Auditions
Frank rolled up to the training center, put the SUV in park, turned off the engine, and popped the door open. Let the show begin he thought as he exited the vehicle. He noticed a figure coming toward him out of the corner of his eye. He recognized Mercer from his picture, noticed Mercer also was moving in a fast walk, he was quick and quiet as he moved.
"Hey, you must be Cowboy's replacement." He said as he came up to Donovan.
"Cowboy?"
"McClain, we call him that because well he's a cowboy. I saw you pull in , just thought I'd show you the way to the Captain and maybe give you the nickel tour. A man can get lost trying to get to her office, in middle of all this he said gesturing to several buildings some solid some not. We got ourselves a real little town here. Oh by the way I'm Mercer, Tony Mercer. He paused.
"Frank Miller just transferred in from New York."
" You're a bit a ways from home man."
" Yeah, I needed a change figured this was as good a place as any. So what's the Captain like?"
" Okay, if you don't have a problem working for a woman. Do you?"
Mercer was direct; he was doing what a good subordinate does weeding out a potential problem before it started. Donovan considered that Kilmann had sent Mercer for this purpose; If Miller couldn't work with her because she was a woman she wanted to know it, and Mercer was going to find out for her.
They walked thorough the maze of Building as they talked; Donovan taking careful note of the layout.
"No I've heard good things about your Captain I look forward to meeting her. I heard a rumor she was a SEAL."
"That's no rumor it's total fact, she was second or third test case after O'Neil. Speaking of which here she is," he said after they rounded the last corner.
They came to a plain brown door, with a black name placard on it. The Placard said Capt. V. Kilmann. Mercer rapped on the door.
"Enter." A contralto voice commanded. Mercer opened the door and ushered Miller in.
Donovan walked into a spare office. It was functional, not decorated or elaborate. It was furnished with a large wooden desk 2 orange cushioned chairs, a slime green filing cabinet, and a floor to ceiling bookcase with filled with manuals and reference books. Behind that desk was Valinda Kilmann. She finished signing the document she was working on, put her pen down and stood up.
"Hello, Sgt Miller, so far you've passed the departments written, physical, psychological, and oral exams. Now we see if you can pass my tests; if you pass my tests then my men and I will vote to see if they can work with you." She turned her head toward Mercer, " Pup, get Miller some gear and meet me at the CQB house. You're about to get a crash course in how I train my guys, you game Sgt.?"
"I 'm game Capt. I'm game." This was going to be interesting Thought Donovan.
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Frank rolled up to the training center, put the SUV in park, turned off the engine, and popped the door open. Let the show begin he thought as he exited the vehicle. He noticed a figure coming toward him out of the corner of his eye. He recognized Mercer from his picture, noticed Mercer also was moving in a fast walk, he was quick and quiet as he moved.
"Hey, you must be Cowboy's replacement." He said as he came up to Donovan.
"Cowboy?"
"McClain, we call him that because well he's a cowboy. I saw you pull in , just thought I'd show you the way to the Captain and maybe give you the nickel tour. A man can get lost trying to get to her office, in middle of all this he said gesturing to several buildings some solid some not. We got ourselves a real little town here. Oh by the way I'm Mercer, Tony Mercer. He paused.
"Frank Miller just transferred in from New York."
" You're a bit a ways from home man."
" Yeah, I needed a change figured this was as good a place as any. So what's the Captain like?"
" Okay, if you don't have a problem working for a woman. Do you?"
Mercer was direct; he was doing what a good subordinate does weeding out a potential problem before it started. Donovan considered that Kilmann had sent Mercer for this purpose; If Miller couldn't work with her because she was a woman she wanted to know it, and Mercer was going to find out for her.
They walked thorough the maze of Building as they talked; Donovan taking careful note of the layout.
"No I've heard good things about your Captain I look forward to meeting her. I heard a rumor she was a SEAL."
"That's no rumor it's total fact, she was second or third test case after O'Neil. Speaking of which here she is," he said after they rounded the last corner.
They came to a plain brown door, with a black name placard on it. The Placard said Capt. V. Kilmann. Mercer rapped on the door.
"Enter." A contralto voice commanded. Mercer opened the door and ushered Miller in.
Donovan walked into a spare office. It was functional, not decorated or elaborate. It was furnished with a large wooden desk 2 orange cushioned chairs, a slime green filing cabinet, and a floor to ceiling bookcase with filled with manuals and reference books. Behind that desk was Valinda Kilmann. She finished signing the document she was working on, put her pen down and stood up.
"Hello, Sgt Miller, so far you've passed the departments written, physical, psychological, and oral exams. Now we see if you can pass my tests; if you pass my tests then my men and I will vote to see if they can work with you." She turned her head toward Mercer, " Pup, get Miller some gear and meet me at the CQB house. You're about to get a crash course in how I train my guys, you game Sgt.?"
"I 'm game Capt. I'm game." This was going to be interesting Thought Donovan.
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