Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

The moment I explained what's going on, the people who were confused as to what is going on were astounded. The smug look Lawrence has before is gone and it is replaced with seriousness. Rod and Oscar were dying laughing and Matthew's proud look was priceless.

"What is that proud look for? I'm the one who taught her." I cheekily said.

"SHUT UP! I'M HER DAD! I GET PROUD WHENEVER I WANT!" he bellowed.

"Hey! Shut up you two! It's your turn." Kaley interrupted and she looked at Lawrence.

"Hah! What are you gonna do now? Can you even use your left hand?" one of the soldiers chimed.

"..." Lawrence was silent.

Despite that, he still came up to the table and he gave a long sigh. He pulled out his gun and he laid it on the table. Everyone was looking at him and he glanced back at me.

"He doesn't back down, I'll give him that." I thought to myself.

"Shooter ready."

"Ready."

"Standby."

"..."

*BEEP*

He quickly picked it up but it was all too obvious. It took him several moments to acquire each target successfully and a couple shots or more to hit one. It's kinda painful to watch but he still finished the course for this round. A few people have started to do other things since his performance this time is very different from what he did earlier.

"Time?" he asked solemnly.

"Thirteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds. You're ten seconds early." I replied.

"What?" he was confused and Jared was shaking his head.

"Nevermind." I replied.

"I learned a lot today. It isn't over yet but I apologize for earlier." he looked at Kaley.

"Hmm. It's fine." Kaley replied.

"Hah! It would be over if I used my left hand too, don't it? I taught her, remember? Ready for Round 3?" I interjected.

Silence. Complete total fucking silence.

"At least be fair kid!"

"HE TRIED IT EVEN IF HE'D LOSE! HAVE SOME CONSIDERATION!"

"Respect soldier bro!"

"BE FAIR YOU IDIOT! WHO TRAINS WITH THEIR LEFT HAND LIKE A PSYCHO!"

"Hey! I trained my left hand too! I'm a psycho then?!"

"Well..."

*CLAP* *CLAP*

I clapped loudly so that everyone would stop bickering well… their curses raining towards me.

"Hey! An attack helicopter is at stake! Doing this benefits us greatly! At least you know the importance of training both your hands. It is the same thing not with just hand to hand fighting and using melee or martial weapons, it also applies to using guns. What if by some chance your main hand is out of commission or you have a bet with the president regarding an attack helicopter? Huh? You would've lost then and there!" I shouted.

Everyone was not speaking though amused but Lawrence had a difficult expression.

"But yeah, I'll make it fair. Like Kaley said earlier, it would be too easy if it's not moving." I replied.

"We're gonna shoot moving targets?" Lawrence asked.

"What? No. We're already here. We'll use this! Tatiana timer please." I said as I threw her the timer.

I pulled out a long piece of cloth from my pack as I walked in front of the table. Everyone made another commotion as they saw what I did after I made a short glance towards the targets.

"Told you guys he'd do something later." I heard Tatiana's voice.

"Fuck me." I heard Lawrence's voice as well.

"Impossible."

"He finally lost it."

"SHH! I want to see it!"

I'm just faintly smiling and I heard Tatiana's voice once more.

"Crazy fuck, ready?"

"*chuckle* Yep."

"Standby."

"..."

*BEEP*

I quickly drew my pistol and I aimed at the places where the targets were supposed to be. Only the sound of my suppressed gun and the steel targets ringing could be heard. I changed magazines once and I'm keeping track of everything. Where the extras are located, where my hand is supposed to be, how many bullets are left, where the gun should be pointed, and where the targets were. I did the same routine as Lawrence earlier but like Kaley, I did something to bump the difficulty level. However, this time, everyone saw what I did.

*BSSH*TING**

I heard the gong ringing and I holstered my pistol. I turned around, removed my blindfold and I said, "Time?"

"A minute and nine seconds." Tatiana said, shaking her head.

