Hey patient readers!
All set for schedule part-II?
Here we go....

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JANE's POV:

It's not a very good sight to see your man sweat as a punishment for breaking rules for you.
But here I was, standing at the terrace, looking at the gathering in football field.

When Killer walked out in front, I wasn't much surprised. He must have been a reference or something. They can't just leave him peacefully when others are getting screwed at this land.

But hats off to this girl - Kyra. She is like a rabbit! Running and moving and turning quickly. Though I'm super impressed with her, I'm a little jealous too. But mostly, I'm scared - Killer will now have something to say and get my ass on fire - That girl could do it, so can you.
Thanks for that, Kyra.

And what happened to Officer Roshesh? He came in wobbly and he is barely moving while others around him are on their toes.
I know he is one great athlete and this is definitely not his best.
I hope he is well. Ren will be dead if he performs poor due to some medical reason.

And lastly, there he is. My man. Our eyes had a conversation on the dining table when we sat across. His face was a little pale and he looked anxious. He wasn't exactly looking at me, but was also feeling guilty to ignore me, so he kept stealing glances.

Everytime we looked at each other for a few seconds, he would check Uncle next, whether he was caught red handed or not. Cute much.

And now he is doing his best to win Uncle's respect back. He'll do it, I know. And I also know Uncle. The fact that he is here, doing something he was never meant to do, working out with people of high grade physical training - that's enough for Uncle to know that the person is really making up for his mistakes.

Just hold on Martins, finish this schedule somehow, and he'll pat on your back.

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WILL's POV:

With Instructor Kelly's whistle, our break is over and the second part of the damned schedule starts. I can already feel each sore muscle in my body so I have no doubt about Kyra or Dr. Bones's condition. They would be cursing the day they were born.

I push myself to bring every last of my reserve out. There is no way I can afford to earn any more extras.

"30 second planks. 10 minutes. Go" Yup! The level has just been raised and this is where we start.

On Stop, I groan out "15" knowing this isn't my best and if Colonel decides, I'll be paying hell for it.

"10" "14" are heard from the duo. She is really catching up and throwing me in the flames. Damn it!!

Colonel starts circling around me without a word and my ass is lit. Now, no God can save me.

"30 second wall sits. 5 minutes. Go" He says pointing to the trees. Those barks are going to be imprinted on our backs. After a minute of circling on me, Colonel walks away giving my heart some relief. I know I can't dare relax or go slow even though my thighs are shivering like they have hypothermia.

At stop, I nearly cry out "9". I am going to be remembering this one tomorrow morning.

With "5", I'm impressed with Dr. Bones. I didn't think he would have that many in him.

However, a meek "4" takes all my strength to not turn towards her and stare. How? She did a thousand squats without a sweat and had no problem in suicides. Father is going to kick her out. Shit!

"Cadet, you are out." Poor girl, she was going so good.

"Sir, please, one more chance. I'm weak in it but I'll try my best. Please sir" Colonel says nothing but I can hear him circling her. Don't sweat it, girl. If he hasn't said a no by now, it means he is going to say yes. Except it will be with a very heavy payment.

"You get 1 chance girl. But if you go any lesser than Major Wills, you will walk out of here without a word"

"Yes, sir" Fuck you! Your unfed performance is going to kill me with you.

"Instructor, they will do it again. Major Philips, you may sit this one out."

At his whistle, I curse her. Superboss had to call now only. Doing it with Dr. Bones is one thing but this, this is a competition which I cannot afford to lose.

With Colonel circling around me and Superboss glaring at Kyra, we both are giving our best despite the shaking thighs. I know they are screaming and begging, but if I dare take a break, the next thing I'll be doing in near future is wall sits in Colonel's office.

At his stop whistle, I collapse on the ground while Kyra does the same.

"8" "8"
Kyra wheezes out and I stop breathing. The girl is something, but will be the reason I die.

Father comes and stands in front of me "4 to 8. And 9 to 8. Good going. Now, the minimum limit for you is 90%, cadet. Whether you cross 100 is upto you." He looks at me for a few tense seconds where I hide myself behind my eyelashes. I got it, sir. I dare not let you down.
"But anything less than 90 and you are out." he continues threatening the poor girl.

"You're back in. Major Philips, get back. Instructor, continue."

He says still glaring at us.

I know what you are trying to say without using the exact words.
I underperformed last time while she did the first time, and we better not do it again.
3 days of my ordeal are etched in my body, sir. I WILL not do it again.
Let me prove it please. While this girl just begged for her chance.

He nods accepting my request and walks three steps back.

Kelly brings fire back and now my ass is red.

"The food that you ate has been supervised by Flynn in that mess for 23 years. I think we must give him a tribute - 23 Air Squats (i.e. sit ups); 23 Push-Ups; 23 Kettlebell Swings - 24 kgs for Major Wills and cadet and 16 kgs for Major Philips; 23 Jumping Lunges; 23 Sit-Ups; 23 Box Jumps (24/20 inches) - 23 minutes. The weighted kettles are kept there under the box. Major Philips, there is a smaller box for your jumps. Go."

