A/N: (I hate the book cover so much, it looks like Liana has a huge scar on her face! 😭And you probably can't see it, but Shaballa has the whole bakery going on, I think that's what Liana was staring at. 💀💀💀💀💀Okay, I'm done. Move along and get reading!)
~3rd POV~
Liana has awoken from the sound of her alarm clock. She pounded it aggressively and got up groggily. She rolled out of bed and got dressed for work. Ugh, Mondays are the worst. I can't believe I have to wake up and work in this fucking hellhole of a military or whatever they call it. She mentally complained. She stormed out of her house and drove off to the base.
~Liana's POV~
To lighten up my mood, I turned on the radio and blasted death metal because it fits my mood right now. "Everyday I'm feeling like SHIT!!!" I started singing along with the song. Well, it's more like screaming than singing. I could scream in death metal like a champ even though I sound like a dying rubber chicken.
~30 minutes later~
As I walked through the entrance, who do I see? IT'S SANS! Just kidding, it's just the janitor, Maxwell. I know, I'm funny. (No you're not). "Well, well. Look who it is." I greeted Max with a welcoming tone. He turned around to face me and just nodded. Yeah, he's not much of a talker.
I don't think anyone has ever heard Maxwell utter a single word. I don't know how the boss communicates with this guy when he's mute. Not that I'm against that. Anyways, I walked towards the locker room to get changed. When I was finished, I went to search for my boss to see what his order were.
I knocked on the main office door to see if he was there. "Come in." I heard a deep voice inviting me in. I walked in to see my boss sitting there. As menacing as he is, I puffed out my chest proudly and saluted to show my respect. "Sir, good morning, sir. I await your orders, sir." I said in a monotone voice. In the military, you got to not only salute to show your respect to your general, but you also got to use the term 'sir' in your sentences most of the time.
"You will be scouting the base borderlines and guarding it. I have caught several men from the opposite team sneaking into our base for whatever reason, and I do NOT want that happening again. Go out there and show these ass kissers we're not to be fucked with! Oh and before you go, please do not fuck this up again. Or else..." General Moushal commanded (pronounced Mo-shul). "Sir, yes sir." I responded. "Good. You are dismissed." He calmly said and spent around in his wheelchair.
I then marched out of his office and respectfully closed the door behind me. The thing about being a commander is that I get to supervise the troops in battle when the general isn't present. I mean, I don't get to be his right hand gal for nothing even though I get rambunctious at times. I'm surprised I get to keep this job after the amount of times I've caused trouble.
As I got to the borderline, I took my time to look around to see if anything was out of the ordinary. Okay, I don't see anything special going on at the enemy border. All I see are people walking around over there. I thought to myself. Huh. Why would our enemies be sneaking into our base? They must be really stupid if they think they could pull a heist off behind our backs.
I looked to my left to see my comrades doing their jobs. Some are conversating amongst themselves as they guard our side of the border. I looked to the right to see a certain someone catching a couple of winks. I sighed annoyingly and marched towards him with a scowl. I then kicked his legs to wake him up. "Ahem! Slacking off, are we now, Garfield?" I put my hands on my hips.
He looked up at me with a nervous expression. "I-uh... No?" I didn't look too convinced with his plea, if I could even call it that. "What do you think this is? This isn't naptime! God, it's like you're in kindergarten. Stand up and get back to work!" I commanded. Garfield nodded quickly and scampered up to his feet. I was tired, too, but you don't see me napping on the job. Ain't nobody got time for that! Especially when you're in the military for crying out loud.
Suddenly, a sharp pebble was thrown at me. I turned around to see who threw it, guess who I saw. It was my old rival, Shaballa. Why am I not surprised? "Oh, are we throwing rocks at each other now? Is that what we're going to be using as weapons?" I asked in a sarcastic tone. Shaballa chuckled at my question.
