WARFARE HIGH SCHOOL

Warfare High School building

Meeting room

14.05

The teachers have gathered around the table. They were wondering what Zakhaev would tell them. Then, Zakhaev stood from his seat. He cleared his throat before began to talk.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen! I thanked because you like to attend this meeting...

Well, as you know…Warfare High School has a great power in this city. The school staff, the student…have such great potential to rule…this city…and then…this world…"

Most of them gasped and whispered each other.

"Rule…the world?" Vasquez frowned.

"! What the hell are you talking about?" Price raised his eyebrow.

"Calm down, gentlemen! For the detail…I'll give you this paper…! Mr. Price, do you mind to give these papers to them?"

Price took the papers then gave it to all staff. Then they read what has written on it. Their eyes widened as read it.

"Mr. Zakhaev! I'm sorry, but…are you insane?" Price glared.

"Why ? This is our chance!" Zakhaev glared back.

"You can't use our student to do this all! You can't! They are trained to be useful for people! And now, you want use them to do this madness? To change this world to be like what you want?" Price shouted.

"I agree with Mr. Price! We are dedicated to give them our knowledge for their future…So they can decide their own destiny!" Vasquez added.

Zakhaev gritted his teeth. "Gentlemen! Please think it twice before you say it!"

"I'm sure with what I've said…" Price stated. "Have you discussed this plan with Mr. Shepherd?"

"I have…"

"And what he said?"

"He refused this plan…"

"See? Even he disagreed!" Price snorted.

"Please you have to think what we would get if this plan will be come true! Power, money, the world shall be bow before us!" Zakhaev shouted.

"And I won't come with you!" Price crossed his arms and stood from his seat.

"Yeah, me too!" Vasquez followed Price.

"So do I!" Meat stood from his seat, then followed by Rook the biology teacher, Volker the chemistry teacher while Makarov and some teacher only seat on place, do nothing.

Meanwhile…

Military Field. Warfare High School.

Gaz and Jackson were standing on observe tower. Jackson sighed then leaned against Gaz's shoulder.

"They don't like me…when you transferred to another school, this military group dead…" Jackson beefed.

"Why? You're a great leader! Skilful in military, that's why you was choose by Mr. Shepherd as the vice-leader…" Gaz cheered his up.

"That girl…" he grumbled.

"Who?" Gaz frowned.

"Your girlfriend…"

"What's wrong with her?" Gaz was curios now.

"She made a provocation…, threw me off…said the bad thing about me…and most of our members came with her…" Jackson sighed again.

"R-really?" Gaz eyes widened. He couldn't believe that his girlfriend did that.

"It seems, she still hate me…" Jackson muttered as walking away from there.

Gaz snorted. He absolutely knew about that, his girlfriend's demeanour. Then, he climbed down the leader.

"Alright! Line up!" he barked to the member. "Jackson, you bring the attendance list?"

Jackson nodded then offered the list to Gaz.

Gaz frowned as read the list. "Wow…6 month I leave…and as you said, this group dead…" Gaz lifted his head from the list to saw the line. "And now I'll resurrect it back…"

"Sorry…" "No…you don't need to apologize, I'll talk to her after this…" Gaz smiled and looked back to the list.

"Third grade…! Foley!"

"Present!"

"Ozone!" "Standing by!"

"Scarecrow!" "Roger!"

"Toad!" "Present!"

"Archer!" "Present!"

"Royce!" "Present!"

"Kiril!" "Present!"

"Lev!" "Present!"

"Viktor!" "Present!"

"Pelayo!" "Present"

And the rest of 3rd grade….(A/N: I can't mention all!)

"Second grade! Simon Riley!" "Roger!"

"Jake Dunn!" "Hooah!"

"Viktor Zakhaev!" "I'm here…"

"Alexandra Price!" "Here…"

"Holly Ramirez!" "Present!"

"West!" "Present!"

"Nikolai!" "Da! Present!"

And the rest of 2nd grade….

"First grade! Gary Sanderson!" "Present!"

"Charlotte Riley!" "Here!"

"James Ramirez!" "Yeah! Here!"

"Joseph Allen!" "Present!"

And the rest of 1st grade….

"I see there's a F.N.G here…" Jackson looked to Soap, who was standing behind Ghost.

Gaz walked to Soap and stood in front of him. "Name!"

"John MacTavish, senior!"

"Bloody hell, someone please help me to show this guy how to introducing yourself!" Gaz shouted. "Dunn! Show to him!"

"Yes, senior! Dunn, Jake! 2nd grade! 38213456!" Dunn shouted.

"You heard him? Now, repeat yours!"

"MacTavish, John! 2nd grade! 48117777!"

"That's it…! For a F.N.G, it is nice that you remember your school ID…By the way...where's your friend?"

"Taking some rest,senior!"

"Right..."

"Nice, all of the members are here now…" Gaz walked around the line. "So, after 6 month, I want to see your skill progress!"

The members froze at place now. If Gaz known as a nice and calm person, while when in military group he was a fierce guy. Never play game with him, or you're "dead".

"West! Get from the line and take that M4A1!" Gaz barked as pointing to the weapon on the table.

"Yes, senior!" West ran to the weapon then grabbed it. "Ready, senior!"

"Go to the station 1! Jackson, take control of targets…"

"Roger that…"

"West! You have to take down 20 targets in 20 seconds perfectly! Never miss a single target!" Gaz shouted.

"Yes, senior!" West was nervous now. Cold sweat rolled over his cheek.

"NOW!"

West aimed to the targets, shot down the targets. But, he did that bad. West only could shot 10 targets.

Gaz rushed to him and took the M4A1 roughly. West was hopeless now, waiting for what Gaz would do.

"See? See what you have here? It is because you underestimate military group!" Gaz barked. "And I know! Most of you also underestimate how important the practice in military group! How can you believe what a girl said to you!"

Holly gasped. Gaz must be mentioning about her.

"I'll make you see…how awesome Paul Jackson's skill in military!" Gaz offered the M4A1 to Jackson.

"Gaz?"

"Do it! Go to the station…"

Jackson took the M4A1 and walked to the station. He reloaded the weapon and aimed down the sight. Then Gaz began to control the targets as Jackson shot it down perfectly. The members just could amaze of that.

"See?" Gaz glared to them, then…to Holly. "Don't bring your personal problem to this group…"

That girl bowed. She was shamed, and didn't dare to stare him.

"Alright! Let's begin the practice!" Gaz shouted.

Meanwhile, at the teacher's parking lot, a silver Mazda parked in. Then, a mid-age male came out. He looked around then walked to the building. His step stopped when he heard some commanding bark from the military field. He smiled then continued his way to the building.

The man walked through the corridor in haste but he suddenly stopped in front of meeting room.

The debate of Zakhaev's plan still held. Zakhaev realized that Makarov interested of his plan, it was showed from his eyes. Zakhaev knew that.

Noticing this, Zakhaev liked to ask him, but, suddenly the door opened and Shepherd came in. Zakhaev shocked, it was unexpected.

"I've heard everything…Mr. Zakhaev! You are fired!" Shepherd barked.

"H-how can you?" Zakhaev still shocked.

"You don't need to know! And that's true…you tried to invite the staff to join into your crazy plan!" Shepherd crossed his arms. "You better to get away from here, now…"

"You heard him, Mr. Zakhaev…" Price said as showed the tapper.

Zakhaev glared at him, "P-Price! How cunning…" "I'm the one who asked him to do this job for me, Mr. Zakhaev!" Shepherd took off his earpiece.

"Check mate…" Shepherd smirked.

to be continued