Flint, Duke, and Hawk looked over the newest Joe. She stood tall. Her black hair was short and spiky, her bangs longer and straight. She stood before Hawk's desk at attention. She sized the two men she could see up, not being at all subtle about it. Her pale blue eyes raked over them.
Hawk, more so than Duke, eyed her as well. He wondered if she was really fit for the Joes. He had her complete military record before him. "I don't have to tell you what it means to be here, and what will happen if you screw up." He knew her reputation that was not on the paper, too. She was not good with orders or respecting officers, to say the least.
"No, Sir." She did not really look at him but above him.
"Good. All I'm going to say is do your best and don't disappoint me. You can go with Flint." He motioned to the man reclining against the wall behind her. "He will show you where you are to be stationed for now."
She nodded as Flint got off the wall and opened the door. She turned, Flint motioning her out. Silently, she exited the room. Flint followed. Hawk looked at Duke, who just shrugged.
Flint led the new Joe in silence most of the way. He looked over at her as they neared their destination. "Hope you had a good night of rest last night."
"It should be sufficient." She did not look toward him.
"Hope so. Before anything else, you have to pass Beach Head." She nodded, staying silent. Flint walked her over to where Beach Head stood chewing out some greenshirt. "Beach, here's the new Joe you get to run."
Beach Head turned toward Flint. He scowled as he eyed her over. She stared back, wrinkling her nose at his... aroma. He ignored it for the most part, just narrowing his eyes a little more. "Line up with everyone else," he barked as he turned back to the greenshirt. "You, too, Rawhide," he snapped.
Both did as he ordered. Unfortunately for her, she ended up beside Falcon, who was serving out punishment yet again. He looked her over with a leer, whistling softly. She ignored him. She had no interest in him or anyone else. She had a job to do and would do it. Beyond that, she had no want to interact with those around her.
"Okay, Rawhides. You're goin' up the tower today." Jezebel rolled her eyes at his declaration. She was lounging against a nearby jeep, bored.
Tower? The new Joe thought. She wondered what, exactly, the tower was. She had no idea how familiar she was to become with the tower.
"I want ya to hot foot it over there! Now!" Beach Head shouted. The greenshirts quickly took off for the tower. She followed with them, wondering what she was in for.
Beach Head and Jezebel followed behind them at a casual pace. Jezebel smirked at him. "Gonna have fun with that new one."
He eyed her. He hated when she got an 'I now something you don't' attitude. Smug was very annoying on her. "What do you know bout it?" He growled.
He gritted his teeth as her look became more smug. "Trained 'er myself. She's got the skills, if not the passion." He scowled but said nothing as they arrived at the tower.
The tower was an intricate course designed by Beach Head himself. He was very proud and protective of it. The course started one hundred yards from the structure. Ropes led up to a small platform. Monkey bars rose up to more ropes, these going straight across to a vertical wall. At the top of the wall were horizontal balance beams. The led to a vertical repel. At the bottom was a pool under electric charged wires. Next was another vertical wall, slicked with oil. Then came a net climb up to a pole climb. Once at the top of the pole, a cable lead to the ground. There came a crawl under barb wire and a run through tires. Lastly was another hundred yard run. The course was ran forward and backward, depending mostly on Beach Head's mood.
The greenshirts lined up at the start. The new Joe eyed the tower and groaned inwardly. Beach Head eyed everyone. "One at a time. I'm timin' ya. The new gal can go first."
Yay. She thought but took her place.
Beach Head pulled a stop watch from his pocket and looked her over. She had potential. "Ready, Rawhide?"
She nodded. Wonder if I'll get a prize at the end? She dryly mused to herself.
"Go!" He barked as he started the watch. She took off thinking solely about the reason she was there. Beach Head looked at the others. "I want the rest of ya yahoos watchin'!"
Everyone stood and watched, Jezebel with more than a hint of pride. Beach Head dared not look her way, expecting an 'I told ya so' any moment. She kept silent, letting him stew and worry. "Get yer ass back here!" He watched as the girl took her time in returning.
Beach Head looked at the greenshirts and Falcon. "Get goin', Falcon." He spat the name. His strong dislike of the other man was no secret, that being the reason Beach Head always got to give out discipline on Falcon's greater... offenses. All those that did not require the Slaughter House, that is.
Falcon and the greenshirts had finished when Beach Head addressed something that was annoying him. When he wanted something done, he wanted it done with no excuses or exceptions. "Think you don't need to pay attention?" He moved in on Reaper, eyeing her. A mutual dislike blossomed.
"No, Sir," she replied simply.
"'No, Sir, I don't need to pay attention' or 'No, Sir, I do'?" He growled. She was just what he did not need, another irritating woman.
"No, Sir, I do." She gave him the answer her wanted, not necessarily how she felt.
"Then ya better open yer damn eyes, girl, and watch! Ya want to do what you came here to do, ya damn well better watch. Do ya understand me?" He scowled at her.
"Yes, Sir." Her answer was automatic. Her opinion of Beach Head rivaling that of dirt.
"Good." He looked around at all of them. "I want ya yahoos to drop and give me fifty. Then, we," meaning them, of course, "are goin' to do the tower again." He smirked under his mask.
Fucking ass... Reaper thought as she dropped and did her fifty. Once done, she stood, readying to go through the torture again.
"Y'all gonna go at once this time, but don't help each other." Beach Head reset his watch. "Get goin'!" He hit the start button.
"They all took off. Reaper, though not the first done, did better than her first go by a few seconds. As a whole, Beach Head was far from impressed with any of them. He scowled as they all go back to the start. "Not good enough, Rawhides! Line up! Yer doin' it again!" He ignored Jezebel's shake of her head and smirk. He did not care if he was predictable when it came to PT. "Go!"
Everyone took off yet again. Reaper preformed about as she had the previous time. Still, Beach Head was not happy. He scowled at them then his beeping wrist watch. "I want yer asses back here at 1300 hours. Get out of my sight!" He dismissed them for lunch.