Chapter 3:
Tink stared over the page of complete gibberish. She was stretched out on the coach in the common room of their barracks. Everyone was back from leave. Duke was sitting in the ground leaning against the arm of the coach playing that damn handheld game of his. Goat was sitting in his favorite chair reading his bible. Mack was watching a baseball game on TV and Reaper was, as usual, cleaning his gun.
Tink dragged a hand threw her hair and looked up from the text book. Some how Sarge had convinced her to go for her G.E.D. she looked over the group of guys.
"Okay, is Pythagoras's theorem A squared plus B squared equals C squared or A plus B equals C…I can't get this!" She tossed her text book across the room. Sarge dodged the book as it flew past his ear as he came through the door. Tink jumped, "Sorry Sarge!"
"Men," Sarge said giving Tink one of his looks. All of the people in the room looked up at Sarge. "We have a new recruit," Sarge stepped aside to reveal another person.
He was young probably late teens, around six feet, with dark curly hair and dark eyes. He was pretty gangily and not much to look at but he had something about him. He seemed…just…nice.
That was until Tink realized the kid was staring at her bust. She narrowed her eyes, opened her mouth and went to stand up about to tear the kid a new one if he didn't stop staring but a heavy hand rested on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Destroyer shake his head at her. She bit her lip and didn't say anything her mood darkening.
The Sarge smacked the kid on the back of the head waking him from his trance. "I've got work to do, play nice kids." With that Sarge left. Duke, Mack and Destroyer circled the kid.
"That is Tink; she is an important part of the team. She can also probably beat you skinny ass down before we have too, so take note, hit on her and we hit on you. Got it?" Duke asked patiently looking at the kid. The Kid nodded furiously, "Good come and meet the rest of the team,"