My thighs are going to die right at sit-ups.

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KYRA's POV:

After nearly killing my chances of getting his approval at wall sits, my thighs feel like weights and not a part of my body that is supposed to bend at my will. The next one was not easy either. Heck, it was a true damn fucker! It was an entire body workout while my lower body had been destroyed. I think I'll be walking as a chicken tomorrow if I survive here.

And damn that Major Wills!! He was gliding through the workout like it was a fucking warmup and because of him, I had to keep pushing so hard. If I scored less than 90, I'm out. So I fixed my gaze on him and mimicked him even when I could barely breathe. I'm getting Colonel's approval today even if I go on a stretcher from here.

With every type of exercise done and re-done, I don't know what is next in this dreadful schedule!

"Pull ups. 10 minutes. Go!"

Fuck my life! My upper body strength is not that good to be in 90% range of this man. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Did you know - men performing at least 8 pull-ups and 13-17 reps is considered fit and strong while women performing between 1-3 pull-ups and 5-9 reps is considered fit and strong? And Colonel wants me to do more than maximum and that too in 10 minutes. Lord save my ass.

Cursing myself, I get on the bar and do everything in my power to keep pulling as fast as I can. Please let me be in his 90% range. If I'm going to do full on, I'm never going to get anywhere close to this bull next to me. I pull myself up without going completely down and when my nose crosses the bar, I let myself fall without spending a moment up. It's not legal, but it's not illegal too. Moreover, I have no other option to stay ahead of the lava flowing right behind me.

"60" "30" "54" Woah.. Exact!! I would dance if I could.. Thank you, thank you, thank you God!

I do not miss Colonel's glare directed towards Major Wills right after we called out our counts. He was expecting a huge ass gap - instead I managed to stay within the range. They won't reject my technique, and poor man is going to be hanging on that bar more often - I can foresee it.

Dad looked at me curiously knowing how I did it. I felt a little proud there.

After a break of a minute, which we use to hydrate, the Satan Instructor is back on upper body strength. It is like the first part was just a warm-up, this feels like a straight up fantasy of hell for chicken arms like mine.

"Pulling tackle dummy sleds. It has only 25 kgs added. 10 minutes. Go."

Only? Wow, asshole. Pushing those dummies is a task in itself but atleast you could use your entire body force. It is easier to push something than to pull it. But alas, our Satan must know it well and therefore, with rope in our hands, we start pulling the damn thing. The rope is going to leave some burn marks.

"10" Holy fucking hell!! My trick worked!

"5" Poor guy looks like he will faint any second. So much for love!

"10" I did it. Yes! I get on my knees because it took everything I had to keep pace.

Before I can catch my breath, a sharp "Up, cadet" is heard and I shoot up just from the tone of the voice. Damn it! You could have let me have a minute, Colonel!

Satan wastes no time in announcing the next one.

"Resistance band punches. Since this may be new, I'll show a few." Thank God. I'm glad Major Philips is here then.

He walks towards one of the goal posts where a band is kept beside the pole. With each end of the band in each hand while the middle is in the pole, he turns his back towards the pole and to Colonel, who is waiting with boxing pads in each hand. Twisting the band in his hand to hold tight, he pulls his hand for a punch to the pads. He keeps going at a speed where I can barely see his hands. Who is this man?

"10 minutes. Only if a punch is strong, it will be counted. Colonel will be with the cadet." I'm gone.

"I'll be with Major Wills" Ooh! Satan for a Killer. That should be one sight.

"And Kadner be with Major Philips."

With pads at ready and go, I try to punch but damn it, the band has too much resistance and Colonel is standing quite far. With a deep breath, I try the fast approach. Only speed will cut the resistance and I need all the help I can get.

"550" I'm sure he must have hit way more for Satan to say that number. The glare that Major Wills is giving to that instructor says it all.

"150" Somebody is tired. Poor guy! Colonel seriously needs to grow a heart. The damn man is going through something nobody would agree to, and Dad is not helping him either.

"510" I release a sigh. Better than 90%. My arms fall by my side. Nothing more upper-body please. I don't think I can raise them. But mercy is never in his books. Dad was very clear on that.

When Major Philips was barely standing straight, Colonel had him hydrate more and pointed to Capt Renee to let him out on the other stretcher, despite his protests. The way he was dismissed, I'd die of humiliation if I were him. His request to continue was regarded as disobedience and he had no option but to give up. I don't think you won this, Major Philips. But may be he is sending you back for your own good. Don't mess it.

The schedule continues with half the people and I can feel the pressure of two glares and the silent curses sent.

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WILL's POV:

We had collapsed on the ground when it was finally over. I had managed to not under-perform and the girl had some reserve strength to earn his approval. She looked like if there was another set, she would need a stretcher. Luckily it was over before that could happen.

After dismissing her and Super Boss with asking them to report at noon, Father turned to me and said "You have one hour to go and sleep. It's Sunday anyways. Report at your usual morning run timing."

My sore muscles forced my mouth to make some noise in resistance, but I knew better.
"Yes sir."

