She could be a Major Payne

Baby got back

"Aaaah," Alex Stone stood looking out as boys started gathering in the field, "Another year, a new batch of fresh meat." He smirked at Cadets Wuliger and Heathcoat. "This is going to be interesting," the now Senior was ringing his hands.

"How do you figure?" Wuliger shook his head.

"Because Payne put me in charge," grinned, "He and the Missus took Tiger and are visiting her family. So I get to start breaking these boys in myself."

"Are we going to start with our ritual shaving?" Williams moseyed up to the guys.

"Probably. I intend to keep things the way Payne would keep them, so these boys first days are going to be hell." Stone stood at attention and motioned for everyone else to file down and join the others.

Alex whistled to let Thompsons' seeing eye dog know he needed to get there pronto. After a year of Payne, that dog knew when to listen.

The Cadets stood across from the newbies at attention. Stone faced the gaggle of wannabe cadets and called attention. He started into the same lecture that Payne gave each year, though tweaked his own words into it.

"In the next three months, you will live as a team, eat as a team, work as a team, by the end you will be able to do whatever it is your neighbor is thinking without even having to say a word. Our squad has won the Virginia State Games for the last two years, and we intend to make that a continuing streak."

Suddenly they were interrupted as a motorcycle roared onto the field, drawing everyone's attention.

"So we've got a late cadet." Alex turned to watch as the person walked towards them, helmet still on.

The Cadet was wearing their camo pants, black leather jacket, and their motorcycle helmet had a skull and flames on it.

"Cadet, you are out of uniform," Stone said with his authoritative tone.

The cadet tipped the helmet off and flipped her long hair back over her shoulders. The squad members, new and old, starred in shock and awe.

"What's going on?" Thompson elbowed Williams.

"Baby got back," was all he could mutter.

"What?" Thompson was confused.

Heathcoat whispered, "It's a girl."

"No way, Payne will never go for that." Thompson laughed.

She smiled confidently at Stone, "I'm terribly sorry, I got turned around once I left the Deans' office" She said with a slight British accent.

After the shock finally started to wear off, Stone gathered himself, "Are you in the correct place?" he raised a brow at her.

"Absolutely," her smile started to waver at the tone he got.

"You're aware this is the ROTC field and barracks?" He tried again.

Her smile completely faded and she threw down her helmet, ripped open her leather jacket and yanked a piece of paper out of the inside pocket. She thrust it at him.

Stone read the paper, having to reread it a few times to make sure what it was he really was reading. This girl was a transfer from over seas.

"Great Brittan, huh?" he nodded. "You were in ROTC there?"

"Squad leader at 16," she crossed her arms over her chest, "In an all girls school. But don't worry, I'm not here to take your position, I just wanted to finish my last year in school doing what I've always done. I'll do whatever it is you want your squad to do, I don't take kindly to being treated differently."