"Sixty-nine seconds? Nice~ This is fair, right? Kaley doesn't know how to do that, yet." I said nonchalantly.

When my eyes met everyone's faces, their mouths are all agape.

"Bro… how did you do that?!" Jared was in disbelief.

"They're not moving, right? Why would you need your eyes for it?" I replied with a grin.

"Bro! But! How about sight alignment?! Target acquisition?! The reposition after a recoil?! A-and much more! Fuck! I thought you were joking before when you said you could do it!" he shouted and started to get hysterical.

"Practice. Lots~ and lots of practice. Well, being a psycho like you said helps I guess. *chuckle* Aside from having complete control of your body, it's all numbers really. If my hand is placed at this angle and such and such. That's boring stuff, what's important is the result. This is really easy if they're not moving like that. I wouldn't be able to do it if they are moving in random directions unless I could hear them at least. I'd have a chance if that's the case." I replied, cheekily smiling.

Not only Jared, everyone seems to be in disbelief with my answer.

"Bro I really think there's an alien living inside your head, can you have a brain scan?!" Jared exclaimed.

"Show off." Kaley said, shaking her head in amusement.

"HAHAHAHAHA!!! I admit defeat you son of a bitch! Blindfold or not, you're several seconds faster than him. It would be a matter of time before your wife there learns it. I thought I'd already seen everything when the zombies came, hah! Who would've thought?" Rod spoke up.

"B-but sir! In the end, I'd still be competing with her, not him… There's a chance that I m-" Lawrence interjected but Rod waved him off.

"It's fine. My chopper, my rules. You know how to pilot one, right?" Rod looked at me.

"I can… However, if you want to give me a pilot, I wouldn't be polite! I'd like to be on the ground in a run while a pilot is on standby." I replied.

"Hah! I think I'm gonna hold off on that for now. I might lose my whole team if I keep on betting. Tell me, what else do you need aside from that?" he said.

"Well… if you're done with that cargo helicopter, I'd like to have it too." I replied as almost everyone choked.

"HAHAHAHA!!! You're really something, you know that? What the fuck would you use that for? HAHAHAHA!!!" he started laughing.

"What else? It could carry heavy things and I for one need a special vehicle in my place. I bet it could carry around 20 tons, right? Modified vehicles are good and all but I want something built for this. A tank or two from one of your military bases here would be a start. I'll go for the ones not in use of course. I'd get what I could as the fuel allows. You don't mind, right? I doubt you'd need more since you have plenty of them in your city." I said.

"He has his personal army too, the 'DDS'. I wonder if some of them are in the mix with the soldiers he brought. He's been keeping silent on his vigilante group but I think they're out in the open now." I thought to myself.

His facial expression started to become solemn and he started to nod a couple of times.

"Hmm. That sounds like a great fucking idea. Fuck it, I'll give you a pilot but not today. If I give you a cargo helicopter, the person piloting it wouldn't be able to go back and you'll have two. Honassan, after our trip here and we get back to Davao, you'll come back to this place." He immediately decided.

"Sir?!" Honassan was in shock the same way everyone is.

"Rod, a question." I chimed.

"Hmm?" he looked back at me.

"Well how much for another one? I could still give you upgrades to your guns if you like in exchange for another pilot. I doubt you're lacking pilots at your disposal, right? We're all the same team too." I turned to 'business' mode.

"Kid?! I think that's too much!" Oscar almost fell off his chair but the look on his face is telling me that he's smiling inwardly.

"Hmm. Really? Then it's a deal. I'll tell Avalos the news. What would you give me in exchange for Guttierez? Are you in need of more shooters?" he replied.

"Sir?!" Guttierez started to puke blood. The loss and the words of the president seemed to be too much for him.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Why are you in disbelief? Don't you want to train your skills here? This crazy son of a bitch is leagues better than your brother. If you want to beat him… I think this son of a bitch is the answer eh?" he said.

"No thanks, we're good on shooters." I quickly replied.