Magnus PRINT

Excerpt From: Magnus

To observe a Marine is inspirational. To be a Marine is exceptional.

“Get the fuck outta my face, right now, maggot, before I skin you alive and wear your ass as a hat. What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” Colonel Joe ‘Magnus’ Rivers yelled at the recruit and snatched the M4 out of her hands.

“Colonel.” Gunny Paul Roberts tried to calm him, but Magnus was furious.

Of all the fucking stupid things. Damn it.

“Fuck that shit. She got Stewart shot! This is why women shouldn’t be on the front fuckin’ line. Fuck!” Magnus ran a hand over his face and handed the gun to Corporal Moore. “No fuckin’ way is this going to work.” He turned to walk back to the barracks. He couldn’t stand to be around her for a second more. Fuck ups like her got people killed. Sloppy didn’t cut it in his unit.

“Mag, Private Stewart wasn’t really shot.” Roberts rushed to keep up.

“I know that, Gunny. It’s the principle of the matter.”

“Oh, he knows another word besides fuck.” The words were almost too faint to be heard, but they reached the Colonel’s ears.

Magnus whipped around and got up into the recruits’ face. In a quiet voice, he addressed the woman.

“What did you just say?” There was no need to speak louder, his voice seethed with anger and he was about to snap.

She stared straight ahead and didn’t look him in the eye.

The only smart thing she’s done so far. Take a deep breath, man. Calm down. No one was really hurt.

Reasoning with himself sucked, but luckily for the recruit, he was able to leash his anger or she’d be down for the count, woman or not.

“Not so tough now, huh, Patterson? Drop and give me twenty.”

Without hesitation, she dropped to the ground and started counting out her pushups. Magnus would expect no less and his team knew it. No one fucked with Mag, at least not to his face.

“Moore, take over PT.” He turned back to Roberts and gestured for him to follow. “Roberts, I don’t think I can keep this up. What was the General thinking? This woman doesn’t belong here. She’s some military brat trying to prove herself. How are we supposed to make her into a soldier?” Magnus said in frustration.

Roberts looked back at the woman doing pushups.

“I don’t know, sir. Looks like you’re doing a good job to me.”

Magnus glanced back as well and waved his hand. “Physical exercise does not a soldier make. You saw her at the range. How the fuck did she make it out of boot?”

“Mag, it’s only been a few weeks. Give her a break,” Roberts tried to soothe him.

It wasn’t taking. He was still too furious. What if they’d been on a live exercise?

“I can’t. I wouldn’t let the guys get away with that shit. No fucking way am I giving the wannabe warrior a break. She’ll do it my way or I’ll kick her ass back to Daddy’s. We’re supposed to take her on fucking missions for chrissake.” He shook his head. “She’s going to get someone killed.”

“We have a month before we hea—”

Mag glared at Roberts. Without another word he entered the building, trying to forget the woman doing pushups in the yard.

Trouble with a capital T is what that one is.

Mag led Roberts to his office. “We need to go over the training schedule. I want us tight before we head into Sri Lanka. We’ll have to compensate for Patterson.”

“I don’t think you’re giving her enough credit. She made it through boot camp. Not even her dad’s rank would get her through that.”

“So she has guts, but can she really cut it?” Mag worried his lip with his teeth.

These soldiers were his responsibility and their families trusted him to bring them home alive, if a little dinged up.

“We have training time. Push her to the limit. You know the General isn’t going to take her off the team. We work with what we’ve got. That’s all we can do. Remember, this is a peacekeeping mission. If we do it right, a shot won’t even be fired.”

“Well, listen to you, the voice of reason. Fuck, Roberts. When did you get so smart?” Mag asked with a smile, letting the other man know he was teasing. He was finally cooling down a little. That’s why Roberts was his right-hand man. He wouldn’t want to go into a fight without him.

“Never mind that, I thought you had a training schedule you wanted to go over.”

Mag pulled up the chart on his computer and got to work.