I walk into the Commander's office before breakfast. I don't want to talk to him where anyone else could hear.
"Yes?"
"Sir, it's been a while since I visited...Genta."
He nods. "It has. We have policies for Scouts with families that they be allowed to see them one day a week or four days a month while they're on-duty. And they get two weeks off-duty every three months. I just wanted to remind you."
"I'll take my two weeks another time. But I'd like to spend the weekend there if you don't mind, sir."
"That sounds fine." He reaches into his desk and pulls out a sheet of paper. "Just fill out the form."
I take a pencil from his desk, fill in the blanks on the form, and hand it back to him. He glances it over, then dismisses me. I turn and exit. Guiin is walking toward me. We lock eyes for a second, before I look away and walk faster until we've passed one another. I make my way to breakfast, eating silently while some other squad leaders and Scouts crack jokes and talk. The topic seems to be hand-to-hand combat. Kinnel is talking about how his dad taught him how to fight, and that gave him a solid leg up when he was a cadet and they were learning hand-to-hand.
"Too bad that didn't get you into the Military Police though, yeah?"
Kinnel laughs. "I had my heart set on you bunch of old guys anyway."
I smirk. None of us last long enough to call ourselves old.
"Who are you calling old, Kinnel? I see grey hairs on your head too."
"Damn, the Scouting Legion really does age you faster." Kinnel runs a hand through his hair.
An odd lull in sound washes through the dining room, and I turn my head to see Commander Erwin standing on a table.
"-if you want to beat him, you're going to have to-" Someone's voice is silenced with an elbow to the side, and the Commander has everyone's attention now.
"Today, I want you to switch it up. Don't fight with partners in your squad, find someone else, maybe even someone you don't know. If you ever have to use your hand-to-hand combat skills, it won't be against a friend--hopefully. It will be with someone you don't know and haven't practiced with. You have fifteen minutes before we meet outside." He steps back down from the table, and conversations continue, this time with the sounds of dishes and people cleaning up. I finish the last few bites of my potatoes before standing and making my way to the growing line of people with dirty dishes. Afterward, I make my way outside.
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Okay yeah that cut off grossly. I don't actually know how to end things. Sorry. You know, just because of that, I'll publish the next part right now.
Have a nice day :)
(Or night. It's night for me rn.)
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