Chapter 2: briefing disaster
"stand HUT!" someone called as I came in. everyone except two bums in front stood up. I eyed them. It was Sergeant Windrie and Major Flam. Two jerky jokers that piss me off.
"as you were." I said. Everyone in the tent sat back down. "we have a slight situation. There is an 80 chance that the enemy will attack us within this week or the following. We will be prepared to fight when the time comes because we are a battle station."
"I thought we were a secret defense base…" Flam said smartly. Windrie nodded.
"we are. But can you guys not fight like the best or am I at the wrong base?" a loud yell was sent through the crowd in agreement. "and even though a few of you are too busy being smart asses, you can all fight like the best of the best." I said, narrowing my eyes at Windrie.
"hey that's not very nice. Just cause I don't want to be here doesn't mean I'm being a jack about it." Windrie said, whining sarcastically.
"you're pissing me off." I snapped. He shrugged.
"you're pissed every day. Don't mean jack." He said.
"that's only because I have to be in control of you. The only reason you're still here soldier is because you're one of the best fighters and doctors I've ever seen-hey where are you going!" I demanded as he stood up and walked out.
"it's my lunch break."
"we don't have lunch breaks!"
"well then now's a good time to try one." He smirked over his shoulder, twisting his hat backwards for the punk look and closing the tarp behind him. The nerve!
"okay everyone just go. Just remember to prepare yourself." I said with a sigh, reaching into the podium and taking my hat out, sticking it on my head. I heard Flam snort out a laugh and saw him pointing at me. I looked up and pulled the hat off my head, feeling something. "corporal! What is on my head!" I demanded. He tried not to laugh.
"um…it looks like eggs ma'am." He said. I glowered at Flam, who was walking out, giving a high five to Windrie outside of the tent. Those JACKS!
"corporal, but a restriction on the lunches. Effective immediately! No one eats until someone comes directly to me in confession." I ordered, storming out the back door to the showers as the corporal raced to the mess hall.
