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“Chief, the results of the tests came back. To say I’m shocked at these results would be an understatement.” Nightingale said, handing over the stack of papers to the Chief.
Surely enough, these ‘reports’ check out. Most of these reports just being basic knowledge tests that were given out the week prior. Ever since the Chief had come into the MBCC all those months ago, this facility has taken a turn for the better. While, yes, still holding dangerous criminals while also having a control on the mania they face - mostly now it has been turning into a rehabilitation center for them.
Others have just been turning it into their own home, as yesterday the Chief had caught the Whitestone Trio creating a hot pot in her office while she was out taking care of some matters…the room smelled so good for the next few days that it was hard to concentrate on working.
Since this is the equivalent of a rehabilitation center, it would be best to make sure they are able to go back to a new normal as much as possible here. Yet it seems for a good amount it might be tougher than it seems.
“Shall I find a teacher to help their progress? They would be able to listen to us if I can pull some strings-”
“I can do it.” The Chief stated. Not at all because their budget was tight after feeding the sinners..repairing training rooms..pipes..
Certainly not at all!
Nightingale sighed, the Chief winced at it. She sounds so exasperated with her..she felt a bit sorry for it. “Chief, while I appreciate the actions you have done for your sinners this would just take out more work for you..and since your physical health has been on the decline for a while now I certainly don't think this is the brightest idea when we can just hire one.”
“I don’t know whether I can trust them to play nice with my sinners,” The Chief stated, looking over the tests. “Besides, I know them better than anyone else here. Who would they listen to more?”
“You do not have any experience in teaching though..”
“How hard can it be?”
“..Hella spelled everything wrong but the Syndicate language she uses daily” Nightingale sighed. At this point Chief couldn’t take it. She got up from her seat and walked over to Nightingale, hugging her.
“It will be fine, you have to trust me on this. Please?”
It was silent for a moment. The Chief only hoped that begging like a puppy would work, and it’s not like her loyal adjutant hasn’t trusted her before- just that mostly all those times ended in…
“If anything bad happens I’m calling a professional. I trust your word, Chief.” Nightingale said, giving off a small smile. The Chief felt her heartbeat return to a regular place at the words of affirmation.
Besides, it's not like anything bad will happen!
“We can start off with simple things to broaden your vocabulary for those who need it..Hella, Horo..” The Chief said, earning grumbles from the two.
A simple circle with a board close to the Chief. Some sinners who have shown to be struggling in reading and writing were brought here..so quite a rack sheet going on.
“You promised us a movie night tonight! That new movie from that famous director came out! I wanna watch it!” EMP complained, sitting criss-crossed on the chair.
“I have, it’s currently mid-day. The faster this gets done the faster you can get ready for movie night.” Chief stated, turning to the board, “We shall start with words that end in ‘A-N’. Just yell out a word and I’ll write it down.”
Now energetic, the bubbly Emy started it off, “Fan!”
“That’s a good start.” The Chief said, writing it down.
“Uh..Man?” Wolverine said, earning a nod from the Chief.
“Politician.” Hecate stated, wait what-
“Hecate? Hey, why are you here, miss smarty-pants here?” Stated Mess, “I doubt she’s as dumb as you all, did you fail?”
“No..my grades were very high..I just like following the Chief..” Hecate stated.
“Mess, the fuck you mean by ‘dumb as us all’? You’re here for a reason too!” Hella shouted.
“Ok..ok, calm down. Let’s continue, ok? Any more words you know that end in ‘A-N’?”
“Can!” Ninety-Nine says…of course she thinks about food. Another word on the board..
“Pan.” Crache stated. Another word on the board..
“Lesbian!” Hella continued. Another word on the board…
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Wait a minute.
“Hella, what was that?” Chief turned to her.
“Lesbian.”
“...Words that end in ‘A-N”...”
“Lesbian!”
“I heard ‘ran’…”
“But, Chief? Hella said lesbian.” Kawa-Kawa stated. The Chief had to continue breathing for a moment, “Ok..Hella said lesbian..that..that is a word ending in ‘A-N’”.
“Chief, what is a lesbain anyways?” Hella asked. What?
“It’s your word how do you.. If you liked another girl-”
“I like a lot of girls, does that mean I am a lesbian?” Hella asked. At this point Chief really can’t tell if Hella is fucking with her or just genuinly doesn’t know what it is. Probably the former with how the sinners in the circle started to hold in their laughter
“Well..yeah, that is true I suppose..alright alright..let’s switch to a different word…let's go with words ending in ‘O-N’.”
“Prostitution!” Mess yelled out. Only to end up busting out laughing.
“Different word..but before anything..ok..we should be good. Any words you can think of ending in ‘R-E’?”
“..Crackwhore..” Hecate stated. Hecate stated…Hecate..
The whole room was busting out laughing with an exasperated Chief looking at the scene. Soon she joined in on the laughter herself.
Outside the room, Nightingale was holding a smile on her face, watching the Chief try to teach the sinners.
It was a good decision to trust her.