Night.
Early morning.
The sound of a whistle abruptly pierced the night, echoing throughout the Special Operations Department's camp.
I knocked on the door of the three male celebrities' dormitory: "Get up, get up, assemble on the field in 5 minutes."
The three male celebrities, still drowsy from sleep, squinted their eyes with difficulty, especially Benjamin Anderson, whose temper was notorious. He yelled irritably, "Aren't you annoying? I want to sleep, what's this about!"
The other two, still foggy, looked at the time and said, "It's only four o'clock, damn."
Just as they finished complaining, with a bang, the door lock was broken by my punch, and the door was pushed open, leaving the three male celebrities bewildered and startled into silence.
I yelled, "Assemble!"
And then I went upstairs.
Leaving Benjamin to scold Kevin Moore, "Didn't I tell you to lock the door?"
Kevin replied, half crying, half laughing, "I did lock it."
