"Who the hell are you?" the boy said. He had a black crew cut and had really olive skin. He was a little taller than me, and was wearing camo fatigues.
"The name's Jay. And you are?" I stuck my hand out to properly shake hands, but he spit at it. I pulled my hand away, and I stood at attention. I sort of figured this guy had no respect for me, but I had to worship him like he was some kind of god or something.
"Shut the hell up, you little bastard! You call me Sergeant Maxwell, got it?" he screamed at me.
"Jesus, I'm RIGHT HERE!" I thought.
I saluted him and yelled, "Sir yes sir!" Just cause, you know, I really don't want to get my ass kicked or anything.
He turned around and began to walk out of the tent, so I decided to follow him. It was a good thing I did, because I guess was supposed to.
"Remember your tent number; it's 8. Got it?" said Sergeant Dickhead.
"Yes sir!" I said. I probably would have stood up for myself, but I kinda didn't know where the hell I was. So, I decided to keep my hands to myself.
It was dark outside,outside, only to find myself in a freezing cold desert. There were a bunch of small buildings that looked like the one I was just in. There were numbers and signs on each of them, but it was too dark to see what they were.
We walked along a blacktop path that led to a large tin building that rounded at the top. A sign read GENERAL'S OFFICE. There were some other buildings around that one, but the generals office was the main attraction here.
While I was checking out my surroundings, Dickhead pushed me into the doors of the general's office, and they opened.
We walked in, so I looked up, and saw the king of the jackasses.
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The T.I.A
AdventureJay was a pretty normal 14 year old. Until his psychopathic grandfather and the government kidnaps him and puts him into the T.I.A, a military task force made up of six teenagers that are forced to carry out missions that the adult soldiers can't do...
