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(Yup, still doing this.)
Chapter 3 – Interregnum
noun
1. any period during which a state has no ruler or only a temporary executive
"All right, guys, listen up!"
Nobody listened up.
Gretchen's teeth clenched. It hadn't even been a day since Isabella left for Mexico, leaving her in charge of the troop until she came back in a week, and already things were going off the rails.
Adyson, as per usual, was upset that she wasn't appointed team leader while Isabella was gone, so she was off talking to Millie about...something. He had heard her mention a video game and robots and random Japanese phrasing and soldiers born in '76 or...it was weird. Holly was on her phone talking to Balthazar, who was totally not her boyfriend or anything.
Totally. Ugh. Gretchen make a mental note to never say that word again.
Katie was just entering the lodge now, so she hasn't quite gotten the bespectacled girl's ire yet. Ginger-
Hold on a second.
"Girls, where is Ginger?"
No answer.
"I didn't want to have to do this. Forgive me, Isabella." She took off her glasses, polished them off...
"GIRLS! SIT DOWN!"
Four sets of eyes went wide and in a flash, they sat themselves in the chairs in front the podium.
"Thank you." Gretchen put her glasses back on, getting her strewn notes back in order."
"Man, she took her glasses off and she went all crazy," Millie whispered to Adyson.
"I saw that in that video game I was talking about. A big giant gorilla was all calm and nice one minute, and BAM!" Adyson smacked her hands together. "That monkey went ape!"
"...Adyson, I don't think it can be a monkey, gorilla, and ape at the same time."
"I'm speaking metaphorically, Millie."
Gretchen glared at her, who immediately fell silent again.
"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, the first order of business-"
Just as she started, the sing-song sounds of an ice cream truck rang throughout the lodge. Four collective gasps were followed by four dust clouds as the quartet evacuated the premises.
Gretchen's head came down onto the top of the podium, luckily sparing her glasses. "Isabella, how on Earth do you do this?"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Overwatch? In my fanfiction?
...Look, I was playing comp earlier, OK? Just in case anyone is wondering, my rank is somewhere between bad and terrible.
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