Sam Thompson (steelsoldier) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-06-21 17:03:00 |
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Sam was still red in the face when he arrived late to training Friday, a vein angrily bulging at his temple. He bypassed his training compatriots and sought out his Team Leader, who was overseeing from off to the side. "Sir, I need to talk to you about--" He began urgently, only to be interrupted by a decidedly unimpressed Team Leader. "Where the hell have you been, Thompson? You're late." "I know, I'm sorry sir but I was trying to mediate a situation with--" "Dammit Thompson, as the Field Leader of this Squad you're supposed to be setting the bar for everyone. You know the rules now, I could have you in solitary for this. Or off the Squad." Sam looked stricken by the threat, the urgency in his tone tempered with shock. "Yes Sir, I mean, I know, it was just my sister, apparently one of the girls in her class was sent to solitary and they were going to skip training to protect. I went to try and break it up, get her to training but it didn't happen. Sir, I understand the rules but please, I was hoping there was something you--" Wolfe silenced him with a look, beleaguered and void of sympathy. "You know damn well that's not how things work, Thompson. I'm sorry about your sister but you know she's been acting out for months now. She's gone out of her way to make sure I can't give her any leeway, and even if I could it's not my call." "But Sir, it's all been very difficult on her, you see my nephew, he--" Wolfe held up a hand, and Sam was almost surprised by how reflexively he was quieted. "The matter is closed, Thompson. Now get to training and don't ever disappoint me with this sort of behavior again. You know how much I've invested in you, you've got a lot of potential here. Don't start throwing it all away now." Helplessness flashed across Sam's face as Wolfe's words went to war with his objections and concerns, but in the end he forced his mouth into a thin line. "Yes, sir." Wolfe watched as his golden boy turned to join the others, making a note of the hint of contempt he'd heard in those two syllables. |