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"Good morning class. As you all know today will be the last day to decide which agency you will be interning under. Other than that, it will be a fairly normal day until after lunch. The school board has decided that regulating the Tactical Combat Casualty Care class is illogical and irresponsible. So all of you will be certified in TCCC by the end of the day. Farron, you'll be called into gym Omega for your quirk assessment sometime in the next period. Other than that, the lot of you should have a fairly lax day before the weekend. Any questions?" Aizawa's bored voice asked the class.
Seeing no takers, he waved his hand in dismissal and took his leave. The class was immediately abuzz with small talk ranging from weekend plans, to what they expected from the internships. Michael, however, was silent as he watched from the back of the classroom. His mind was still playing back the events from earlier this morning, waking up to the sight of the two women he'd come to love.
He'd woken up before his alarm could sound off, roughly a half hour left before it was due to play whatever song was next on the list. He shut it off and laid his head back down, the couch cushion supporting him. The room was pure darkness in his color vision, but a quick switch to his thermals bathed the room a deep blue. Looking to either side of him, the warm red and green forms of Mina and Himiko slept, using him as a body pillow. Mina's legs had intertwined with his and he was sure that the warm wetness across his chest was thanks to Toga and her open mouth snoring. He decided to just enjoy this moment of peace, there was no telling how many more of these he'd be getting in the future.
A gentle shake ripped Michael from his memories and back to his present surroundings. Standing in front of him was Momo, her hand on his shoulder and a look of worry in her eyes. "Michael? Michael, are you okay?"
"What? Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I was just caught up in my thoughts. Is something going on?"
"They called for you on the intercom to head to Gym Omega. You've just been sitting here looking off into nowhere… Are you sure you're okay?"
Nodding his head, Michael waved her off and hurriedly grabbed his things. "Yeah, I'm sure. Just had a rough night and was thinking about some things." He reaffirmed as he stood.
He began to take his leave, only stopping at the door to look behind him and catch sight of Mina. The girl looked uncertain, but gave him a small smile when she met his gaze. A quick wave goodbye and Michael was running down the halls, working his way to Gym Omega. Hallways passed by in a blur, the boy barely having time to read the signs directing him as he sped by. One last unusually long corridor later, he'd arrived at Gym Omega. Opening the door, he saw a table sitting in the middle of the floor. Sitting at the table were three familiar faces. Aizawa sat on one end stoic as ever, only nodding his head in greeting. Recovery Girl sat on the other end, relieved to finally see him in good condition and not on the verge of death. In the middle sat Principal Nezu, a small, white hybrid creature with a content smile and clipboard in hand. Michael came to a stop a few feet away from the table, dipping into a quick bow before standing straight. "Good Morning Mr. Michael. How are you today?" Nezu asked, eyes bright and focused on the student.
"Good morning sir. My morning has been decent enough, I suppose. It's getting into the fall and I'm not much for the cold."
"Ah, I see. You and Ms. Tsuyu have the same issue. Hmm… I'll be sure to inform the support department of that. Anyways! Do you know why you are here today Michael? If you don't mind me calling you that."
"Go for it, sir. I was told I'd be doing a more thorough quirk examination." He answered before looking around to see an empty gymnasium.
"Excellent! Well, joining me today are your very own homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa, and Chiyo Shuzenji. Aizawa will act as a verifier and safety measure in case you should need to be restrained for any reason. Shuzenji will be our on-site medic and quirk expert. I will be administering the exam and the three of us will write a detailed report of your quirk to add to our database. Are you ready for the examination? We're just going to start with a simple reflex test." Nezu happily said, clicking a pen and readying his clipboard.
Michael nodded and took a few steps back as a few loud sirens blared. Red warning lights flashed in the gym and an electronic voice sounded off, "Warning! Testing in progress."
From the small table, Nezu reached over with his pen to press a button Michael hadn't seen before. With a faint beep, a section of the gym floor rose up to form a pillar lined with barrels. Two loud pops and Michael's instincts saved him from the pair of tennis balls shot at him. Another two loud pops and the teen was ready this time. One ball was snatched out of its trajectory and the other was sent flying off course with a swift kick from the teen.
