LUKE MATTHEW THE SCHOOL PAPER’S headline was totally fraudulent. We barged into the Ammunition Journalists Clubroom led by the Detective. Expectedly, not surprisingly, The Forensic Club was already there and their Club President's complaint could be heard from the other side of the door. "Why was it written like that??" "Oh! You guys are here, too," Cara noted upon entering. "Well, yes, because I am not accepting this trash headline!" Jacob angrily replied. "This headline is clearly fake news." The Forensic Club's VP presented the school paper to our faces. The Secretary, who I'd never seen without poise, had her voice raised above the earth's atmosphere. "I CAN NARRATE EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY FROM US RECEIVING THE NOTICE TO MEETING THE TWO OTHER GROUPS AT NIGHT!" "P-Please calm down, Miss—" The poor Assistant EIC, Francis Peralta, raised his hands as a gesture when Zia cut him off without thinking twice. "SHUT THE HELL UP! I AM NOT GONNA CALM DOWN, OKAY? BECAUSE I

LUKE MATTHEW “Don’t tell me you’re planning to ambush the white van riding just a skateboard?!” BUT WHATEVER I say, my words only fell on deaf ears. “The van turned right!” Cara announced and then Toto added, “The biker followed them!” The Detective reappeared by the open car door with her left foot resting on Vester’s skateboard. “When I make a signal, begin counting down from twenty. Once you get to zero, go to the white van’s location. Understood?” I don’t know what to say anymore and agreed with a hesitant “Yes”. She rolled her eyes. “Whether you say yes or no, you will do as I say.” Then, she pushed her right foot, beginning the skateboard’s motion. “Count!” “Twenty!” Cara started. Just as the count went down to seventeen, I got out of the car and witnessed Hibara’s actions. She was going at full speed, running past the biker who was pedaling the same. She opened her mouth and gave orders to him. Upon reading her lips, I gasped. “What?!” “What is it?” Toto asked in a pa

HIBARA “So, you heard it too?” I CROSSED MY arms right when the three members of The Forensic Club came into our view. Their arrogant Club President Jacob Valle is a real-deal detective wannabe. Although I dropped those words earlier, I never meant to say he’s better than me. Of course, I am and always will be the greater detective. He ignored my sarcasm and pointed a finger at Matthew. “You! Call your chauffeur and have him drive us to the crime scene!” The Major awkwardly replied, “But my Genesis G80 only has a capacity of five passengers; six if those who will ride the backseat are four slim persons.” “Can’t you borrow bigger cars?” Jacob huffed. “Well,” he smirked; “I don’t think Eligor would let you ride his seven-seater Genesis GV80 after that case involving Chedipe, Rangda, and Drace.” I clapped and gave him a sinister smile. “I didn’t know you have the skills to shut this detective wannabe up, Major.” “That’s it!” Aliszia Tuazon glared at their President. “I suggest we

LUKE MATTHEW “I will still believe.” IT WASN’T A bluff. I don’t know exactly what occurred to me. At that moment, I just decided to believe in the Detective’s deduction about the sniper not targeting a Salcedo family member and dared to use my own body as a shield once again. As a detective, she has to protect the world from criminals. But who will protect her from them? She may think she’s strong and clever enough to keep them off of her, but there will be times when she’s not. Suddenly, a flash of red light pulled me from my thoughts. “SON, GET DOWN!” Mamá shouted as she ran across the street, her hand reaching out to me. It was chaos. The next thing I knew was that the Club President of The Forensic Club had my head in his hand, locking me in a bent-forward position. Because I was in that form, I couldn’t see what was really going on above, but I could hear the sound of the Detective’s pocket pistol. Then, I saw a tomato-looking ball thrown to the ground from the Nerd’s hand.

JACOB CLUB DAY SATURDAY brought the three of us here in Room 502 of the Senior High Building—The Forensic Club’s Clubroom. After reading something on her phone, Tere announced, “The brat’s surgeries were successful.” “Violet, Indigo, Ocean, Green, and Dandelion— we must be the first to unmask who these people are! We can’t let the meddlesome youngster’s team open the curtains before us.” I declared with a wide grin, replacing the cap of the whiteboard marker after writing. “Didn’t you see today’s Ammunition headline?” Zia asked with a straight face, throwing the school paper on the table lazily and sighing. “We’re on the bad side again.” “I bet the sniper’s codename is Indigo. It’s the only one that sounds manly. Oh, it could be Ocean too!” “JACOB VALLE!” Zia slammed her hand on the table. “Are you listening to me?” Tere pulled the hem of my brown coat. I looked at her and she gestured her head toward the other girl. I met with Zia’s eyes and a shiver ran down my spine. Why is s