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Chapter 3
Herchest,however,wascompletelyflat,atoddswiththeimagesofCaucasianwomenyousawplasteredonthewallsofeverybarrackscell.Notthatitbotheredme.
WhoeverhadlookedatherandthoughtupthenameFullMetalBitchneededtohavehisheadchecked.Shewasclosertoapuppythanabitch.Isupposeeveninalitterofpitbullsthere’sroomforonesweetoneinthebunch.
If,inmydream,theshellofthatredJackethadpoppedopenandshe’dclimbedout,Iwouldhaveshitmybunk.I’dseenherfaceandJacketplentyonthenewsfeeds,buttheynevergaveyouagoodideaofwhatshereallylookedlikeinperson.IhadalwayspicturedRitaVrataskiastallandruthless,withaknockoutbodyandanairoftotalself-confidence.
Thenoureyesmet.
Ilookedawayimmediately,butitwasalreadytoolate.Shestartedwalkingtowardme.Shemovedwithpurpose,onefootplantedfirmlyonthegroundbeforetheothermoved-arelentless,unstoppableforce.Butherstepsweresmall,thenetresultbeingaharried,flusteredgait.I’mnotsureI’deverseenanyonewalkquitelikethatbefore.
C’mon,don’tdothistome.Ican’tevenmove.Giveaguyabreakandgetlost,wouldya?Goon.Get!
Ritastopped.
Themusclesinmyarmsstartedtotremble.Then,purposefully,shewalkedaway.Somehowshe’dheardmyprayer,makinganinety-degreeturnrightinfrontofmeandheadingtowardthebrigadiergeneralwherehesatunderthetent.Shesnappedaperfunctorysalute.
