Today is the day where I may possibly die, get injured, or fail and feel guilty for the next two months, but it may put me up a level on the MP.

The few things that I can even remember from Sensai Waine’s cancerous lecture are that throughout the levels, more MP will be required, so if I can quickly get to Level 2, I could end up already building a legacy.

Now, after two months from the Armonk, to enter our mission, we had to get to the armory to get our weapons, although a wand would be more than enough for other people. In case you didn’t know, I don’t know how to use the wand because the last time I did, I ended up being dragged out by my Perk. I haven’t figured that out yet.

Anyway, after that, you depart. Yep, that’s about it. You depart, since the folder has everything that you need, such as the address and the people involved. It’s the equivalent of a packet when you’re on a mission.

But we hadn’t gotten there yet. You had to meet in Principal Renner’s office so that she could sign you out.

I remember when Mr. Drails used to do all that stuff, as well as Mr. Robbs. But I think Mr. Robbs decided to stick to just teaching history, whereas Mr. Drails had to deal with the real agents.

Well, correct me if I’m wrong. But I think the reason he was involved was because it was Demeitrius Rocke, a grown man. which they needed us for some reason.

Mr. Drails was so confusing, which explained why the real rules were hard to comprehend. My experience was not correctly done.

And so, that’s what we did. Once I got brutally transported into the YMPA, I immediately headed towards Principal Renner’s office, where Tisiah met me at the stairs.

“Where’s Nikki?”

“In the bathroom. She got internally assaulted by a taco and the toilet’s collateral.”

“Good to know...” I immediately responded, finding myself feeling an urge in my throat. Tisiah nodded, then added with a more sensed attitude, “She should be here soon though. Have you seen Mari?”

“Just got here.”

With that, we had approached the office, to which there was Mari, standing at the corner, and there was a certain thoughtfulness on her face, as if she were talking to herself.

She wore a black sweater with some blue jeans, finishing off with some black crocs, though she was supposed to wear the usual white jacket black shirt and pants.

She stared aimlessly at the ceiling, not looking at a particular thing based on the lack of context on her face. “Took long enough,” she suddenly said, though still in that expression.

I glanced at Tisiah, who did the same towards me. Then we both looked at Mari. “I just got here…” I explained, to which Tisiah quickly joined in, saying, “I was waiting for Nikki.”

“Why isn’t she here?” Mari asked. Tisiah squinted his eyes. “Why do you ask?”

“Is it not normal to want to know the whereabouts of your team?” she asked.

“We’re all in the same place,” I responded. Mari stood up from her corner and slowly advanced towards us, although keeping a good distance of four feet.

“If a teammate fails to show up, it is then justified for me to be worried about that certain teammate. I advise you guys to do the same,” she said. “Okay?”

We both nodded, out of sheer stimulus.

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Then with that came the woman of the hour, Nikki, who showed up in this short white jacket that barely passed the borders of her tight, black skirt, wearing Converse similar to Malachi.

“Ahh, there she is,” Tisiah announced.

“Come on, let’s go,” she immediately said as she knocked on the door. Then the principal allowed us in.

We entered, and she got up from her seat with a stare that had seemed so naturally devious. She got out a paper, to which she pointed and ordered, “Sign.”

We signed, and with that, she then said, “You’ve been exempted from school; good luck on your mission.”

We walked out after that, and there were now large butterflies in my stomach. But one question came: how were we going to get to Florida in one day?

I wasn’t sure if I should ask the question, afraid of being judged by Mari, but it was a good question. I spent most of the time just wondering whether to say it or not.

By the time we arrived at the armory, which was downstairs, through the hall past the cafeteria, where you passed through large metal doors,. “Jesus…” Tisiah muttered. “Why so hard?”

He hated large doors like those and commented about them everytime. With that, we were led into a room in which there was a locker section, a wall full of guns and weapons, and a shooting range for anyone who wanted to destroy the eardrums of others.

“So which ones do we take?” I asked.

“Have you not been here or...” Mari asked in return. “You take all of them.”

Nikki leaned to the side and whispered into my ear, “Usually.”

I came across those large tools of destruction, to which there was an RPG, a grenade launcher, pistols, automatics, and SMG's—basically, a terrorist's Christmas gift. Not to mention the knives and daggers that were also displayed inside the table.

Everything? This would take a whole two F-150’s.

There was a man who had this ragged cap, with a brown vest, a green and black checkered shirt, with a white and orange beard, and black glasses.

“Which one do you want?” he asked Mari, his voice ragged as well. Mari glanced up and had widened eyes. “When did we update the armory?”

“Two weeks ago,” he explained. Mari nodded slowly, chuckling, to which she glanced at the collective of us and said, “I’ll take a Beretta M5, a grenade and probably a knife for extra measure.”

As she stepped back, she revealed an axe that was also at the table, and now my thoughts were completely frozen from shock.

“Same for us,” Tisiah said, clearly reading our minds. The man nodded as he went inside a brown door, and after a moment, exited with all of those things laid out on the table.

“Choose your pick,” he responded. He threw an interesting smile, to which I slowly reached for the weapons, to which all the others did the same.

***

After that, we had moved on from the armory, where there was this maze of a hall we had to walk through before finally opening these large metal doors. Over that door were a large number of vehicles to our disposal.

Now, could we choose whichever one we want? Yes if we wanted to get blacklisted, but usually there is a vehicle that is assigned to us.

These things have changed since the last time, when we were just rushed into the mission. It’s all fine, though. I prefer doing missions around our area.

Nikki had just been scanning around for the specific vehicle, to which she then turned to Tisiah, who had the folder. She stared at it, which Tisiah noticed, and with telepathic communication, he gave it to her.

“What did say? black Jeep Cherokee... that thing,” she mentioned.

Mari pointed, as all our eyes, like a fish chasing bait, looked in the direction of her finger. It was right up front, towards the left by the button of the garage.

“Right there,” she said. Nikki nodded with wide eyes as we all headed towards the vehicle.

“So, who knows how to drive? I failed my YMPAD test and have to retake it next month,” I responded.

Mari sighed. “Try to pass next time,” she responded, to which Tisiah glanced between me and her. No words were said.

As we got in, which I had gotten in the backseat with Nikki, Mari stayed behind and she opened the garage. With a loud noise it opened, and she entered the driver’s seat. “Everyone in.”

“No,” Nikki lied.

Mari caught that, because I thought not everyone was actually in the vehicle. It was only grace that no one saw me searching around for someone who was absent.

Mari pulled out, to which there was a long road that was accompanied by mountains, to which she had driven ahead, with the engine squeaking rather than growling.

“Alright, we understand the mission?” Mari asked.

“Yep,” we all responded, to which she nodded slowly, though quickly turning her head to face the road. “Have fun,” she finished.

We had continued on driving, to which I couldn’t help but notice the mountains, which seemed to get higher and higher the more we drove.

Now, based on the folder, this was going to be an hour drive, which makes me wonder: did we even have enough gas to get there and back.

I guess it wasn’t on my part to know, because the moment I asked that, Mari gave me the meanest look. I wanted to just hit her with a quick chop, but I would probably break my hand doing so.

But hey—this is for a greater purpose.