Chapter 2
Sansa
As she and Baelish walked, he showed her around the building. He also pointed out various people here and there and gave her tidbits of gossip.
"Now, I am sure you saw Clegane…." Baelish began "He is the massively tall one with the mangled face. He is not one to take lightly. He has seen several deployments, his last got him that hideous scar, IED, blew up while he was driving in a convoy. He is lucky he only has that ghastly scar. He hates people. He hardly talks. He is the best at his job, though. He is in charge of our armory and security. We are all the safer having him around. However, he has little tolerance for incompetence and bullshit. He was active duty, but he was discharged with some disability and now he is only allowed to be a reserve soldier. I am not sure what he does when it isn't a drill weekend. Oh!" Baelish exclaimed, walking towards a plump suspicious looking man "SFC Varys."
Varys turned to Sansa, "I am in charge of personnel. I know the entire goings on around here." He said winking.
Sandor _
He walked back to the armory; listening to Capt Joffrey Baratheon talk about the attractive new officer and the inappropriate plans he might suggest to "welcome her". Sandor was using all of his patience to deal with the arrogant, chauvinistic soldier, who got to play at being in charge for the weekend. He, Sandor, was confident or hopeful; that it would not be a very exciting weekend and no major issues would arise that Baratheon would have sole power to solve.
Sandor shook his head in disgust watching the new officer, Stark her name was, walk away with Baelish. All the mediocre training she received during her ROTC classes would be replaced with complacency and self serving behavior. Inwardly he groaned how he would be able to deal with another wannabe soldier in the reserves… "The children they put in charge of us…" he said disdainfully to himself.
Sansa
Her morning went by fairly fast, filling out paperwork and meeting new people. She felt like a little bird, repeating the same military courtesies repeatedly. Baelish dismissed her and told her she could go to the mess hall and eat lunch. He made no move to accompany her. Inwardly, she sighed… nothing like going to a new place with no friends and having to find somewhere to sit.
She stood in line, feeling the eyes of all the soldiers looking at her. She could tell some of it was because she was attractive and some of it was because she did not look like a soldier. She could not help it; she was dainty, feminine, reserved. She stood in line and saw a skinny, mousy girl, probably 18, but looked 13, take aim from behind a pile of dishes and launch a spoonful of instant mashed potatoes at the young, dark haired solider sitting closest to the line. The potatoes struck him right between the eyes. "STARK" she heard a pompous voice yell. She turned to see Baratheon walk past her and grab the miscreant by the arm and drag her out of the KP area. "KP duty for the weekend is not sufficient to keep you out of trouble?" He did not wait for her to answer. She smirked at him, not at all concerned. "Well, SIR," she began "Spc Waters suggested that I continue training for target practice, since I'm here all weekend washing pots, I 'spose this will have to do for my training." She winked at Waters, who wiped the food off of his face and shook his head, trying not to laugh. Clegane just glared at everyone, daring someone to laugh.