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| Chapter 2; Training for Precision | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 23 2012, 08:38 PM (37 Views) | |
| Kayla | Aug 23 2012, 08:38 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 2 Training for Precision The next morning, Jane awoke after a good night's sleep the next morning. She got up, walked the dog and made breakfast. This time, Alex came down to ate. He was so hungry he had seconds. * * * Fiona was sat up in her bed, reading. She usually awoke when Selena came to wake her. But she had awaken early that morning, unable to sleep. So she spent most the night silently amusing herself. She had gone to the kitchen ten minutes earlier and made herself some toast and was happily munching on that while she heard some movement to give her an excuse to get up. She took a bite of toast and looked at the clock. 7:30 A.M., it read. She sighed. Normally someone was up by now. Selena came bustling through the kitchen, singing merrily. Fiona smiled. "Good morning Selena. Aren't we cheerful this morning?" She nodded and giggled. "I want green eggs and ham for breakfast!" She laughed again. "I so sorry. We don't have any," Fiona joked as she picked Selena up. "We can make some." Fiona giggled. "And what would we make them out of?" "Play-Doh!" she replied, jumping up into her seat to sit by her mum. Fiona giggled again. "Play-Doh? Well, alright, but after you have something real to eat. I don't want you getting poorly from eating Play-Doh." She smiled. "I won't," she promised. "It'll make me feel better if you eat some real breakfast before playing." "Okay, okay, Mummy." "Good girl. Now what would you like?" "Yellow eggs and brown ham." Fiona smiled. "Eggs and bacon, then?" "I want eggs and ham, please." Fiona smiled again and stood. "I'll see what I can do. You go and ask Ange--your mommy what she would like for breakfast." * * * The Chief awoke after the night's rest. "Time to settle the problem with the Russians." He grabbed the M16 from the wall, and loaded his pockets with clips. He didn't bother with breakfast, the chief just grabbed a strip of jerky and shoved it in with the ammo. Now he was ready. He opened the door, punched in the lock code, and headed down the hall. * * * Angelica stretched and, still in her black pajamas, walked down the hall to the kitchen. As the he walked down the hall, the Chief passed by Angelica. "Morning boss." She ignored him, seeing him as being below her status. The Chief sighed. Weird that she didn't notice I'm carrying an M16, he thought to himself. He reached the garage, hopped onto his motorcycle, and drove towards the docks. * * * Fiona looked in the fridge and sighed. It was empty. "Sorry, Selena. You'll have to put up with toast today." I knew there was something I wanted to do yesterday, Fiona thought to herself. Selena frowned. "I want eggs and ham!" Fiona sighed. "We haven't got any, Selena. We need to go to the supermarket later to get some. But right now you have to do something you don't want to, and that's have toast for breakfast," Fiona said firmly. It's not like me to forget something like that, she thought to herself, slightly concerned. "NO!" Selena shouted as Angelica entered the kitchen. "What's going on here?" Angelica asked. "Someone's throwing a tantrum because there's nothing in but toast." "I want eggs and ham!" Selena pounded her fist on the table. It frightened Angelica that Selena was so much like her. "I don't want to hear this," she said sternly. "You're eating toast and that's it." Fiona sighed. Selena never seemed to listen to her. "We'll go shopping later, I promise." Fiona said, closing the fridge and walking to the bread basket. She got out two slices and put them in the toaster. * * * It took less than ten minutes to reach the docks, and sure enough, there were a dozen men carrying AK-47s. The chief got off his motorcycle and sneaked to nearest building. He put his ear to the door and heard two men arguing in Russian. He kicked the door open and shot one man. The other dropped his gun and begged for mercy. "Who's in charge here?" the Chief asked the man he held at gunpoint. "Please, don't kill me. It is Sergei Boronov, that is all I know." The Chief smirked. "Good," he said as he pulled the trigger. He continued up the stairs and found four more Russians. They hadn't spotted him yet. The Chief loaded a grenade into the launcher and fired. Bits of their bodies flew at him, spraying him with blood. Everyone must of heard that, better finish this quick. There was a shout in Russian and footsteps ran towards him. The Chief smirked. This is to easy. He tossed a grenade down the stairs to greet the Russians entering the building. As he continued into the building, he found what looked like an office. Sure enough, this 'Sergei' was in there, crapping his pants. "Hello, Sergei." Now the Chief was ready to go to town with this retard. He grabbed the poor bastard and threatened to toss him out the window. "Listen, buddy, no one smuggles weapons into the city without paying tribute to the H.I.V.E." Sergei spat in his face. The Chief hung him even further out the window. "I will not hesitate to toss you out this goddamn window. If you're not paying us, you're paying the consequences." Now Sergei was completely terrified. "You are very persuasive. I will pay. Here, take that briefcase. Consider it a down-payment." The Chief pulled him back into the building and checked the briefcase. It was filled with hundred-dollar bills. "Alright then, you're free to go. Just remember, we're watching you." He exited the building, and hopped on his motorcycle. The Chief returned to the base, satisfied with the day's work. Now to find the boss. She should be happy with a briefcase full of cash. * * * Fiona put the freshly made toast onto a plate and looked at Angelica. "You want anything?" Angelica nodded. "Any jam to go with it?" Fiona looked in a cupboard and nodded. "What flavor? Strawberry or blackberry?" "Blackberry." Fiona nodded. "Are