Jake's Badass Army

Sgt Pitts knew Fuentes was egging him on, but he felt the unfamiliar wave of frustration pass through him. He took a deep breath and did a careful visual scan of the field.

“Your men know what they’re doing.” Sgt Fuentes nodded his chin and smirked.

Bullshit, these guys were in serious need of training. If Ferguson hadn't lit a smoke he might've called a losing game of capture the flag against Fuentes to teach his team a lesson.

“I heard one of your boys was sent here from special ops, and one was transferred from an unknown division.” Sgt Fuentes flashed his grin again. He always seemed to know everything.

“Know anything about Private Ferguson?” He was hoping for an easy answer. Sgt Fuentes glanced over at the man who was still standing alone, still smoking. “His partner was captured and went POW MIA. Ferguson escaped the camp and a lot of his file is blacked out. I'd approach him with caution. Kid blew up in my face for nothing one day.”

“Ferguson’s not the one that concerns me.” Something caught Pitts’ eye that the others couldn’t see thanks to the yellow cloud of powdered paint exploding and expanding to the sound of friendly fire all around. Pitts naturally filtered the noise and smoke out, or he'd developed a sixth sense for idiots breaking formation.

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