CHAPTER 5
Shelley Thomas waited and watched. Would the blockhead sergeant get at least this right?
No one raised their hands.
His first correct answer of the day.
Shelley had ambushed and shot every one of them and they’d have the welts of training rounds for another couple days to remind them. It served them right. Of course, she’d had her fair share of bruises when she was training as well, but she wasn’t about to tell them that. Instructors had to be invulnerable, bulletproof, and immortal.
“First lesson, this one you should already know, don’t attempt room-clearing on your own. You’ve all been trained that such a strategy is non-survivable under most circumstances. Now, did any of you refuse the scenario?”
Not a one.
“So, you’re all suicidal. Did any of you team up?”
None had.
