#saintsdivide

One requirement Troy had sought was driving skills. The Saints still went to race, he would know he spied. Now, with Schlemmer at the helm, he had several cars bought in that had been seized from the illegal racers, past payments or however the car was acquired. And they needed fixing. 

So for two days and nights the recruits picked their ride, repairs and tuned them with little to no breaks between.

Along with Lt Schlemmer’s previous onslaught, bodies adjusted to sleep deprivation. Though one day, to their surprise, finally giving them a break, if you want to call it that.

It was well known that the Saints did most of the racing circuit, though the recruits didn’t know that, and the best way would be to track around the academy. 

After the allotted time, James Schlemmer sets up a new gauntlet of sorts where the four persons he has chosen compete against each other. 

“Fastest time keeps the car.” His word to them.

“Fuck is this about anyway, Sir?” One recruit chimed. 

Schlemmer smirked. ‘ That’s the one .’ “Nothing for you to worry about, maggot. Now drive.”

The four doing as told started their engines in the mock race.

When Troy filled Schlemmer with the required skill sets, Schlemmer picked the two young women and two young men who could fill that role. Once their lil lap race was over, their next task was to learn carjacking and obstacle course driving. 

That one outspoken young man, done, fed up with what they were putting him through, and he didn’t hold his tongue. “Lt. Seriously, are you trying to kill us! Cause that bullshit right there yo-“

“What’s your name, boy?”

“Huh?”

“Your. Name. Maggot.”

“Mikey…” 

The deadpan look Schlemmer gave caused the kid to roll his eyes. Taking a deep breath.

“Mann, Michael Mann. Sir.”