What The Hell Was That Michelle - 1190 Words

What the hell was that, Michelle? Michelle was rolling her eyes before she was even fully conscious. She opened them and saw her instructor or commander standing over her, his bulky silhouette framed by a high ceiling light which made an annoying whining sound as it drew power from the underground generator. The image was slightly blurred, so she blinked her eyes a couple of times to clear her vision. Her instructor was not a generally happy person. He was intimidating enough, with perpetual frown creases on his face, dark eyes, military hair, and muscles that screamed I m an impressive guy and you d better be scared of me. At least, that s what they screamed to Michelle. And when he was mad, he really was pretty scary. I told†¦show more content†¦The mission was already a success, you said so yourself, and I figured instead of just disappearing and waking up here, I ought to do something that would make a difference. That choice would ve saved hundreds of our soldiers in a real battle, and I think that s worth losing me for, don t you? I thought you were supposed to teach us battle strategy, sir, not just how to accomplish our mission and run away. With that, Michelle stalked out of the room, her green eyes flashing at anyone who tried to stop her. The instructor stood where she d left him in the center of the room. Usually, he would punish one of his pupils for such a blatant disregard of his orders, and certainly for back talking him like that, but she d had a point. He couldn t deny the bravery of what Michelle had done, risking her own life for the good of everyone else, and her resourcefulness was impressive. He scratched his scruffy chin, as a bit of debris rained down on him from the ceiling. He would have to have a private talk with Michelle later. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Michelle kicked the metal chest of drawers in the corner of her bunk in the compound. That had been her first mission in weeks, her first chance to even see above ground in a month, at least, and she d blown it. She d thought she d been being clever, but insubordination, was insubordination, and deliberately disobeying orders was like high treason. She sighed and plopped herself down on