Chapter 3: Couldn't Test Me If Your Name Was Pop Quiz
Jenna
New initiates suck. Being the first initiate I have a rep to keep, especially being the strongest one here. I used to be able to sit in the Dojo all day with no one except the training robots, a big bottle of blue Gatorade, and my babies. By babies, I mean my Garanga knuckles, or Power Gloves as I like to call them. Given to me the second I walked through the Organization's doors, I pretty much sleep with these (although Mitchell doesn't need to know that, even though he has a sweater for his bat). While we are on this topic, these new kids have to learn the rules before they get hurt, most likely by me.
Zach was the first to learn, and lucky for him, he's a quick learner. When he first came, about 4 months ago, I thought nothing of him, a short average build kid, kind of shy and nervous, but jeez! hacking into the New York Stock Exchange and almost giving himself thousands of dollars, nice touch! When he came to greet me, he shook my hand, but didn't look me in the eye. What kind of disrespect is that?! I let out a small shock from the gloves, just to show him who's boss. He quickly learned his place, staying in his room most of the time either playing on his Xbox or trying to hack into assigned websites. Of course, we get a jock in the group, thinking he's all high and mighty. The first day Mitchell walked in he seemed so official, his army uniform, the countless number of pins plastered across his chest, and oddly, and baseball bat in a sleeve slung over his shoulder. He had a smug look on his face, one that I immediately disliked, like he thought he was the best, that arrogant son of a gun. The first thing you learn here at the Squad, there is always someone better than you, namely me, so don't underestimate them. The second thing, don't test me. The only testing you'll do with me are those quizzes in Weaponry. So, when Mitchell strode up to me with his smug smile and chill buzz cut, I did what any teenager like me would do, punched him straight in the stomach. A nice quick jab, not even with my gloves, much less electricity, Mitchell doubled over in pain, surprised by the sudden blow. Even better, a brown liquid spewed from his mouth, apparently the sandwich he'd had for lunch. That was by far the best reaction I've gotten from someone. Normally it's "Oh please Jenna have mercy!" but throwing up was a wonderful touch. Now it was me bent over, but rather than from pain, laughter. I fell into the sofa, pretty much dying from hysteria. Once I gathered my composure again, Zach and Headmistress were knelt next to Mitchell who was still on the floor, trying to regain his breathe.
"Not cool, Jenna, not cool at all." Zach said wrapping his arm around Mitchell and helping him into a chair.
"Thanks" Mitchell retorted, still heaving.
"The name's Zach, I'm not exactly muscle and hustle like you and Jenna, but if you ever need your phone jailbroken, I'm your guy."
Mitchell nodded appreciatively towards Zach. Zach smiled and sat back down, snatching up his Wii controller and continued his game of Super Smash Bros. I'll admit, it's not a bad game, mostly because the purpose is to beat the crap out of your opponents, but nothing beats reality. The only reason I know about the game is because Zach brought it here and wouldn't stop bugging me to play it.
The new girl, Astrid, isn't half bad either. Quiet, keeps to herself most of the time, but she's overly nice and man does that get on my nerves.
"Hi Jenna!" or "You look really nice today Jenna!". Why does she have to be so perky? I mean I know I look nice, but today? I look nice everyday. I didn't think much of her until I saw her practice. She no match for me but wow! She dances and kicks butt at the same time! Mitchell almost got killed once from her spinning pirouette kick. I don't know why but watch people get hurt is kind of fun. Mitchell quick reflexes grabbed the spinning robotic head out of the air just before it hit him in the face (must have been catching practice, lucky him).
And of course, there's the newest upstart, Richie. "Intelligence", please more like "ignoramus". I saw him walk in with headmistress and he didn't look very special. He still doesn't by the way if you were wondering. Looking around the room with that stupid, dumbfounded face and his eyes shining with awe. Give me a break. What super spy walks into a training camp wearing jeans and a maroon polo? Did he get picked up off the street or something? A real spy (me) walks in a lacrosse jersey and workout shorts, otherwise ready to go to work. And he had the audacity to look at me with his stupid charismatic smile and friendly attitude! Ugh, people can be so annoying sometimes. Hopefully me throwing him into that wall knocked some sense into him. Even two weeks after he arrived, he's all buddy-buddy with everyone. Zach and he are pretty much inseparable, always playing video games or sparring together. Astrid and he are constantly studying and practicing. He even plays baseball with Mitchell! He never spars with me! I mean sure every time he tries to talk to me, I push him away, but what's the problem in that? A girl's allowed to show her feelings, right? Sometimes I just want to punch him in the face! In fact, I know exactly what to do. It's time for Richie to see just how cool I am!
"Mitchell! We have business to do!"