Heaven in Hell

THE AFTERMATH

ARJUN'S POV:

The adrenaline rush and the efforts I made for the past days go crashing down and I start feeling light-headed and dizzy. What the fuck! Agent Prescott will kill me. I try to blink away the force that is fighting to take me under but ..

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AGENT PRESCOTT'S POV:

Before his words could even make sense, the boy goes down like a sack of potatoes. Great! He survives Hell Week and falls down now. Roshesh stands there like a fish out of water. What am I to do with these people?

I lift him up fireman style and deposit him in the infirmary before going back to the room. Roshesh is now sitting on the computer reading what Arjun did while Chief and I stand over him. Arjun's words come crashing back and I realize in horror how big of a fuck up I have made. I would have given away our location, put Darcy in danger and Chief would have to rescue my ass. Apparently, so does Chief!

Roshesh is dismissed in the most teeth-grinded words I have ever seen. It is just him and me now.

I stand in attention with my eyes down while he clenches and unclenches his fists. I don't need to look up to know that his eyes would be fire and his jaw would be clenched. Heck, I can already feel the anger rolling off him in waves.

My veins feel ice cold the more I think about my screw up. I'm going to be breaking the world record for plank timings for sure!

"Drop. Super-man push-ups" Yup! Definitely pissed.

One arm straight as a super man and other arm pushing my huge body up and down, it is going to be one hell alright. I scramble fast knowing that my life fully depends on it. However, in the very first push-up itself, I fumble at the sight before me. Chief has joined this push-up party. What the hell!

"Do you need assistance in counting?" Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"It won't happen again, Chief" Terrible seconds passing with ever-growing fear, I keep counting and pushing while Chief matches my speed and says nothing. Good Lord, what is he doing?

After having crossed 400, my counts drop a little in speed and I have trouble keeping my voice even in the counts. Please change the exercise, Chief!

I make it to another 50 with shaky hands while Chief continues the push-ups unaffected. Old man still hasn't lost his strength. God knows how!

"Pause" Thank you! But please, don't let plank be the next exercise.

"You are the instructor here, Prescott. Let's see how you decide to learn this lesson." WHAT? I'm punishing me?! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"200 Crunches, Chief?" While I get on my ass, I see Chief do the same. Wordlessly, he joins me in the crunches too! Oh double fuck! Holy macroni and cheese pizza with choco lava cake level fuck! I'm punishing Chief. No ways! I like life yet.

With a quick prayer, I open my mouth. "Chief, I- I- I am the one responsible for this mistake. I'll do w- whatever you say. Please, Chief" I cringe at the three killer landmines I just laid down and drove a tank over. Great! I'm just supposed to tell him to stop and here, I am - motivating him to go harder.

"Are you deliberately trying to dig a bigger grave or you are still this stupid, Prescott?" And the award for being a shit goes to ME! There is no correct answer here. The crunches continue nonetheless.

"Chief, I'm just saying that umm- Chief- umm- should not join me in the pu- lesson"

The crunches are over but I see a heart attack coming. Damn it! Why do I lose my bearing with both these men? Chief and Colonel James bring out the awkward kid in me without a brain.