Priorities of a Soldier

Vic groaned. “Leave it, you brute.” She grabbed at the pizza on the table. “Shut up and eat already. The food isn’t going to stay hot much longer.” That said, the woman ripped off a mouthful and munched contentedly.

Gregori shrugged and took the chair next to Hendrick. “All I’m saying—”

“Drop it,” grunted the grizzled old soldier. “So talk. What’s this hare-brained plan of yours?”

“Vic didn’t tell you?” The titan grinned, snagging a slice.

Hendrick snorted. “No. Damn woman didn’t want to take Jacobs’ lime-light away. Bloody nonsense.”

Swallowing, Vic grinned. “Food first.”

“You’ve got to be joking.”


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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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