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flashlight, or weapon.
    The Sergeant’s door opened, and Powers
reappeared in the barracks.
    “Attention, cadet cunts!” he bellowed. As
they sprang into position, he went on, “You will all wear the cadet
belts that you have been issued. You will wear them when you are
awake and when you are asleep. You will wear them when you are on
duty and when you are off duty. You will wear them in the shower
and on the crapper. You will not remove them except under a
direct order of an instructor or officer. Is that understood?”
    “Yes, Sergeant,” the platoon chanted.
    “Lights out will be in fifteen minutes,” he
concluded. He disappeared back into his quarters, slamming the door
behind.
    Robin went up the aisle to Lawrence’s bed.
She was talking with Steph and a slender brown-haired girl Robin
did not know. As soon as she saw Robin, she smiled and beckoned her
closer.
    “We haven’t really met,” Lawrence said,
offering a hand. “I’m Jodie Lawrence.”
    “Robin Bransom,” she reciprocated, taking the
proffered hand. “Nice to meet you, Jodie. You seem to have a pretty
good idea of what’s going on around this lunatic asylum. Can you
figure out these belts?”
    Jodie frowned. “I’m pretty sure about two
things: one, we’re going to find out soon enough, and two, when we
do, we won’t like it. This whole Academy is like some pervert’s
dream. I don’t understand what kind of officers they think they’ll
get from whipping and feeling up the cadets,” she said, shaking her
head. “Maybe the Commandant will explain it at the
orientation.”
    “We just have to get word to somebody in
Washington,” the brown-haired girl said. “General Cafferson would
never let them get away with this crap if he knew,” she said,
referring to the Chief of the General Staff.
    “I wouldn’t be too sure about that, Gwen,”
Jodie replied. “From what I hear, this Academy is his pet
project.”
    Before anyone else could offer an opinion,
Powers popped out again like a jack-in-the-box and shouted, “Lights
out, cadet cunts!”
    “Sweet dreams, cadet cunts,” Jodie whispered
as they went to their beds.
     

Chapter Four: Duty, Service, Country
     
    After breakfast in the huge, nearly empty
dining hall, the cadets returned to their quarters to find Kim Lee
had rejoined them, a little worse for wear. Her classmates quickly
caught her up on the previous night’s developments. She disposed of
her old uniform, and donned a set of cadet fatigues that someone
had put aside for her. Sergeant Powers glared at her as if he
suspected that she had been goldbricking, but all he said to her
was, “Glad you could take the time to join us, cadet,” before he
moved on.
    The cadets were given a total of fifteen
minutes to make their beds, straighten up their personal areas and
themselves (including shining their boots), and sweep and clean the
entire barracks, including the showers and latrines; and police the
grounds outside. Powers suggested that they select a cadet officer
to organize the work, as he had no intention of assigning jobs in
the barracks. He promised that if the work were not done to his
satisfaction, the entire platoon would be put down for demerits. He
patted his swagger stick meaningfully when he said this.
    The platoon unanimously elected Jodie
Lawrence. She quickly assigned the work, and then made personally
certain that there was nothing for Powers to complain about during
the inspection.
    After inspection, they marched to a brick
building that looked much newer than any of the ramshackle wooden
structures they had seen so far. Powers explained that this was the
school where they would learn Military Science, “…if you cunts are
capable of learning anything,” he added gratuitously. The school
was huge and rambling, and was obviously intended for more than the
thirty of them. Powers led them into an enormous auditorium. Robin
estimated that the room could seat more than five hundred people.
They were directed