"Oh, how mature! I wonder where you dug that one from." I let out an annoyed sigh. "You're just so easy to mess with. You know that, right? I don't have to do much to get under your skin." He let out an obnoxious snicker as his head rests on some wooden crate. (I don't know why there's a bunch of wooden crates near the border. I don't know where they came from, they just appeared overnight I guess.)
Just ignore him, Liana. That dickhead will eventually get bored and leave you alone if you don't pay attention to him. I thought to myself. One important thing I have learned throughout my entire life is to never feed a troll attention. That's how they bring your IQ down to their level. However, it is near impossible when they say something they know is going to get deep underneath the skin. That's why I easily fall into one of their many traps, like a fly trapped in a spider web.
I turned my back on Shaballa to continue on with my day. "You know, Liana, you should probably quit this job since this is no place for a puppy like you." He said. I stopped in my tracks as soon as he said that. Now he's really pushing it. "What did you say...?" I said in a serious tone. What the hell are you doing, Liana? Didn't you say you were going to ignore him? He's obviously just trying to get you angry! I mentally scolded myself.
"I'm just saying that the military isn't made for a weakling such as yourself. I heavily suggest you start working in a place like, I dunno, Chuck E Cheese's or something." Shaballa responded. I whipped around and looked at him in offense. "Chuck E Cheese's?! Seriously?!" What type of suggestion is that!? That place is a fucking drag! Who in hell would want to work in some Freddy Fazbear's ripoff of a place? (Or perhaps Freddy Fazbear's is based on Chuck E cheese's. IDFK)
"What? It's less likely that you'll be squashed like a pancake there." Shaballa chortled. I squinted my eyes at him, I can't tell if he's mocking me or just trying to help me find a less violent job. Either way, it's condescending! I can look out for myself. "Look, I don't need you looking out for me. I can handle myself, you know." I huffed as I crossed my arms.
"Oh really? The way you handled your general shouting at you when he found out you let the intruders roam carefree in your base seems to say otherwise. You look like you were about to piss your pants!" Shaballa started laughing hysterically. "You should've seen your face! Hahahaha!!" He went on. I started growling. If I could shoot him in the face, I would NOT hesitate to do so.
However, it would be counted against me if I did that. Unfortunately, Shaballa didn't do anything to threaten this base, so killing him right now would be considered illegal. All he's doing is causing annoyance, that's it. But still, I hated his guts so much! My patience with Shaballa is running super thin today and it makes me want to punch him multiple times in the face.
"You better watch your back, Shaballa, because this will be the last thing you'll see!" I said as I pointed to my face. "Yeah, when I put you 6 feet underground! Maybe even deeper than that. (AYO)" Shaballa started laughing even harder than before. I snarled ferociously as I stomped away. That grey wolf knows how to mess with people, I'll give him that.
"Hey, don't listen to him." I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Aaron. Aaron is known to be one of the smartest people on our team. That's why he's selected as an advisor. Speaking of which, why is he on the battlefield? Shouldn't he be advising the general? "You know how Shaballa is. He's likes to be an asshole to everyone." He said. "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." I replied.
"No need to be sassy with me. I'm just trying to defend you." Aaron said. "By pointing out the obvious? You're such a big help." I sarcastically "complimented" him. Aaron rolled his eyes and turned his back on me as he crosses his arms. "Well, you're welcome. I'm sure nobody wants to hear it from the advisor, right?" He said in a dramatic tone. I could still hear the offense in his voice, though.
"Alright, fine. Thank you for standing up for me." I was still being sarcastic, but he went along with it. "You're very welcome! See? Was it so hard to say thank you?" Aaron scolded me. "Oh, don't start with that. You're not my dad." I responded with a slightly irritated voice. "What are you doing just standing there then? Get your ass back to duty, woman!" Aaron was now being serious with me.
I then walked back to my station I was supposed to be going. I was just a bit side tracked. "I got here just 23 minutes ago and this is how my day is starting. But hey, it's Monday. What else did I expect?" I grumbled underneath my breath. Mondays always start off bad. Oh well, it's nothing I could do to change it.
This is how things are from where I work...
~To be continued~