Breacher ~ Part 1: Bullshit Call~ Fort Chancellor, Costa Rica, Earth Captain Gray starred at the ceiling. The clock read 2:15 A.M. and he couldn’t sleep. He went through the day’s events in his head again and what the committee had told him. His posting to the frontier was being denied. They needed rabid dogs out there to fight the Phaelon and they wanted officers with combat-drop experience. Gray felt the scar on his temple. I have no combat-drop experience because I can’t rate for a drop. He winced when he thought about what Colonel Karp had suggested. “Go see the civilian transition officer.” “Hell no. I am not doing that.” He rose from his bed, flicking on the lights. He saw himself in the full length mirror, squat muscled, nimble. His jaw angular and his head cleanly shaved. They’d done a great job of putting him back together. Despite his injuries, he didn’t feel any pain and he’d seen his fair share of action. He’d rained artillery halfway up Olympus Mons and turned back rebels crawling through the ducts at Station Ceres. He could run drills faster than men half his age. He’d take your head off hand-to-hand, but he still wasn’t rated to drop. He couldn’t get on to a landing boat and crash through an atmosphere. He could fight all he wanted on the surface, if he could find a nice, safe way down that wouldn’t blow all the piping in his head. “I am not seeing the civilian transition officer.” Gray had been in charge of the cadet training program at Fort Chancellor for the last two years. He’d done a fantastic job. The men he was turning out were off-the-charts aggressive, finely tuned raptors; but he was ambitious and his career was in a rut. Without a drop rating – no combat experience on the frontier. Without combat experience on the frontier – no clear path to he upper ranks. Still, he couldn’t imagine a day when he didn’t put on a uniform. His phone buzzed. He smirked; it was either a bullshit call or something extremely serious. Since he was up, he hoped it wasn’t bullshit. “Gray here.” “It’s Cadet Velez.” Sergeant Blake, the martial arts instructor hissed in to the phone. “This one won’t stop challenging the instructors. He’s doing push-ups now.” Bullshit call. “I was sound asleep.” Gray lied. “Can’t you deal with your own assholes?” Gray could hear Blake exhale long. “I want him out of here tonight, sir.” “Which one is Velez?” Gray pretended. He knew damn well who he was. “He’s the one… sir you were there. Him and I had a dust-up.” “Oh yes, I recall now. Timberwolf Velez. You hit him and he hit you back. Funny how that happens. I had to pull him off your sorry ass.” “Yes sir.” “Yes sir what?” Gray hissed at Blake. “You had to pull him off my sorry ass, sir.” ///more coming soon!/// ///please share!///
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 23:03:00 +0000
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