Heaven in Hell

ALMOST DEAD

0530 HOURS

OFFICER ROSHESH VAZA

Agent Prescott had fallen at Chief Darhk's feet but Chief looked every bit as angry as before. It felt as if Dad had scorned and killed his favourite puppy and Chief is just getting started on his revenge. Agent Prescott looked dead tired to me. I'm not sure how long will he last.

Rolling Agent Prescott on his back, Chief Darhk put his feet a little elevated on the tracks and ordered us to sprint back, at the fastest pace possible, shower, eat and report at 0700 hours. We left quickly to ensure that we did not spoil the situation any further. We had quite a lot of painful rolls to remember this night as it is.

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0700 HOURS

DR. DARCY

Except Mr. Prescott and Mr. Darhk, everybody had taken their breakfast. I sat at the table waiting for them to arrive so that I could clear the kitchen and start preparing for lunch.

After another 10 minutes of waiting around, I walked outside and my eyes bulged at the site in front of me

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0710 HOURS

OFFICER ROSHESH VAZA

After a nice breakfast, I hoped that I had gained enough energy to keep going today. I thought Chief Darhk let us leave early so that Agent Prescott and him could walk slower a little behind, but boy, was I wrong. It seems that Agent Prescott's guardian angels are blind when it comes to him.

Agent Prescott's eyes were tightly shut and he was biting his lips to keep from cursing in pain while doing crunches with Chief Darhk standing right above him, counting for him. The pace was killing and you could see each muscle of Agent Prescott screaming at the pull they felt.

Dr. Darcy stood in a corner with her fists clenched tight but ready to pounce on Chief Darhk at any moment. She spoke in her calm professional voice, "Mr. Darkh, you must have breakfast now. Skipping a breakfast is never acceptable."

Chief Darhk glared at her murderously for interrupting his fun with Agent Prescott but the counts did not slow down. On the contrary, Chief Darhk's voice was lower and dangerous than his shouting pitch he used on us more often and his glare was relentless. I would have scurried away if that glare was every used on me. But Dr. Darcy took a step closer, looked him in the eye and said, "Mr. Darhk, I won't run this infirmary if you don't follow my orders. You eat breakfast now or you find another doctor."

Chief Darhk looked surprised that somebody could argue that firm with him. He lost his count and stood with his mouth open, unsure of what to answer. I smiled at the thought of Dr. Darcy being the knight in shining armour to Agent Prescott. The woman barely reached Agent Prescott's shoulders and looked no match for Agent Prescott and yet here she was, ensuring Agent Prescott was healthy and making Chief Darhk follow her orders. I'm not sure how I can control the smile that escapes me at this sight. A huge giant is at the mercy of a small man, a man who is about to follow the orders of a fragile looking woman.

Thankfully, Chief Darhk turns away from us and into the kitchen while gesturing for Agent Prescott to follow.

Agent Prescott, after taking a minute to catch his breath, struggles to get up and staggers behind the Chief to have some breakfast.

I want to take this opportunity to just lie down and close my eyes for some time. But I know the whole team would be killed if we did not start something. So taking in the reins, I shout, "Drop" and start counting push-ups till Chief Darhk or Agent Prescott's returns.