For some odd reason, the principal changed school hours. We were being dismissed by lunch time every day because of some issues in the building that needed to be fixed. What kind of issues could those be? Nobody knew yet.
Three days had passed by when I met up with Chase and Wesley at the training room. Wesley brought up the bag full of weapons and placed it on the ground in front of me. We began taking everything out and laying it on the ground, placing the bullets next to their respectful guns.
Chase stared at us nervously and I raised my eyebrow at him, standing up straight. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked him, and he looked at me.