Bleach Squad 4 Novels & Stories

The venue behind the Pack-house is even worse and many of the guests are making whispered comments about it. “Why is there a Squad from the Elders walking around?” Pearl asks and another Luna answers her question. “They are here for a learning experience, the Elders do this more often and I must say that it is good for them to see how an event like this works.” She says and Pearl is nodding her head at the Luna’s answer. Their gear is tailor-made for each member of the Squad, it is an almost completely black outfit and it has red accents along the sides of the arms and legs. You can only see them on their arms if their coat is off and so far I haven’t seen anyone wearing their coat.

There was Squad 1, Squad 4, Squad 18, Squad 13, Squad 12, Squad 10 and also her Squad, Squad 15. "How'd they know so much people?" She asked Janet. Janet tilted her head thoughtfully. "Well, we, Squad 4 and 10 are pretty close. I don't really know about the others," she replied. Judith busied herself with a nail file, shaping her finger nails. Annabelle walked around rather excitedly. They had all gathered in front of the school, waiting for the bus. "Just imagine! We're helping Ryan set up a surprise party!" she squealed as she paced about in front of her teammates. "I'm so glad Ashley sent me that text about helping out!" she went on.

¤ Poor Grade (>60 && <70) - Team that has above 60 Points and below 70 Points. ¤ Fail Grade (<50) - Team that has below 50 Points. [ Rank 1 ] - Squad-5 (Overall Points - 92) [Leader : Lin Fang ] [ Rank 2 ] - Squad-4 (Overall Grade - 91) [Leader : Regina Kain ] [ Rank 3 ] - Squad-9 (Overall Grade - 86) [Leader : Edward Graham ] [ Rank 4 ] - Squad-1 (Overall Points - 79) [Leader : Seth Rogers ]

a voice barked through a tactical radio speaker. Blinding beams of high-intensity white light cut through the gloom. Four men in unmarked black tactical gear, helmets, and silenced submachine guns burst through the upper utility hatch, raising their weapons without a word of command. They weren't prison guards. They didn't shout instructions or order us to freeze. They were a hit squad. "MOVE!" Kael roared. He shoved me brutally behind a concrete support pillar just as a sharp, suppressed spray of bullets tore through the air, chipping sharp fragments of masonry into my skin.