Okay so I know I wasn't active for a long time. But this is published for a special reason

 Yesterday I was checking out my notifs when...i saw someone had started following me. I was kinda shocked, and happy. I nearly screamed. It was the queen of ZDMN fanfics, @AS_198.(idk how do you tag someone...please dont mind. ) I mean why wouldn't i? I have read each of her stories and each one is equally amazing. She was the person who actually inspired me to write in the first place! And hers were the first fanfics that read. And if you're reading this Sana, thank you so much💫🌟

Uhh now I'll stop. Enjoy! And oh, right...Happy Children's Day🤗

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The next morning, 0400 hours, training ground.

Around 20 junior commandos stood in attention at the grounds as Karan and Faizi reached there, Sanjana behind them.

Karan stood at the head of the group, eyeing each one of them. He wasn't a real trainer, but Vikram sir had taught him a thing or two. Wouldn't hurt if he added some of his own twists to it...

"So...aap sab jaante hai ki aap kahan kyu hai. Aap me se 11 agents ko iss mission ka part nahi banna. Aur kaunse 9 rahenge, I'll decide. Clear?"

"Yes sir!" Came the energetic response. Karan looked at them, pride and pity in his eyes.

"Faizi...dekh saare aa gaye hai kya." Karan said, hands on waist.

"Haan...mai sable naam bol raha hu, agar kouachi gayab ho, to bata dena. Sameep, Aman, Aditya, Devansh, Gaurav, Ranbir, Tanishq, Rehaan, Ayaan, Yug, Devesh, Farhan, Veer, Sehdev, Yuvraaj, Ujjwal, Shaan, Pranay and Ajeet....aur koi?" Faizi said, saying the names in one go.

"No sir!"

"Good."

Karan watched from a few feet away, looking to his side he saw Sanjana giving a disappointed look to the group, her eyes showing a slight dislike for someone among the group.

"Kya hua?" He said moving slightly towards her side. She immediately straightened.

"Kuch nahi Sirji."

"Tum jaanti ho inhe?" Karan asked looking back at the group.

"Humaaye batch ke hai kuch log." She answered glumly. Faizi too came and stood next to them after ordering them to run 20 laps.

"Hmm..." Karan nodded, his mind already working on a plan. "Inme se...sabse naapasand kaun hai?" Karan asked smirking.

"Ka...?" Sanjana asked, confusion evident on her face. Faizi too looked at Karan, understanding what he was about to do almost immediately.

"Inme se sabse naapasand kaun hai?" Karan repeated, eyeing the commandos again.

"Sirji...aiso to koi na hai..." she muttered, looking at the running commandos, who were on their 11th lap already.

"Achha...to vo Ajeet..vahi naam hai na uska?Vo tumhe aise kyu dekh raha hai?"

"Sirji vo..aisa kich nahi hai. Bas academy ke admission ke smaye humaayi teen paanch ho gyi thi oose."

"Kyu?"

"Sirji zyaada kuch na hai. Ooko..bas lagta hai ki oo humse jyaada Kaabil hai humaaye pad ke. Aap tension na le."

"Tumhe lagta hai ki tum apni rank ke Kaabil ho?" Karan looked at her dead in the eye. She looked at him for a second, unable to answer. As Karan walked away towards the commandos, she looked down, thinking. Did she truly deserve....No. Don't think that. Remember what Sir taught you. She shook her head slightly, and stood back in position.

"Halt!" Karan commanded the running group as the 20th lap got over. All of them stood in a line again.

"Aap sabne commandos ki training li hai. Training me aapko aapke teachers ne ladna, weapons chalana aur emergency situations ko handle karna sikhaaya hai. And I am not here to teach you the basics. Hum direct team pe aayenge. Shaan!"

"Sir!"

"What is the most important factor of a mission?"

"The commandos, sir. "

"Yug, an important quality of the team." Karan asked, slowly walking around the group.

"Co-ordination sir."

"Ajeet anything to add?"

"No sir."

"Hmm...to aaj him combat se shuru karenge, agar sabka warm up hi gaya ho to?"

"Affirmative, sir."

"Good...Sanjana, combat me sabse important kya hota hai?"

"Sirji tezi, shareer aur dimaag ki."

"Hmm. Sanjana, join them. To sab, rolling push ups. 25 times. Down! Now!" Karan commanded folding his arms. Sanjana too stood with the group.

The training continued under the strict surveillance of Karan. After some time, Karan walked up to Faizi.

"Faizi, commandos ka stamina aur core strength to achhi hai. Inme se shayad kaafi tik jaayenge." Karan said, smiling dangerously.

"Kyu janaab, aaj aapke muh se kisi aur ki tareef? Ulti khopdi ko...ghar ke bagal waali Kusum se to pyaar..." Faizi asked, winking.

"Fir se bakwaas..." karan said, giving him an amused look. "Sirf commandos se impress hua hu. Thoda sa. Abhi to inko bohot sikhaana hai."

"Plan kya hai?" Faizi asked, putting his hands in his pocket. He was not too fond of Karan's ways, but he could never question their validity.

"Fight. Lage haath, Naaye logo ko bhi parakh lete hai..." Karan said, looking at the commandos.

In a few minutes, Karan stopped the training commandos and made them stand in a circle. Picking up a twig, he traced a square on the ground inside the circle, big enough to accommodate 4 people. Stopping, he looked at the commandos.

"So, ab mai aapka combat me haath dekhna chahta hu. Rules same rakhenge. Opponent ko zameen pe laane par point. 4 points, you win. Killing strike, you win. You will have 8 minutes, nahi to tie. Ready?"

"Yes sir!"

"Pehle kaun aa raha hai!" Karan asked. No one responded.

"Thik hai...fir mai choose karta hu. Aman and Yug. Forward."

Two of the boys stepped forward into the circle.

"Hmm. Countdown hoga, strike Karna hai. 3....2....1....Go!"

Aman rushed forward, grabbing Yug by his shoulders. Yug jabbed his elbow on Aman's arm, making him loosen his grip. But before Yug could do any more, Aman turned around, grabbing him by the shoulder, Aman tossed Yug on the ground. 

"Point!" 

Yug got up. Aman too stood back in position. 

"3....2...1...Go!"

The small match continued till Aman won by a point. Karan however, looked mildly disappointed. Faizi noticed this and leaned towards him.

"Kya masla hai janaab? Aap kuch khaas khush nahi lag rahe.."

"Faizi yaar, ye sab...commandos ban gaye hai, ladna jaante hai. Lekin shayad mera shak sahi nikal raha hai, jitna sikhaaya gaya hai, sirf utna hi maanne waale lag rahe hai...abhi to sahi hai, lekin emergency situation ke liye ye prepared nahi hai."

"Baat to sahi hai. Inpar mehnat to karni padegi. Shayad Batra sir waali me kuch alag ho? Tabhi sir ne choose kiya.. Next kaun?"

"Dekhte hai...next!..Ajeet and Sanjana!"