From where he stood, Michael could see Nezu eagerly scribbling away at a notepad, before rapidly smacking the button again and again. More and more sections of the flooring rose up around him to fire off the yellow tennis balls with the signature pop of compressed air. The serpentine teen ducked, weaved and did his best to keep from being hit with a ball. What wasn't caught or evaded was knocked away with lightning-fast, precise strikes. It was only several volleys of tennis balls later that had finally managed to hit him, a yellow ball thudding against the back of his head and bouncing away on the floor. A loud buzz was heard and the pillars descended back into the floor as Principal Nezu clapped away at the display. "Excellent work, young Michael. Are you ready for the next test?" The hybrid asked.
A quick nod was his answer and the chimera happily clapped before gesturing to Aizawa. The homeroom teacher silently stood with a cup in hand and walked towards his student, stopping only a few feet away. "Fill this cup to the line with your venom. We need a sample to judge just how deadly what you put out is. An anti-venom will be manufactured and distributed accordingly during training events and while you are in the field."
"So you're saying that I'll be allowed to bite and envenom my classmates?" He asked, brow raised in concern as he took the cup and began dripping venom.
"Think of it as a lesson for you and them. One, it'll encourage your natural aggression and ambush strategy. You could end a fight with a single bite and as little collateral as possible if you can manage your output. As for them, it will encourage them to keep on guard and to protect themselves. If they get bit once, I'm sure they'll make sure to never let it happen again." Aizawa said, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face before disappearing.
A small dark yellow robot rolled over to the two with a small tray to place the cup on, its tiny metal arms holding the tray as high as they would allow. The teen set the cup down on the tray, putting the bot to work. The cup disappeared into the cube shaped robot, whirring and hissing sounds filled the room before a slip of paper came from a slot on the machine, a joyful beep accompanying it.
Taking the paper, Aizawa read the results, brows furrowed as he turned and walked over to his fellow staff members. Recovery Girl's face had surprise written all over it while Nezu had a huge grin. Standing up on the table, the principal said aloud, "Dear boy, do you know just what kind of a tool you've got for yourself there? We couldn't be completely sure from the autopsy report, but this confirms that you have what seems to be a much stronger, much more lethal version of the cytotoxin that a normal Agkistrodon Piscivorus uses. It's safe to say that the villain that nearly ended you, did not have a pleasant end himself. We'll set to work on producing an antivenom to this at once. We'll have it ready by tomorrow. Until then, let's note bite anyone else. Even then take care to only give them just the smallest doses."
Nezu happily clapped to himself as he beckoned for Recovery Girl to join them. The elderly heroine slowly shuffled her way over, her polished wooden cane clicking on the floor with each step. Once she had arrived she motioned for Farron to kneel down, allowing her easy reach to his face. A soft click was followed by a bright light that went from side to side in her grasp. Taking the hint, Michael's snake eyes tracked the source of illumination while the nurse observed. Satisfied, the light was put away and notes were taken before Recovery Girl moved on. Next, a flat wood stick was almost jammed into his mouth before being pressed against his tongue. Humoring her, Michael opened wide to display the white insides of his mouth, his fangs standing ready and proud. "I see the name Cottonmouth is well earned. Besides your tongue, your mouth is as white as my fur." The principal mused aloud.
Ignoring the comment, Recovery Girl said, "Remove your shirt please. I need to do one last examination, a blood draw and that'll be it for the day."
Nodding his head, he quickly stripped himself of his dress shirt, once again showing the multitude of wounds across his body. Shaking her head at the sight, Recovery Girl went to work documenting any abnormalities and all current scarring. Nezu himself looked on in curiosity, studying each wound and speculating how it found its way on the teen. His interest only peaked when he saw Michael's back. "Shuzenji… You may want to take a look at this." He said in silent wonder of how Michael's quirk had affected him.
"What is it?" Michael asked, a hint of worry creeping in his voice.
A faint click and the little robot from before, wheeled itself next to Michael, a slip of paper hanging from it. Taking the paper, the teen nodded his thanks to the bot, the machine happily beeping at the teen. A look at the paper revealed a full size picture of his back. The beginning of scales meshed together with tan skin along his spine and upper back. Black scales weaved with dark brown crossbands to form the start of natural armor. "Well that's new." Was all he could think to say as he studied the picture in awe of how he hadn't noticed them before.
"Animalistic body features aren't exactly uncommon, but yours seem to just now be growing in. Perhaps it's something that will fill in more over time, but it could be your body's way of adapting to your obviously rough lifestyle choices." Recovery Girl remarked, gesturing to the wounds littering his torso.
