Numbuh 429 watched as she walked away, already piecing why Patton had issues with the kid. She wouldn’t initially work well with a team, would she? It would be hard to be in a battle with a ball flying around the room. She needed living obstacles, she needed trajectories, she needed bigger rooms, she needed…
She was lost in her train of thought, formulating training sessions and exercises. She felt a small trill of excitement. This would be an assignment, the drill sergeant thought to herself.
After five minutes had well passed, she made her way to the training room, looking over the files once more to see what she could pick out. She expected the cadet to be late, but she was there, bright and early, in fact, the moment she opened the door, the ball hurled past her shoulder.
Numbuh 429 wasn’t unfamiliar with life-or-death situations, so she yelped with surprise when she practically heard the ball whizz over her shoulder. She had several frisbees in her hand, and nearly dropped them, much to her own embarrassment, before steeling herself.
She needed to believe. She needed to calm herself around the kid. She was just, essentially playing around. The operative needed to believe that she wasn’t a menace- that her goal wasn’t to destroy, rather, just to frighten. She had played around the whole of the Arctic Base, and noted that despite the complaints, not once, had a dish been broken, or an operative touched with the ball.
“You know, back when I was your age, we greeted our drill sergeants with a quick salute.” she scolded lightly, but there was a telltale wry grin on her face. Numbuh 429 held up a frisbee.
The frisbees had the typical bullseye target on them, and they would be a good way of assessing the new cadet’s aim.
“Think you can hit these?” she asked, tossing one up.
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