The Detention Squad

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Chapter 2

"Did you take care of it?"

"Yeah. Those dumbass students all think he was fired for drugs."

"Good. Who the hell would have thought the new PE teacher was a Buss supporter?"

Briquelet and Spratt's campaign to get rid of all those who were still loyal to Rhonda Buss had not yet concluded, but they still had bigger problems. As Spratt walked out of the main office, he encountered a familiar slouched man with throat cancer.

"Give me my fucking job back, Craig!" yelled Jeans as he tugged at Spratt's collar.

"No goddamn chance, Derek. You suck at psychology."

"What?! I was the heart and soul of that subject, and you just give it to some bitch that backstabbed Garcia?"

"Tough titties, Jeans, but we already demoted the llama, so why would we do you any different?"

"Look, how about you give me my job back if I give you some information on Marchant?"

"Marchant?!" Craig's autistic eyeballs lit up at the sound of the name. Two weeks had passed since Eamon Marchant's insurrection after the black invasion, and yet no word had been heard regarding his location ever since. "Well, tell me already!"

"Last night, I was walking by the county prison when I saw somebody with Briquelet's jacket crash in through the brick walls. I saw his mouth moving, so I inched a little forward, and I saw the guy we locked up last year."

"What the hell? What would Marchant want with Raymond? You think they're both Buss supporters or something?"

"Beats the shit out of me. Now…" Jeans inched a little forward and singed Craig's eyebrows with his morning coffee seeping out of his mouth. "My job?"

"No, fuck you." Craig shoved Derek aside and move towards the west entrance as the washed up man cried in misery. However, Jeans was not done just yet. He pulled aside some random black kid and handed him a slip to call a certain student over to his room. When the hour struck for the end of fourth period, the door to Derek's room flipped open.

"Hey, there. It's been a while," welcomed Jeans.

"W...Why now? After months of ignoring everyone? Months of ignoring me?" stammered Gabe.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, but you're the only person I could think of who could carry this out for me. It's up to you if you want to help or not, you know."

"If I do this, will you go back to the way you were?"

Jeans held Gabe's hand with his Darth Vader glove. "Yes."

"Tell me."

"I'm sure you know how those jackasses down at the district pulled me over to teach little fuckwad middle schoolers while Olson got the psychology job. I need it back. Badly."

"But how would I be able to do that?"

"Well, Gabe, there's some underground shit that the school doesn't tell you about. We have a little group for handling that stuff."

"The Detention Squad?"

"No. They're just surface level tools. What if I told you there was a period even before period one?"

"What? They're covering up something that big?"

"That's right. There exists a period zero. The Detention Squad was meant to be district level. These people who dwell within period zero handle even deeper shit that people like Spratt don't want anybody outside their little circles finding out."

"So what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to extract some info from one of the members of period zero that I can use against Spratt. In fact, the member I want you to speak to is someone I think you might be familiar with. You might know him as Robert Dunn, a former detentioneer once known by the code name Big Boob."

As Gabe was thinking of ways to track down this elusive blonde man, another confrontation inside of the Cerritos Library had yet to conclude.

"Now, I just need to make sure we got this settled," sighed Shea, "This needs to happen by next week, or else it might be years before we can get what we want."

She stood in the middle of a private room with district guards blocking the entrance as she spoke with both Marchant and a chained up Raymond Ouyang.

"Yeah, I guess. Next week is when those Japs are coming from abroad, right? I might be able to collect enough Asian souls in one place," commented a content Marchant.

"I don't really care about that stuff." Raymond, a Chinaman fresh out of jail, was still feeling discontent with Shea's proposal.

"You want to get revenge on the four gods of Whitney, don't you? Next week is the only time where I can make sure none of those lazy fucks are absent," chided the red head.

"And what about you?" questioned Raymond.

"Personally, I only want the four gods out of the picture so I can put Buss back in power without anybody stopping me."

"Anyway," said Marchant, "so it's just the three of us plus some of these district guards?"

"Oh, no!" chimed in Raymond, "I brought some back up!"

There was a murmur from within the huddle of guards that stopped only when some suspicious figures made their way in through the door. In came Rafferty, Sriram, and Andy.

Raymond sat up and stared at them for a good minute before breaking the silence. "The other two are here, right?"

"These newbies look pretty shit, man," snickered Rafferty as he inched a little to the left. Another two shaking individuals had yet to be introduced to the fray.

"Shoot, I'm not sure about this," stuttered the heir to the Balbido family dojo.

Alongside the little Filipino, Sebastian could only look to the floor as Shea stared him down.

"Then I guess we're all set."

TO BE CONTINUED