It was Kelly, finally, that spoke up.
"Permission to speak, sir.".
"Go ahead Instructor Kelly."

Please don't make it worse for me! Please!

"I've been going hard on him with the fight practice over past week. Yesterday from morning till evening he was on field. Then came this schedule the whole night. I request if you can grant him a few hours to recover. It will look bad in front of guests if he is drained."
I would have fallen at his feet and weeped so much.

Father looked at me top to bottom then back to Kelly.
"I want improvement in his fight practice, then." Father said seriously and I knew I have to accept either of the two gifts. One just delays the another.

"I'll ensure that, sir."
Damn. There went my muscles.

"Fine. Then you report at 0800 after breakfast. Dismissed."
Ah finally the word!

I saluted him and marched out. I've only got three hours to sleep and I don't plan on wasting a single nanosecond.

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Major Philip Martins POV :

My arms have never hurt so bad in my entire existence.
The senior orthopaedic faculty during my studies ensured that I have enough upper body strength to break a bone before I earn to make one.

I used to blame forces and the drills to get into their thick skulls to think that way. It turned out that I was wrong all the time.
Had they not made me go through all that, I would have died sweating and in shame on the OT table doing failed surgeries. As an orthopedic, not having enough strength in your arms is not an option. You chose this, you face this.
And not boasting, I've done hundred surgeries if not more, and I've never even once faced embarrassment due to reasons like I didn't have enough power to manoeuvre a joint or bone.
I thought I'm fairly good when it comes to biceps and triceps.

But boy I was so wrong.
If I were to get a red face ever, it would be today. Not in my dreams would I expect to cross Wills, but this girl? Damn it.

I felt bad remembering the comment I made on her gender when I met her this afternoon. I guess the apology wasn't enough. She truly came prepared. Wills was right.
And damn I pray for her to get Colonel's approval, because I don't think I've ever seen any other woman of her age go through all this with such power.

The bands took all my ATP and each joint from my head to toe was cracking. I would have given up long back if it wasn't for the two other participants. I think that's the reason why Wills was included.

Poor, got screwed really much more than me.

"150" I had to shoot these words out since I was barely wheezing.

"Major Philip, break out, have some water."
Oh thank god! I don't think I could go any further with that dry throat!
But why the special break for me?

"Instructor Kelly, call Capt Renee with another stretcher."
What? I'm done?
Kelly guy took no time to dial the numbers on his phone.

"Sir. I.. I can.. Let me try. I'm not-"
God what am I supposed to say now?

"You're done, Major. You may leave."
He said sternly.

"But.."
Shit I didn't expect this to end this way. He's not done. He is clearly not satisfied. Look at his face, he still hates me.
I lost the only chance I got.

"You've disregarded four orders in the past, officer. I'm sure you don't want to add a fifth on that list."
Fuck it man!

"I'm sorry, sir. I'll leave."
I say with my eyes on the ground and my ten tonnes feet turning around and rubbing on the soil underneath while I walked to the water point.

Ren was already there with a stretcher by the time I gulped a few sips.
Once I was sure I'm not going to die of dry breaths, I limped to her. Her boys reached for me just in time and moved one of my arms over a shoulder. I was laid down on the stretcher. I don't remember anything after that, only a voice -

"Martins!"
Only Jane calls me that!

I struggled to open my eyes and found myself at the Med Care I was at, a few hours ago.

"Martins!"
She called again and I looked at the direction from which that voice came.
She came running to me red and teary eyed.

My heart was beating fast now. She just bent down and hugged me tight.
I moved one of my stony hand to hug her back only to find an i.v. line secured.

"You're not supposed to be here."
I said sadly, knowing she came against Colonel's wish and this may be the last time we meet for next few months, or years, depends on Colonel.

"Shut up, stupid! Uncle told me to meet you!"
She said laughing with tears still on her cheek.

"He told you what?!"
"To meet you" she repeated and planted a kiss on my lips.

"Hey hey now!"
Came Ren's voice and I smiled against Jane's lips.

That Rambo!
He screwed me bad, made me feel pathetic, made me beg him for more, made me feel like a complete loser, but never once did he let a single freckle on his face give out that he was done testing me and I passed.

They don't call him sadist for no reason.
"I saw you the whole time! You did great!"
She said still hugging me.

"I could feel your eyes on me, just didn't know where you were."
I said winking and she gave that 'Oh please' smile I'd die for.

"Gosh, so cheezy!"
Ren said louder this time.

Both of us laughed and she sat straighter, her hand still in my hand that I don't plan to let go now.

"He does this to all of you?"
I could not stop myself.

"All the time!"
Ren and Jane said at the same time and I got double assured that I am correct in hating him right now.

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So you thought Martins was out?
Nah.
He's still in, baby! ❤️

And since you all requested, Wills was granted rest. I think I.K. heard you guys. Thank him. 😉

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Now it won't be me, if I don't tempt you guys.

So here it is - next chapter is going to be total worth the read!
We've written just one scene and I'm already excited.
If you guess right, we'll speed up.

Aaaand I'll leave you guys at this note. See ya later 😉