting for us.
"Louis! Ashley! Cody!" Dan thundered as he clenched a grip on the collar of Cody's shirt, knuckles whitened.
"Sorry, this will be our very last t..." Staring down at Dan's fists, Cody softened his voice, until I could barely hear him.
"A-grade warriors should never be late!" Dan grunted, "You are the warriors, the soldiers, the TROOPS --"
" Dan, that's enough," Clary gently interrupted him before Dan started his endless blabs, "Being an A-grade warrior isn't easy. We have to be well-prepared all the time because missions will be given frequently."
"Yes, Clary is right. Our cases weren't like dealing with only thieves or robbers, which usually belong to B or C-grade. Mostly, we're given some huge projects," Dan added, "Sometimes, cooperation with the other groups is essential as well. And this time, your group will work with Good Dogs."I almost let out a chuckle just as I realised I heard it right. The first image that came to my mind was John smirking at the name of Good Dogs in the conference room. I had been longing to work with my best friend, who had brought so much joy and happiness to my life. Whether it was destined or only a coincidence, things would get interesting and it would definitely be fun working with him, nevertheless we were not groupmates.
"The suspects on our blacklist will be supervised, including Alison Hughes, Ben Nachman, Fred Brady and Danny Smith," Dan continued, "In order to keep it confidential, we prefer to use another name for them, for example, Evil Danny as Danny Smith."
"I heard that Evil Danny lives in a scary castle," Harry chipped in while three of them approached from the treadmills."As far as we know, he is very keen on magic," Dan added, lowering his voice, "Dark magic."
As I know, dark magic derives out of resentment. It is a kind of witchcraft which draws on malicious powers, usually for evil means, like controlling or causing harm and destruction to others. Solving burglary is completely pale in comparison to thrashing dark magic.
"To increase the percentage of our odds, we ought to train harder," Clary stated in affirm, "First, let me introduce Section A Training Centre. You are now at the ground floor, sharing the same floor with the main lobby of this building. Section B is on the second floor and Section C on the third floor. Here in this section, there are four different zones. Each zone is divided from each other by colours, red, yellow, green and blue. Good Dogs will share the green zone with you."
Dan continued, "Each zone has the same facilities as the others, including this gymnasium, the Integrated Training Room and other training rooms such as shooting, karate fighting, climbing, defence training, etc. The Integrated Training Room contains speed, flexibility, balance and muscle trainings. All equipment here is at advanced level. At last, the sports ground, canteen and two washrooms are at the four respective corners of the zone. Are there any problems?"
"I want to ask..." Drew started to question, but was unfortunately interrupted.
"There is NO problem! We've made this very clear! No problem!" Dan shrieked right in front of Drew's face, leaving the poor boy shocked with jaws wide opened.
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