Today at our yahoo group is WIP Wednesday. Jambrea thought it might be a good idea to post something here that she is working on. Of course it isn’t something she is supposed to be working on. *giggle* Magnus wouldn’t stop talking and as you’ll see in the excerpt I’m going to post he likes to use the F word and I’m not talking about food. *giggle* We hope you like Mag. He is very yummy and his bark is MUCH worse then his bite. We like it when he bites. *giggle*
Untitled, Unedited WIP:
“Get the fuck outta my face, right now you maggot, before I skin you alive and wear your ass as a hat. What the fuck do you think you’re doin’” Sergeant Joe “Magnus” Rivers yelled at the recruit.
“Simmer down Sergeant.” His gunny tried to calm him.
“Fuck that shit. She got Benny shot! This is why women shouldn’t be on the front fuckin’ line. Fuck!” Magnus ran a hand over his face. “No fuckin’ way is this going to work.” He turned to walk back to the barracks.
“Sarge, Benny wasn’t really shot.” His Gunny Sergeant rushed to keep up.
“I know that Gunny. It’s the principle of the matter.”
“Oh, he knows another word besides fuck.” The words were almost too faint to be heard, but they reached the Sergeants ears.
Magnus whipped around and rushed back into the recruits face. In a quite whisper he addressed the woman.
“What did you just say?”
She stared straight ahead, and didn’t look him in the eye.
The only smart thing this bitch has done so far. I don’t know what the General was thinking. Take a deep breath man. Calm down. No one was really hurt and you know she isn’t really a bitch.
Reasoning with himself sucked, but lucky for the recruit he was able to leash his anger.
“Not so tough now that you have to face me, huh Patterson? Drop and give me twenty.”
She didn’t hesitate but dropped to the ground and started counting out her pushups. Magnus would expect no less and all his recruits new it. He turned back to his gunny and gestured for the man to follow him to his offices.
“Roberts, I don’t think I can keep this up. What was the General thinking? This woman doesn’t belong here. She’s some rich girl on holiday. How are we supposed to make her into a solider?” Magnus sighed.
Gunny Roberts looked back at the woman doing pushups.
“I don’t know sir; it looks like you’re doing a good job to me.”
Magnus looked back and waved his hand, “Physical exercise does not a solider make. You saw her at the range.”
“Mag, it’s only been a few weeks. Give her a break.”
“I can’t. I wouldn’t let the guys get away with that shit. No fucking way am I giving the wanna be warrior a break. She’ll do it my way or her ass is back to daddies faster than I can say give me twenty. We’re supposed to take her on a mission, a fucking mission. She’s going to get someone killed.”
“We have a month to ge—”
Mag glared at the gunny and he shut up. With out another word he entered the building trying to forget the woman doing pushups in the yard.
Trouble with a capital T is what that one is.