you coming shopping with me later? If not, you can watch Selena while I go," she said to Angelica as she took the jam and a knife out. She looked at Selena. "Strawberry or blackberry?" "Strawberry," Selena replied. Angelica shook her head and said, "I'll stay here with Selena. I don't like shopping, anyway. We leave that up to the servants. That's what they're here for." "I prefer going myself so we don't get too much junk food in. We have Selena to think about now. Besides, I don't trust them." Her mistrust was for all servants except one. Maddie. But Maddie rarely went near her. "The servants do as I say or they die. They have no other choice but to be loyal." "I don't agree with the concept of servants. But I still don't trust them, especially the chefs. I'm sure one of them tried to poison you once." She grinned evilly. "They wouldn't dare." "Not if I'm in the kitchen with them. At least not any more." "They were my chefs years before. They're afraid of me." Fiona smiled. "That's what you think." * * * The Chief finally found Fiona and Angelica. He smiled, though they couldn't see it through his bandana. "Well, boss, no need to worry about those Russian mercs. I've taken care of them. They'll be paying us forty percent of their profits from now on." Fiona looked confused. "Alright." Although she didn't understand why. No one really needed the money. Fiona herself was rich from inheritance her monther left her. "Good, we've shown those goons their place in life," Angelica said. She turned to Fiona. "And if the servants are scared of you, they wouldn't tell you off." She grinned, continuing the conversation from before. "Here's their first payment." The Chief handed the briefcase to Angelica. She grinned hungrily at the money. "I expect much more in their next payment." He smiled again. "I can 'persuade' them to send us a couple weapon crates, too." "Good. Your reward will be, um, whatever you like. But that's only one reward. Don't get used to living the good life." He shrugged his shoulders. "Nothin' I need at the moment. Besides, the new batch of security guard recruits will be here in the hour. As I recall, I'm the one stuck babysitting those rejects." "Well, be ready for them." The Chief sighed. "At least I get a good paycheck to train those dumbass guards." "And train them right." He laughed softly. "Don't I always?" Fiona looked at them and sighed. She'd ignored Angelica's last comment to her. "On second thought, I think I'll take Selena with me today. I don't want her getting involved in any fighting," she said. She never did understand team battle plans. Having spent the majority of her life alone, she found some things hard to grasp, like most of the language involved. She placed Selena's toast with strawberry jam in front of her. "And if you want to talk strategies and swear, please go somewhere a little more private." "It's just a bit of swearing," Angelica said. "It won't hurt her." "Well, might as well greet the rookies," Chief said. "They ain't gonna train themselves." "I'll come with you." "Alright, then." The Chief and Angelica walked to the training area and were greeted by two dozen new recruits. Many of them looked weak and out of shape. "My God, this is the sorriest bunch of rejects I've ever seen, and I've seen the Bengales in concert." He sighed. He pointed to one soldier. "You, where you from?" "Berlin," the man answered. The Chief smirked. "Only got two things in Berlin: steers and queers. I don't see no horns on ya, what does that make you?" Angelica walked around the men and women. "If you don't work hard to improve yourself, you'll pay." "You will address me as Chief Kerensky. And remember, if you disobey orders I'll make sure you're used for target practice." Many of them trembled but did not say anything. The Chief smirked again. "I see we understand each other perfectly. Now, everyone get a rifle and form up on the double." Everyone ran to the racks of rifles and took one, still trembling. Angelica stood against the wall, her arms folded, watching their every move. "Now, open fire on the targets on the left side of the room." On cue, dozens of targets appeared. "I expect all of you to hit at least three targets." All did so, but the one on the far right of the line pointed his at the Chief instead. Before the soldier could fire, the Chief pulled out a pistol and shot him in the head. "Anyone else want to try to take shot at me?" Angelica leaned back against the wall, satisfied, though someone's brains had just been splattered on the ceiling. No one said a word or moved, paralyzed with fear. "Did I say for you to stop firing?" They quickly hopped to work, firing the targets. Many of their trembling hands caused them to miss. Some didn't miss. After two minutes of watching the troops miss, the Chief sighed. "On to the next step. Find a partner and fight hand-to-hand." They put down their guns and performed poor martian arts moves. "Alright, next step. Pick up your rifles. I'm gonna put you in that course on the right side of the room. It has moving targets, and they'll shoot back. They're using stun rounds, anyone that gets hit will do a hundred push-ups. Now move it!" The targets were incredibly fast, and almost all of them got hit. "You're all pathetic. Everyone does a hundred push-ups now!" There were groans of protest. Angelica snapped, "Do as he says or you'll pay with your life!" Thew immediently started push-ups. The rookies finally finished their push-ups. "Alright, that's enough for today. Go to your quarters and get ready for tomorrow." He sighed. "I swear, these rookies get more pathetic with each batch." "They are our only hope right now, though," Angelica muttered. "No one wants to work for a villain like they used to." "Yeah, hard to find good mercs. Still, these rookies could put more effort in their work." "They will, or they'll pay." The Chief chuckled. "Damn straight." They went back to the V-Squad base. Angelica went alone to her room to get some sleep. |
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