With another happy beep, the little robot produced an empty syringe and glass vial that Recovery Girl took in hand. A quick sanitizing swab later, and the nurse soon had a blood sample in hand.
"Head back to class, I'll be in with Midnight to go over TCCC with you all as soon as I get this sample entered in the lab."
With her permission and a subtle nod from Aizawa, Michael quickly dressed before making his way out.
The halls of this school were still unfamiliar to the teen as he ran back to class. Taking his time to get back allowed him to actually read more of the possible routes the signs would lead him to. The trip was quiet, the only sounds coming through being the muffled conversations behind classroom doors and his heavy footsteps thundering down the empty halls. Finally arriving at his class, he stepped inside, surprised to see Midnight going over the combat care class.
"Mr. Farron, how nice of you to finally join us. We're still going over the algorithm for field care."
"You mean TCCC?"
"Oh? You're familiar with it?"
"Very. My old man was a Marine and drilled tactical combat casualty care into my head."
"Excellent. Class, I'll need a volunteer patient and we'll head out to the training field outside for a little… hands-on training."
Ashido, Momo and Izuku were the first to raise their hands and Midnight happily clapped at their enthusiasm.
"Alright then. Let's go change into our hero costumes and head out, kiddos." She said grabbing a small medic bag and ushering the class out.
The students quickly made their way outside to the locker rooms, excited to see what they had been going over in action. Michael trailed behind the group, hearing his dad's voice reciting the steps in his head. His memory flashed some of his dad's random 'pop quizzes' as he liked to call them. He could almost feel the weight of father on his back as he changed into his costume. The strain on his young legs forcing themselves to keep running under the heavy load as he laced his boots. He could remember laying his dad down and checking the tourniquet for any notional blood as his gas mask slid onto his face. Leaving the locker room, his hands subconsciously snapped into the tiger paw position as he walked down the hall alone. "Mr. Farron?"
Snapping from his memory, he saw Midnight holding the door open. Curious eyes looked at him from behind red glasses as he hurried over. "Is something the matter, Michael?"
"No ma'am. Just got lost in my head for a second there."
An eyebrow rose as she studied the young man before she decided to lighten the mood with a little teasing. "Now, Michael. You got a pretty little girl waiting for you to go out there and put your hands all over her, and you're here getting performance anxiety?"
"I… umm… No, No ma'am!" He said, quickly regaining his bearing and rushing outside.
"Oh, so confident and he's well mannered! If only he was a little older." She said to herself with a laugh as she shut the door behind her and strutted over to the class.
"Ms. Ashido! Please make your way roughly 75 meters out and lie down. You will act as if you have been struck in the thigh by a bullet or debris. When we get back, you will do as I instruct as to see just what Michael knows."
"Yes, Ma'am!" She said happily before running off.
"Now, class. When I say go, you'll all follow Michael and watch his every movement. Pay attention. This could very well be you saving the life of another one day."
The class watched in heavy anticipation as Midnight handed the small bag to Michael, the serpentine teen quickly rummaging through it and inspecting the contents. With a satisfied nod, Farron took a running stance, muscles tense in anticipation at the chance to work. "Go!"
Michael was already bolting before the majority of the class had registered the command to start. Farron was nearly halfway there when he ripped himself from his tunnel vision and began to assess the scene he was rapidly approaching. Midnight, Bakugo and Iida were running alongside him keeping pace, while Tsuyu hopped along right behind them. Sliding to a knee, Michael had ripped a tourniquet free from the bag and immediately started barking orders to the three that managed to keep up. "You three keep watch and provide cover!"
Mina was grabbing her leg in mock agony as the sound of velcro coming undone sounded out. By now, the rest of the class had caught up to see the demonstration. "Mina. Look, I need you to keep calm and stay awake for me. Ok, hon? Now try to hold still, because this is going to hurt a bit."
The tourniquet was quickly looped around her leg and cinched down extremely tight, causing the pinkette to wince in pain with each twist of the windlass rod. "Don't worry, I'm gonna get you outta here. So go limp and let me work, Pinks."
A small pained nod was all the confirmation he got as began to haul her up and position her on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Once he was confident in his hold, Michael rushed back to where they began. This time, the class was ready to move and kept up with the charging teen.
