NovelXXXChapter 335 The supervisor surveyed the group below and barked, "Alright, that's enough- quiet down!" Once the noise died away, his tone turned grave as he addressed the team. "This is Instructor Carmichael. She'll be your commanding officer for the foreseeable future, and you will follow her orders without question." Every pair of eyes in the unit was fixed on Citrine's face, not a single person so much as muttering a response. The supervisor glanced at them, then turned to Citrine. "Instructor Carmichael, I'm leaving this unruly bunch in your hands." With that, he strode away, leaving the training ground to the new instructor and the entire crew of the Vermillion Vanguard.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNo sooner had the supervisor disappeared than the group let loose, dropping all pretense of discipline as they sized up their new leader.
"Sweetheart, are you sure those skinny arms and legs of yours are up to the job? Did the brass force you into this, or are you here of your own free will?" "Hey, you actually landed in the right squad. We gentlemen don't rough up women." Someone in the back chimed in with a laugh, "So, got a boyfriend? What do you think of me?" Citrine's expression never so much as flickered, but Hastings, overhearing the taunt, spun around and delivered a hard kick to the joker's shin.
"Watch your mouth. You're looking for trouble." At that very moment, Citrine blew the whistle hanging from her neck and shouted, "Everyone line up! Ten-mile weighted run-now!" The team gaped at her in disbelief. "Ten miles? You've got to be kidding! We usually do five-ten will kill us!" Citrine let out a cold laugh. "Don't worry. It won't kill you." "But this isn't a reasonable training regimen-" She seemed genuinely amused by that, her voice icy. "Reasonable? There's nothing reasonable about my training. Here, we break limits." With that, she climbed into the military jeep, adding, "And if you don't finish on time, that's an extra thousand push-ups for everyone." Reluctantly, and with much grumbling, Hastings and the others heaved their weighted packs onto their shoulders and started running.
Citrine drove alongside the group, occasionally leaning out the window to call out, "Is that all you've got? Pick up the pace!" One of the team, completely spent, stopped dead in his tracks, gasping for air. "I can't I just can't go any farther!" Citrine's reply was merciless. "A man never says he can't. Get up and keep running." Even Hastings, tough as he was, was drenched in sweat by the end of the ten miles, struggling to keep his legs moving.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs Citrine's jeep drew alongside him, she slowed down and leaned out, a teasing smile on her lips. "Mr. Cooper, don't tellthis is your best. Where's all that bravado from basic training? You gavequite a hard tback then." "But now I'm your instructor. Don't worry-I'll make sure to return the favor."
"Bring it on," Hastings shot back, realizing for the first twhat im rst twhat im meant to hoist yourself with your En own petard.
Something seemed to click in his mind, and he asked, "Why didn't you show up the day basic training ended? You must hate me, right?" He remembered how she hadn't even bothered to see him off that day. The thought stung-she must truly despise him.
Citrine's lips curled into a small smile. "Why would I? You're nobody to me. Why should I have seen you off?" "And as for hate? You're not even worth that much." Nobody to her.
Hastings pressed his lips together, silent for a long moment beforem moment speaking again his tone tinged with jealousy. "So, is Sebastian 'somebody' to you?" Citrine froze briefly, realizing he was jealous, then burst out laughing. "Are you seriously jealous right now?" She couldn't help but feel she'd stumbled upon something far more interesting than she'd expected.
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