Hi everybody.
So I'm going to be honest and admit that I haven't been the best author. I deleted two stories from before (I Want to Hold You Hand and Happiness is a Warm Gun). Now, I'm attempting to redeem myself.
I'm using the same title as as before and the same character but I'm reworking the plot. I'm currently in my first semester of college and extremely busy but I'm hoping that I will have time to write - both to relieve my own stress and to entertain some fans of BoB.
Alright, enough of my rambling - let the intro begin. :o)
Colonel Sink sat at his desk shuffling papers – muttering almost incomprehensibly to himself. He looked up briefly at the young woman in front of him.
She wore civilian clothes – black trousers, the newest trend amongst young girls, with a cream-colored button up shirt tucked in. Her strawberry blonde hair was loose – natural curls framing her face. Blood red lips stained the cigarette she was smoking and as she exhaled smoke curled around her features blurring them slightly.
She won't last a day in combat, especially not amongst all the men, he thought silently.
He then settled the papers in front of him and stood – looking out the window into the morning sun to survey his men that were participating in calisthenics.
Facing away from her he murmured, "I want you to know that this is unheard of; a woman in combat – for Christ's sake – what's next?"
"Dear God – you're right sir. We might even start thinking for ourselves."
Sink turned rather quickly – not expecting such a blatant retort.
Those wide blue eyes made her look innocent – incapable of killing anything. He found it hard to believe she was more accurate with a sniper rifle than any man he'd ever commanded. He pursed his lips – attempting to ignore her sarcastic remark – something he easily would have reprimanded any male soldier for – and took his seat.
"Miss. Harris -"
"Private Harris, sir."
"Private Harris, I apologize for my -"
A crisp knock resounded on the Colonel's office door.
"Yes? Who is it?" Sink exhaled loudly, clearly annoyed by the interruption.
"Lt. Sobel, sir."
"Ah. Yes – come in Lt."
A gangly man briskly strode in and stood at attention before the Colonel. His nose was hooked – like some sort of hawk – and his dark hair, in contrast to his sallow skin, was oily black.
"At ease. What is it Lt.?"
Sobel glanced haughtily over at the young woman seated across from Sobel. She stared back at him disinterestedly. Perhaps she was Sink's daughter – he had mentioned her but Sobel never imagined she would be so beautiful. Lost in thought, he was reawakened by Sink's impatient voice.
"Well on with it Lt." He grumbled.
A bit flushed Sobel began, "Sir, I came to check on the status of the new soldier. I heard he was arriving today."
"She," The woman mumbled.
"Excuse me ma'am?"
She took one last drag on her cigarette before stubbing it out and stood – extending her hand to Sobel, thoroughly enjoying the confused look painted upon his face.
"Private Eva Harris." She introduced herself.
He grasped her hand lightly – mouth slightly a gape.
"Lt. Sobel, I am the new soldier." Eva smirked.
There you go. You've met or perhaps re-met Eva. Hope you liked it! If you did comments would be appreciated - they're really what encourages me to write faster!
P.S. Next chapter will be way longer - I promise!