Mina was super light on his shoulders. Heavy enough to remind him of her presence and slow him down, but not enough to strain him. He was more used to his dad's weight, feeling every pound threatening to bring him down with each step. The gas mask was probably the worst part about this drill. The filters limiting how much air he could take in with each breath. He could faintly hear Mina whimper and groan in pain from the tightness of the tourniquet. Finally coming to a stop, he laid her down as gently as he could while still moving fast. Midnight was quickly beside them, supervising the process. "Michael, explain to the class what you are doing with each step. I will be giving you different problems to address as you go."
Ripping off his gas mask he immediately launched into CLS. "Yes ma'am. Right now, I'm going to recheck the tourniquet to ensure its still tight after that movement and then I'll start doing blood sweeps."
Michael's hands wrapped around her leg and he registered just where his hands were. Her skin-tight costume let him feel every muscle in her powerful legs as his fingers traced over them. Her calves were the same as her thighs, smaller but just as strong. Switching to the other leg, his eyes flicked over to check on how she was holding up. Her eyes were locked onto his gloved hands as they ran close to her groin. Snapping back to focus, he moved up to her arms and repeated the process. Her bare pink skin was flawless as he searched for any notional blood. Satisfied with his search he moved onto the next issue. "What kind of wound does she have on her leg?"
Midnight put her hand up to her chin in thought, a smile coming to her face. "Shrapnel from an explosion sliced her leg."
"In that case, we'd expose the wound and take this hemostatic dressing before packing it into the most active bleed spot. After that, we'd wrap it in this pressure bandage." He said, holding up each item from the bag by his side.
"Good. Next step."
"So our next step will be to check her airways and make sure she's still breathing. We can check this by seeing if her chest is rising, putting your ear next to her mouth and listening for it or by placing your hand by her mouth or nose and feeling for her exhale."
Midnight was grinning wildly, a hand on her hip. "She's breathing but it's strained."
"Well, then we do a head-tilt and chin-lift." Michael said as he maneuvered behind her head.
Mina's eyes locked with his as he gently grabbed her head and jaw before tilting it back and opening her mouth. He gave her a quick smile before shifting his vision back to her mouth. "Now I'm gonna check to see if there is any debris lodged in her airway. If there is, then we'll turn her head to the side and carefully try to get it out, without pushing it further in."
"There's no debris, but it's getting harder for her to breathe."
"Well then that leads us into step three. I'll have to…"
"You'll have to what, Mr. Farron?"
"I'd have to strip her top off and do a finger sweep to find any open wounds."
Mina's eyes widened at his words, a purple blush flooding her face. Looking up to Michael, she could see his snake eyes do the same, his tan face betraying the red creeping to the surface. "It's okay. I trust you."
Looking down to her, he locked eyes with her. Her face was beautiful, pink and smooth with a few strands of her curly hair in the way. "Are you sure?"
A small nod was his answer as he looked at the medical bag and grabbed the medical scissors. The blades were just about to cut through her costume when Midnight interjected. "For demonstration purposes, we will not be cutting our costumes apart. Just know, when lives are on the line, modesty is the last thing to worry about. Now, please carry on, Michael."
Michael nearly threw the scissors back into the bag, his hands shaking and heart thumping. Shaking off the nerves, he mentally scrambled to remember where he was in the steps. "Well… fuck. Okay, so once the fabric is out of the way, I'll form a tiger paw with my hands and feel for any wounds."
Putting his hands on one side of her stomach he slowly drug his fingers across, working his way up and stopping just under her breasts. "You've found a puncture wound right there. Keep going."
"I'll reach into my medical bag and pull out this chest seal, clean the wound and place it down on the wound when she exhales. From there, I'd finish my sweep to check for any other wounds."
"There are none, please don't feel up your significant other… In public."
Shaking his head at the heroine's words, he gently rolled the girl to her side.
"I'll do the same for her back, checking for any exit wounds. While I'm here I'll run my fingers down her spine to check for any misalignment."
"There are no exit wounds or spinal issues. What does that mean?"
"That the foreign object is most likely still inside her body, and I'll record that for when I hand her off to a higher echelon of care."
"Correct, now she's still having lots of trouble breathing. Carry on."
Rolling her back to her original position, he carried on. "If she's still having trouble breathing, then the most likely cause is a collapsed lung. I'll grab a needle decompression and insert it either in between the second and third rib if I'm going in the front, or between the fourth and fifth if it's going in her side."
"Excellent work. She's breathing normally now. Please continue."
"Well now that I've moved her around a bit, I'll reassess all the measures I've taken so far. That includes the tourniquet, pressure bandage, chest seal and needle D."
