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M Platoon - Part 4

"Private Joshua Caine, my, my, you have a very interesting juvenile record, quite the little firebug, aren't we?" (Y/n) asked, the private shrugging apologetically.

"I don't do it any more sir, honest; when a was a kid I used to get angry cos the other kids would bully me, and I couldn't control my powers, but now I don't get as angry, and Sargent Howlett helped me work out how to better control my fire." Caine explained, smiling as (Y/n) offered him a cigarette.

"Looks like this Sargent Howlett is quiet a man." (Y/n) said, chuckling as a small flame appeared out of the tip of Caine's thumb allowing him to light his cigarette.

"The Sarg is a real good guy, sir; he would never admit it cos he's a feral and all, and he likes to give off this rough, gruff, I don't give a shit persona, but he's helped a lot of us in one way or another, and most of the time he gets in the way when Creed is angry, and let me tell you, I wouldn't like to get in the middle of one of their fights, they're just lucky they heal quick cos I swear that both of them would be constantly at the medics." Caine chuckled, stubbing out his cigarette as (Y/n) closed his file.

"Ok Caine, I want you to tell the Lieutenant that along with Dekker, I want a demonstration of what you can do, tomorrow. Now get your ass out of here before I end up sitting in nothing but a burned out shell of a building." (Y/n) said, shaking her head as the fiery red head nearly tripped over his own feet as he made his way back to the door.

"Sir. Lutz is outside, is it ok if I send him in?" Caine asked, as he opened the door, indicating for the other man to enter when (Y/n) nodded.

"Sir." A smooth voice said, the man momentarily shocked as the captain in front of him pulled out their service revolver, firing three shots into him as he stood to attention, the bullets bouncing off his chest.

"So, you really are bulletproof, good job as well, cos I wouldn't like to try and explain away why I had just shot one of my men. Take a seat Lutz." (Y/n) said, indicating to the chair as she continued to peruse the file.

"Being bulletproof isn't a bad skill to have Lutz, especially not at the moment. What calibre can you withstand without getting injured?" (Y/n) asked, her eyes falling on the rather smug looking brown haired, blue eyed man sat across from her.

"I can absorb the impact of any calibre bullets, even tank shells if I have to." Lutz explained cockily as he leaned back in the chair, acting like he owned the place.

"If you don't sit up straight and wipe that smug look of your face, I'll find something bigger than a tank shell to hit you with, Lutz. I don't know what you were in the outside world, but here and now you are a private, and I am your superior officer, and you will treat this interview and me with the respect that befits my rank." (Y/n) growled, trying not to laugh as the smug look instantly left his face, the young man sitting up straight in his seat.

"Good. Now not only are you bulletproof but you can emanate a protective shield; how many can you protect at one time?" (Y/n) asked, watching as the private brushed his hand through his neatly cropped hair.

"It depends sir, I couldn't shield an entire battalion, but I can certainly protect the boys in the platoon." Lutz explained, looking slightly nervous as the captain leaned over the table and looked him up and down.

"That's just what I wanted to hear. Now if you can quickly learn to change that haughty demeanour of yours, I might just have a very useful and invaluable member of the platoon. Get your ass out." (Y/n) said, throwing his file on the table as Lutz almost ran from the office.

More and more (Y/n) was beginning to believe that this was an impossible mission; now not only did she have twin squabbling kindergartners, a child, a smartass speedster and an illiterate giant, she now also had a firebug and a arrogant asshole that she would have loved to have slapped.

With a sigh, (Y/n) got up and looked out of the window, her eyes falling on the other troops that were going about their daily exercises and training. She couldn't help but wish that Justin was with her, the two had been through everything together, and he was always there when she needed advices, a shoulder to cry on, or just to give her a quick kick in the ass when she needed it. She knew he would tell her she could do this, that she should have more confidence in her own abilities, that she was strong enough to do anything that she put her mind to; but whether she believed all that or not, there was a big difference between theory and making this bunch of elementary school kids work like real army.

(Y/n) banged her head on the window in frustration, the whole frame rattling in its surround as she made her way back to her desk, her hand reaching back into the bottom draw of her desk to retrieve the bottle of whiskey and the glass, more positive now than ever that by the time these interviews were over the bottle was going to be empty.