Chapter 712
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Chapter 712:
But Sharpe wasn’t looking at her. The instructor walked to the front of the silent formation, her gaze fixed, like a hawk on a field mouse, directly on Caroline. The air crackled, thick with the promise of violence.
Instructor Sharpe paced in front of the silent platoon, the tip of her baton tracing patterns in the dirt. The rhythmic tap-tap-tap was the only sound on the field.
Blair stumbled forward, clutching her wrist, a mask of tear-streaked victimhood perfectly in place. “Instructor,” she sobbed, “Thompson attacked me. For no reason. I was just… I was trying to help O’Malley fix her posture, and she just went crazy!”
She pointed a trembling finger at Caroline. “She’s a psycho! She tried to break my arm! You have to kick her out!”
𝗗i𝗌𝗰𝗼𝘷𝗲r 𝘯𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝘵𝘰𝗋𝗶𝖾𝘴 𝘰𝗇 galnоvе𝗹ѕ.𝗰𝗼𝘮
Brenna’s face turned purple with rage. “That’s a lie!” she shouted, stepping out of formation. “Knight was going to hit me! We all saw it!”
“She’s right,” a small voice piped up from the back. It was Hailey Shaw, her body trembling but her voice firm. “Blair swung first.”
“Enough!” Sharpe roared, her voice cracking like a whip. The entire platoon flinched.
She walked slowly toward Blair, her eyes cold and contemptuous. She looked at the dirt on Blair’s face, the dramatic tears, the over-the-top performance.
A humorless smirk touched Sharpe’s lips. “Knight,” she said, her voice dangerously soft. “If Recruit Thompson had actually wanted to break your arm, you’d be picking up the pieces of your radius from the dirt right now. Get back in formation.”
Sharpe turned her full attention to Caroline, her eyes narrowed in a penetrating stare. “That was a neat little takedown, Thompson. What strip-mall self-defense class taught you that?”
Caroline met her gaze without blinking. Her heart was pounding, but her voice was steady. “The emergency room at Washington United, ma’am. You learn to handle violent drunks and PCP addicts pretty quick, or you don’t last the week.”
The lie was perfect. It was plausible, specific, and impossible to disprove. It explained the efficiency of the move without revealing its lethal origins. Sharpe’s eyes held a flicker of doubt, but she couldn’t poke a hole in the story.
Blair, seeing her plan crumble, spun on her former allies. “You useless cowards!” she screamed at the two girls who had abandoned her. “You just stood there!”
Consumed by rage and humiliation, she lunged at the nearest one and slapped her, hard, across the face.
The crack of the blow echoed across the silent field.
The slapped recruit stared at Blair, her hand rising to her cheek, her eyes wide with shock and then hardening with disgust.
Instructor Sharpe’s face went from angry to apocalyptic. Striking a fellow soldier in front of a commanding officer was not just a breach of discipline. It was a declaration of war on the entire system.
She moved so fast she was a blur. She grabbed Blair by the collar of her uniform, hauling her up onto her toes.
“You want to fight, Knight?” Sharpe bellowed, her face inches from Blair’s, spittle flying. “You want to prove how tough you are? Fine. I’ll give you a fight.”
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