The next morning, despite doctor's orders and the close watch of Lifeline and Doc, Jezebel was trying to make it out of the infirmary and to her office. After all, she was not going to let some simple broken ribs stop her from her duties. She could not stand being stuck in bed when she could not get up and walk, let alone when all that was wrong was some busted ribs and a dislocated pinky. The brace on her hand was driving her nearly as crazy as being stuck in the infirmary was. She had to find something to do to get her mind off things.
Before she could escape, however, Reaper arrived with Killer. She was tempted to have the dog go take a large chunk out of Beach Head, but shoved the thought to the side. Duke was the one she really wanted bit, anyhow. He had been in the infirmary bright and early to ream her about the night before and her in ability to get along with others, namely Beach Head. She had let him rant and rave, reveling in the fact he was bitched at by Lifeline for upsetting his patient. After he had cooled down from that, she had spoke to him about Reaper and getting her away from Beach Head. Duke had agreed. Having Beach Head at war with one woman was enough. He did not need more of them drug into the fray.
She gave Reaper a small smile as she walked in. "Talked ta Duke this mornin' an' ya ain't gotta go through Beach Head's trainin'. Ya can see ta Killer for me an' report ta Flint. I think he wants ya workin' with Quick Kick taday in hand to hand trainin'."
Like Duke, Flint had also stopped by the infirmary to 'talk' to her about the night before. Unlike Duke, he was not loud and outwardly angry about it, keeping his cool and talking to her straight. He had expressed a concern that things would grow worse between Beach Head and she, and he wanted to nip it in the ass before that happened. She told him she would do her best, but Beach Head just seemed to have some magical way of making her forget her sense. He had chuckled at that, telling her that maybe she did not dislike Beach Head and her problem was quite the opposite. He had then left, leaving her to wonder what the hell he was going on about.
Reaper nodded to Jezebel. With a slight movement of her hand, Killer understood to follow her. The two made their way out of the infirmary and down the hall toward Flint's office. Along the way, the resident Casanova spotted her and moved in for the kill. "Hey, honey, where you off to?"
She had seen Falcon around, and had heard enough about him to know what he was up to. "Training," she answered simply, continuing down the hall.
"With Beach Head?" He knew she had been training under the Ranger. "You should skip out. It's a bunch of nonsense." He was laying on the charm.
"No, I need to report to WO Flint then to Quick Kick." She ignored the charm, having better things to do with her time than put up with it.
"You should really skip out and go out to catch a movie with me," he got straight to the point of his talking to her. She was hot and he wanted to get to know her better. Course, soon as Jinx found out, he was dead.
"I'm not payed to skip out and put up with you." She tried to get away from him, but it was not working.
"Isn't you that will be 'putting up' if you know what I mean." He smiled at her almost lecherously.
She looked at him, no emotion on her face. "K," she stated to Killer. He growled and bared his teeth.
Falcon back away, hands up in front of him. "Alright! No need to get all uptight about it!" He turned and removed himself from the vicinity.
She patted Killer's head. "K, good boy." Killer wagged his tail slightly, happy to have pleased her. The few Joes that saw it, shook their heads. She then moved on to Flint's door, knocking once there.
"Yeah," he called out from inside.
Without opening the door, she answered, "I was told to report to you."
He sighed and got up from his desk, going to the door and opening it. "Yeah means come in." He looked at her. "Report to Quick Kick. He needs your help."
She nodded. "Yes, Sir." She turned to leave, going to find Quick Kick. She found him talking to some Joes about new moves he was teaching them. "Sir, I was ordered to report to you."
Quick Kick looked up at that. "Sir?" He looked around himself. "Me?" She nodded to him. "You must be Reaper."
"Yes, Sir," she answered.
"Don't call me that, please. Only people around there that get called sir... Well, hell, only Hawk gets called sir when any of us do."
"It is procedure, Sir."
"This isn't regular army, Reaper." He shook his head. She was not going to listen to him. "Need you to help me teach these bums." He motioned to the Joes gathered around.
"Yes, Sir," she answered as the others responded to the jibe. She raised an eyebrow as she listened to them.
"Who you calling bums?" Alpine asked.
"Yeah, we know enough not to get our tales kicked," Airtight added.
"Do a might good job of it," Mainframe agreed.
"You don't. All you do is sit behind them damn machines," Alpine retorted.
"Hey! My machines have saved the day more than once," Mainframe defended himself and his work.
"I don't see why the pilots need to do this," Wild Bill complained. He could hold his own. He did not need this special martial arts crap.
"Yeah," Ace agreed from his side.
"Sir, shall we begin?" Reaper asked Quick Kick. The talking was annoying her. They were there for a reason, which was not talking.
"Stop bellyaching. Duke said you have to so you have to," Quick Kick told the others as she asked her question. He looked at her and nodded. He motioned for the other's to line up. Besides the ones moaning about the class, Stalker, Mutt, and Cover Girl rounded out the class. Needless to say, there were plenty more complaints throughout the class, most from Alpine and Ace.
When they were finished, more than a few of the guys walking away a little sore. Reaper did not pull punches. Quick Kick smiled at her. "Good job. You're good. Snakes might be able to use you."
"Should I report to him, Sir?"
"Nah. I'd go see what Jezebel has for you to do."
"I believe she's in the infirmary for the day, Sir. I was told to report to you."
He rolled his eyes. The sir thing was getting old. "Then go to Flint or Beach Head. I don't have anything for you to do." She nodded in response and left him alone, going to find Beach Head, Killer right behind her.
"Sir, it was suggested I report to you." She could think of no one she less wanted to be around, except maybe Falcon.
Beach Head eyed her sourly. He was not in the mood for anyone after his 'talk' with Duke. "Why? I ain't got any use for you right now."
"Yes, Sir." She turned and left, happy she would not have to answer to him for the rest of the day. She made her way back to the infirmary and Jezebel. Flint had made it pretty obvious earlier he had nothing for her to do either as fast as he had sent her off to Quick Kick. "Sergeant, it was suggested I report back to you for another assignment," she told Jezebel once she had returned to the infirmary.
Jezebel eyed her. "Can't ya just relax?" The girl was wound way too tight.
"Not payed to relax, Ma'am."
"Consider it free time ta do what ya want on base. Mingle. Make friends." She knew that would never happen but she had to suggest it.
"There is nothing I would want to do here. I'll be outside with K if you need me."
Jezebel sighed. "Alright." She wiggled to get comfy as she watched Reaper leave. She wished the kid would open up to people, not be so distant. Whatever she was hiding had to be something.