"No more blood has come out. Continue."
" We'll move into head and hypothermia then. I'll check to see if her pupils are dilated or extremely small. Basically, just checking for any signs of shock. After that, I'll check her ears for any fluid leakage of blood and or brain fluid. I'll gently cup her head and see if there are any squishy bits that I may need to report as well."
The two stared at each for a short moment, each burning the other's image into their minds. Her eyes were like looking into a black hole, beautiful and threatening to pull him in forever. His eyes were dark and hardened like cold steel by all he'd seen in life, but she could see past that into the warm bright love for her hiding inside.
"No head issues or brain fluid, her eyes are fine. Next step."
"Then I'll move into hypothermia. If she's cold then I can wrap her in a blanket, buddy cuddle her, or move her to direct sunlight."
"Demonstrate the buddy cuddle."
Rolling his eyes at Midnight's obvious attempts to mess with the couple, he quickly slid into an awkward spooning position, careful to not disturb his work. Mina was silently enjoying the position, ignoring the fact that multiple eyes were locked onto them. Looking back to his former homeroom teacher, he could see his classmates staring at him. Kaminari was giving him a thumbs-up, Izuku's face was red while Momo was taking notes. "Okay, next step."
Picking himself back up, Michael shot into finishing up TCCC. "Next would be the PAWS in PMARCHPAWS. This is Pain, Antibiotics, Wounds, and Splints. Basically, you'd provide painkillers and antibiotics, check for smaller, less serious wounds and splint any broken bones. Once that's done, you'd find a way to send up a nine line. But you really only need the first five lines. The last four kinda just help the medical personnel. The nine lines are Location, Radio Frequency, Patients by precedence, Special equipment needed, Number of patients, Security of pickup site, Method of marking, Patient nationality and status, and CBRN threats if you're dealing with villians using that kind of stuff. From there we'd pass her off to an actual medic and tell them all the steps we've taken and time we put the tourniquet on."
Midnight started clapping happily, an impressed smile on her face at his knowledge. "Your father taught you well, even if it's the military variant of combat life saving. He'd be proud to know you retained all that so well. Excellent work, Michael. Mina Ashido has been saved!"
Taking a relieved breath, Michael reached down to pull his girl up to her feet. Popping up, she quickly wrapped him into a tight hug, kissing his scarred cheek.
"Now that we've seen it in action, who wants to go next?"
Multiple hands went up, the entire class ready to go and put their newfound skills to the test. "Michael, you'll be assisting me in supervising the rest of the class in their runs. Give them advice and run them through a few scenarios."
"Yes ma'am."
Sliding his gas mask back on, he immediately snapped into action, his voice muffled but still more than loud enough, as he tossed the medic bag to his shortest classmate. "Mineta! Shoji! You're up! Mineta, you'll be the rescuer and Shoji will be the victim."
"Wait, does that mean I'll have to pick him up and run him back here?"
A slow nod was all the short-statured teen received before Michael looked over to Shoji. "Head on over to where Mina was laying. Do not assist Mineta in the carry, he won't have such luxuries in the field and so he won't have them here." A quick nod was his answer as Shoji jogged away.
"Mineta. Are you ready?"
"Nope… Not at all."
"Well no one cares. Your run starts…Now!"
Mineta's small stature and shorter legs did him no favors as he scurried towards Shoji, Michael outpacing him with hardly any effort. "He's fuckin dying! Run faster!"
Stopping beside his downed classmate, he watched Mineta fumble with the bag as he slid to a stop. "He's been knocked unconscious and bleeding profusely from his lower thigh!"
Taking the cue, Mineta ripped the tourniquet from the bag, dropping it as he tried to work with the velcro. Michael had to resist the urge to take a page out of his dad's book and start screaming. Remembering the first time he'd been run through a drill, he could still hear his dad's words. He'd put the tourniquet on too low and not tight enough, his dad quickly ripping into him for his mistake. "What the fuck is your problem, son? I just fucking shown you this shit! Simple shit and since you don't wanna pay attention, He fucking dies! You wanna watch him fucking die, Mike? Go back and run this shit again… SPRINT!"
Tearing himself from his memory, he could see Mineta struggling to lift Shoji from the ground. He'd barely gotten him off the ground and was trembling with effort, before dropping him. "How am I supposed to do this? He's twice my freaking size!"
