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criminals.”
    “I am the senior drill instructor for this platoon, and we do not need any help controlling them.”
    “Well there, Mr. Senior Drill Instructor, you don’t give me orders and I think we will stay. Besides, who's going to make us disobey orders? This little bitch?”
    The huge Von Fleet security guard approached the much smaller female drill instructor. She looked over at the senior drill instructor. He nodded. She smiled and turned to face the guard.
    “This little bitch is about to put you in sick bay,” she said.
    The guard started to swing his billy club. He had only drawn it back when the female drill instructor jumped straight up in the air and kicked him full in the face with her boot. He dropped as if he had been shot. Out cold. His jaw obviously broken.
    The other guard rushed her, and she stood waiting for him. He tried to strike her with a blow instead of grabbing her. She ducked under his swing, grabbed his arm, and threw him to the ground with no effort. Instead of releasing the arm, she twisted it and stomped it with her foot.
    “Ahhhhhh!” the guard screamed. Fenes actually heard the arm snap with the sound piece of wood made when you broke it over your knee.
    She dropped his arm, and with a precisely aimed kick to the head, she knocked him unconscious. She walked over to the first guard, who was coming to and moaning. She picked up a billy club and with one swing broke his knee. He cried out. The female drill instructor only smirked.
    “Never call me a little bitch again. If you want a rematch, I’ll be around the base. Come and see me sometime, you kak.”
    She walked over and took up her position behind the senior drill instructor. Her uniform was not even out of place. She simply put her hands behind her back and stared at the platoon. Only then did Dieter look to the left and see that the other drill instructor had done the same to the other two guards. Dieter was more confused than ever. He had come to hate the Von Fleet security guards as sadistic animals who took pleasure in hurting and humiliating the members of the platoon. He had just watched these drill instructors, whom he had expected to not be much better, put all four of them on the ground with injuries that would land them in the hospital. What was going on?
    It didn’t take long before an ambulance came to take them away. The medics gave the drill instructors a wide berth and didn’t ask any questions. The drill instructors did not say a word the whole time. They just stood there as patient as statues. Once they were left alone, the senior drill instructor took one step forward and said, “Anybody want to try us?”
    Nobody moved or said a word.
    “Good. You’re not as dumb as you look. My name is Staff Sergeant Ura. I am your senior drill instructor. This is Sergeant Chucha. He is my assistant drill instructor. Finally, but not least, is Sergeant Mati. She is my other assistant drill instructor. You might notice that she has five red stripes on her belt. Each of those stripes stands for a hand-to-hand kill. She killed five hybrids on Rift by herself. Not many alive can say that, so our guard friend made a mistake that he will never forget. He is lucky to be alive.”
    Dieter noticed that they all had red stripes on their belts, but Mati had the most.
    “You will address us as sir or ma’am at all times. Not by our rank or any other way. Do it and pay the price.”
    The sergeant looked at the group for a long moment before he continued, “I am going to talk to you like this once during your time here. If I were you I would listen up. Do you understand?”
    There was a ragged chorus of yeses.
    “No, you stupid kaks. When I ask this platoon a question, I expect every one of you to yell the answer at the top of your lungs. You will say, ‘Aye, aye sir!’ Do you understand?”
    Dieter and the rest of the platoon screamed, “Aye, aye sir!”
    “That still sucked, but it is a start. Now listen up. As you can see,