Scott's POV

Some days flew by and I kept on going to Jason's class. But I tried my best to hide from him. I didn't want a sore on my face again.

Today was different, I was in weaponry class. The class didn't really look like a class room. There were no chairs or desks, neither were there boards. Instead, it was a vast expanse of plains. Scattered around the plains were short brick walls. All the students lined behind the plains and Okoye stood before us. He wore a black vest with black Jeans. His arm muscles made his sleeves have folds.

"I hope you all slept well. Cause...