Michael's irritation threatened to turn into anger as Mineta focused on him instead of the patient. Minutes passed as Michael yelled at Mineta to lift Shoji while Mineta struggled and complained. The serpentine teen was about to retort to the midget's latest whining when a new voice cut in. "Alright you damn extras! I'll fucking do it! Farron! What's wrong with him?"
"Unconscious and bleeding profusely from the left lower thigh."
Bakugo's eyes narrowed as he looked at the loose tourniquet Mineta had attempted to apply. Snarling, he quickly set to work on tightening it to the point Shoji winced. With a slight grunt, Shoji was lifted from the ground and lowered onto the blonde's shoulders. "Let's rock!" Michael said, taking off in front of his explosive classmate.
Even with his heavier classmate weighing him down, Bakugo held a fast pace, explosive sweat beginning to drip down his face. Coming to a stop, the blonde set down Shoji and got to work, Michael giving him a few scenarios to keep him on his toes. When the drill was done and nine-line readout, Michael stood impressed. "You passed. You did great even. There was one time I had to correct your placement on the needle d, but otherwise, you did flawlessly. Good shit."
"Of course I did great, Snake Eyes. Stop telling me what I already know." Bakugo said, a smirk on his face.
"Shoji, you're up next. Bakugo, would you kindly act as the casualty?"
"Fine. Don't expect to ever see me down in an actual fight though."
"Wouldn't dream of it, Blastoise."
Bakugo stood silent as he locked eyes with Farron, a flash of anger exploding across his features before settling into an amused grin. "The name is Dynamight… Don't you fucking forget it… Prick." He said, blasting off to the designated pickup point.
A few hours later and the entirety of the class had run through at least two drills each. Michael himself coaching them in different scenarios, carries ,and life-saving procedures. Once back inside the classroom and in their usual school uniforms, Midnight decided to speak to the students. "Alright kiddos, great work out there today! Almost all of you have demonstrated the capability to save lives in a combat scenario. All of you should remember that this is a perishable skill and should practice it regularly. Should you have any questions, then just ask our little in-house expert. Other than that, please submit your choices for the hero internship and you will be dismissed for the day."
She'd only just turned away when the door to the classroom burst open, ripping the attention of the class to the hero stepping through. A brown stetson, red cloak and tan mask quickly revealed the teacher in question to be Snipe. "Afternoon, Midnight. How's your day been?"
"Positively wonderful. The kids did their combat lifesaving class today and they did great. Now, what brings you here?"
"I just need to speak to Farron and for you to keep these kids in here while I do."
"Well go right ahead, cowboy."
Turning to the class, Snipe's eyes ran over the students before settling on Michael. "Mr. Farron. Do you mind coming with me for just a quick second?"
"No problem." The two walked out into the hallway just outside the door before stopping.
"What can you tell me about this here pistol?" Snipe asked in English, pulling out a handgun.
Taking it in hand, Michael dropped the mag in hand to find it empty. A quick move of his hand racked the slide back, revealing an empty chamber and locking the slide. "Colt 1911. It's a pistol usually chambered in .45 ACP, issued to American troops from 1911 to 1985. It's a single-action, semi-automatic, magazine-fed, and recoil operated handgun that saw action in both world wars, Korea and Vietnam. What about it?"
"Excellent work. Now, what about this?" Snipe asked as he casually pulled a shotgun from somewhere in his cloak.
"You normally distribute firearms to random students like this or what?"
"Real funny kid. I have my reasons for doing this and I need to see if my assumptions held any weight."
"Is this because I'm from America or something?"
"...That's part of it, yeah."
"Riiight. Well, that's just a Remington 870 Express Magnum. My favorite shotgun besides the Benelli M4. Look, are you just gonna play show and tell with me or do you actually need something?"
"Patience kid. Look, I watched your fight at the festival and was there when we went over what happened at the USJ. You have a serious disadvantage in fights that you can't end immediately, and I want to see if I might put you in a better position."
"What's the catch?"
"Catch is that you choose me to intern under. You get to learn a bit and possibly get the ability to carry something that can help you in battle. I get to pass on some skills to the next generation of heroes… That and a shooting partner at the range."
"You just want a shooting partner and decided the best way to do that was to find an American teenage boy and offer free shit? Well shit, Snipe. That's all you had to say."
"Well put her there partner." Snipe said, offering his hand.
Michael took the hand with a smile both gripping hard and giving a quick shake. He was going to enjoy this. "Yeefuckinhaw."
