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it’s done."
All of his gear, placed neatly by his cot, looked no worse for wear. He felt his steel body drawn to the canvas surface as though the cot were a super conductor. He needed to lie down.
"Thanks, Larsen." Duran tossed his cap on his pile of things.
"Sir, may I ask a question?" The Sergeant cleared off the footlocker.
"Yes, just make it quick." Duran unbuckled his side arm and let the belt swing from one fist.
Larsen caught the gun and put it on the footlocker before sliding the trunk under the cot, then asked, "What did you do with the lady?" He removed gear from a chair before Duran sat to take off his boots.
I took her to check point Charlie."
"Oh, so Pendle is guarding her?" The younger man frowned.
He kicked his boots to the side and Larsen set them under his cot. "No, she got Private Coleman to do that."
"Coleman?" Larsen’s eyes shot wide.
With half closed lids, Duran noticed his sergeant’s reaction. "Why, what's wrong with Coleman?"
"Nothing sir, Coleman's a very good soldier, sir." He backed from the tent. "I'd better go so you can get some sleep, sir." With that Larsen was gone.
Duran was too tired to call Larsen back and question the sergeant’s odd behavior, so he just let it go. He would make Larsen explain himself once Duran slept, if he could remember the conversation when he woke.
Stripping to his skivvies for the second time this morning, Duran achieved unconsciousness before he felt the cot underneath him.
Chapter Thirteen
Kelly hazarded a look at Coleman. The private still stood at attention with her jaw set like granite. As soon as Cap and Lieutenant Pendle were out of sight, she unfroze with a fury. She balled up her fists and brought them down on a crate by the tent. Breaking it to splinters.
Kelly cringed to the far corner of the mat.
"ARRRRGH!!!!!" She kicked the rubble at her feet, pieces hitting the tent across the way. "She knew it was my day off!" Ignoring Kelly, Coleman paced in a tight circle stomping as she went. "Now I won't get anything done. ARGGH!"
Kelly tried to look around for an escape but couldn't take her eyes off Coleman for fear she might be mistaken for another crate.
Coleman stopped in her tracks, breathing heavy and staring at the ground. She fumed for a moment longer more before she remembered Kelly. Slowly she turned and looked, anger still heavy on her beautiful face. Kelly cowered back, stuck on the infuriatingly small, two-foot square area, nowhere to go.
Coleman breathed in deep, letting it gust out. Then facing Kelly squarely, she walked her tall slender frame up close and stood over the quaking woman. Staring up at her made Kelly feel even more afraid, having never stared up at a woman before.
Coleman narrowed her eyes. "Why am I babysitting you?"
Kelly shrugged. Shrugging was good, and it made her look less like a coward. "Because the colonel said a female had to guard me."
"Why do you need guarding?"
"Colonel Broan thinks I'm a spy."
"Are you?"
"No."
"Then what are you?"
Kelly tried to control her involuntary swallowing. "Totally misunderstood."
Coleman stepped back and laughed. She put her hands on her hips and looked at Kelly from her messy hair all the way down the oversized clothes to her painted neon toenails.
"You don't look like something that needs guarding. Putting on a shelf, maybe, but not guarding."
Kelly narrowed her eyes. "I don't sit on anyone's shelf!" She sounded brave even to her.
She should have pushed for angrier to set herself above Coleman, but instead Kelly felt relieved she had not been that defenseless crate and laughed when Coleman did.
"Well, it looks like you're going to be sitting on Broan's shelf for a while."
"Yeah, I guess so."
The tumult of Coleman's explosion had drawn stares from her few neighbors and she motioned to her tent. "Let's go inside, and you can tell me how you got me into this predicament."
From her safe spot, Kelly stepped gingerly past the flap that Coleman held back.
All of his gear, placed neatly by his cot, looked no worse for wear. He felt his steel body drawn to the canvas surface as though the cot were a super conductor. He needed to lie down.
"Thanks, Larsen." Duran tossed his cap on his pile of things.
"Sir, may I ask a question?" The Sergeant cleared off the footlocker.
"Yes, just make it quick." Duran unbuckled his side arm and let the belt swing from one fist.
Larsen caught the gun and put it on the footlocker before sliding the trunk under the cot, then asked, "What did you do with the lady?" He removed gear from a chair before Duran sat to take off his boots.
I took her to check point Charlie."
"Oh, so Pendle is guarding her?" The younger man frowned.
He kicked his boots to the side and Larsen set them under his cot. "No, she got Private Coleman to do that."
"Coleman?" Larsen’s eyes shot wide.
With half closed lids, Duran noticed his sergeant’s reaction. "Why, what's wrong with Coleman?"
"Nothing sir, Coleman's a very good soldier, sir." He backed from the tent. "I'd better go so you can get some sleep, sir." With that Larsen was gone.
Duran was too tired to call Larsen back and question the sergeant’s odd behavior, so he just let it go. He would make Larsen explain himself once Duran slept, if he could remember the conversation when he woke.
Stripping to his skivvies for the second time this morning, Duran achieved unconsciousness before he felt the cot underneath him.
Chapter Thirteen
Kelly hazarded a look at Coleman. The private still stood at attention with her jaw set like granite. As soon as Cap and Lieutenant Pendle were out of sight, she unfroze with a fury. She balled up her fists and brought them down on a crate by the tent. Breaking it to splinters.
Kelly cringed to the far corner of the mat.
"ARRRRGH!!!!!" She kicked the rubble at her feet, pieces hitting the tent across the way. "She knew it was my day off!" Ignoring Kelly, Coleman paced in a tight circle stomping as she went. "Now I won't get anything done. ARGGH!"
Kelly tried to look around for an escape but couldn't take her eyes off Coleman for fear she might be mistaken for another crate.
Coleman stopped in her tracks, breathing heavy and staring at the ground. She fumed for a moment longer more before she remembered Kelly. Slowly she turned and looked, anger still heavy on her beautiful face. Kelly cowered back, stuck on the infuriatingly small, two-foot square area, nowhere to go.
Coleman breathed in deep, letting it gust out. Then facing Kelly squarely, she walked her tall slender frame up close and stood over the quaking woman. Staring up at her made Kelly feel even more afraid, having never stared up at a woman before.
Coleman narrowed her eyes. "Why am I babysitting you?"
Kelly shrugged. Shrugging was good, and it made her look less like a coward. "Because the colonel said a female had to guard me."
"Why do you need guarding?"
"Colonel Broan thinks I'm a spy."
"Are you?"
"No."
"Then what are you?"
Kelly tried to control her involuntary swallowing. "Totally misunderstood."
Coleman stepped back and laughed. She put her hands on her hips and looked at Kelly from her messy hair all the way down the oversized clothes to her painted neon toenails.
"You don't look like something that needs guarding. Putting on a shelf, maybe, but not guarding."
Kelly narrowed her eyes. "I don't sit on anyone's shelf!" She sounded brave even to her.
She should have pushed for angrier to set herself above Coleman, but instead Kelly felt relieved she had not been that defenseless crate and laughed when Coleman did.
"Well, it looks like you're going to be sitting on Broan's shelf for a while."
"Yeah, I guess so."
The tumult of Coleman's explosion had drawn stares from her few neighbors and she motioned to her tent. "Let's go inside, and you can tell me how you got me into this predicament."
From her safe spot, Kelly stepped gingerly past the flap that Coleman held back.
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