Ben Drexel is a prequel to my Lone Wolf sci-fi series.
“Pitiful! If we’d tried to hit you, you’d all be dead!”
“Were you using live ammo?” One of Ben’s wounded men asked.
“Obviously, Marine. It went through your leg, didn’t it? Moron.”
“Colonel, permission to speak freely?” Ben said.
“Sir, this wasn’t an accurate test of our knowledge. My men are the best….”
“No, Sergeant, my men are the best, or you’d be dead. Let me point out something—you are never off duty in a war zone, never off your guard. You pay attention to your surroundings or someone gets dead. Since my ass is dependent upon what you do, I’m fairly certain I’ve got a right to do what’s necessary to assess you.”
“This is hardly standard protocol.”
“Boy, ain’t nothin’ I do that’s standard. I go where others can’t. I pull off major miracles on a daily basis. In case you haven’t figured it out, kid—I’m the evil twin of Jesus. Get your babies back to barracks. You’re confined until I say so. All leave and privileges are revoked until further notice. That means you too, First Sergeant. So tell that hot girlfriend of yours she ain’t gettin’ laid for awhile and march your sorry ass on home.”
© 2018 Dellani Oakes