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The Mustang Chronicles Prompt: Devious Revenge
"ATTENTION!"
Suddenly the light was flipped on in the barracks. All the recruits scrambled out of their beds and stood up straight. Roy blinked his eyes trying to wake up and focus on what was going on.
"One of you scumbags has been in my office!" Drill Sergeant Roham yelled. "Some personal belongins are missin and when I find the filthy cum-wad who did it, you can be sure his ass will be doin KP(1), and scrubbin floors and toilets with all'a his free time until his ass has graduated from boot camp!"
The man gazed around the room. "Now, get your shit down and open up those bags! I want to be able to see everything you've got!" For a moment there was stunned silence, then Roham yelled, "What the hell are you waiting for?"
Suddenly every man in the room was scrambling to get their bags open so that they could be inspected. After Roy finished opening his bag, he stood back to attention, but let his eyes shift over to Hughes as the drill sergeant began looking through his bags.
"What the hell is this?" Roham asked and pulled Maes' pictures out.
The older man cleared his throat and said, "They're uh… my ex-girlfriends."
The drill sergeant flipped through the first few before putting them back and said quietly with a grin, "You need to come by my office later and let me see those, right?"
Maes grinned back and nodded.
Roy wasn't worried when Roham searched through his bag. What the man was looking for wasn't in there, but he would find what he was looking for soon… When the sergeant moved on, Roy's eyes shifted to where his worst tormentors stood and fought the urge to grin. Instead he looked forward and waited.
After a few minutes he heard the drill sergeant yelling at first one, then the rest of the group before ordering them out of the barracks.
"Alright, ladies, go back to your beauty rest," Roham said to the remaining men and turned off the light as he headed out the door. As soon as the man was gone, the remaining recruits began murmuring among themselves.
Before Roy crawled back into bed, he turned and looked over to where Maes was staring intently at him. The teen raised an eyebrow as if to say, 'what?'
The twenty-three year old shook his head with a small smile and mouthed, 'You devious son of a bitch.'
At that, Roy grinned. He should have known that Maes would have known it was him.
1) Kitchen Patrol. Meaning helping out in the kitchen.
