A Shade of Vampire 79 A Game of Death - Bella Forrest Page 0,115

everyone was unsuited and wore relieved expressions, though some had a tinge of thinly veiled amusement, similar to my brother’s expression on the ladder. I threw a playful scowl at those faces.

No, it hadn’t escaped my crew that their first-in-command (albeit in training) had been the one to fall into what our trainers labeled Rookie Mistake of the Year.

But come on. This one had been different. After all those injuries, I couldn’t have expected the bird to be that fast or stealthy. I needed more experience with bills of that size.

A set of warm, dry clothes had been laid out in a makeshift changing room. Gina waited outside while I peeled off my wet uniform.

“You got rid of all the birds, right?” I called through the curtain, realizing I’d only seen two come after me, which left one unaccounted for.

“Yeah. Once you got lifted, Captain gave permission to override grenade protocol so we could deal with them faster and get to you. Team C had mostly cleared the area by then, anyway. Pilot’s taking us back to base now.”

“Good.” I caught the reflection of my face in a small mirror while reaching for the dry clothes. My hazel-brown eyes were bloodshot, my usually sun-kissed skin still pale from the cold. But after wringing out my ponytail and pulling on a cozy, fleece-lined getup, I felt much better.

I stepped back into the corridor.

“Now for some hot chocolate,” Gina said. She turned and made for the front of the chopper, and I followed, watching the back of her short, blonde bob and ignoring my smirking colleagues on the way back. I sank into the seat next to my brother in the center of the common area while Gina fixed me a drink in the mini kitchen unit.

Captain Bryce’s eyes lighted on me from the front of the room, and a moment later, he cleared his throat.

“We’ll commence the Stripping, then,” he announced, every syllable tart and sharp.

I recoiled involuntarily and felt the whole room do the same around me.

A verbal stripping for each of us was what it would be—there really was no other term to describe the very detailed performance breakdowns Bryce gave his trainees after every mission. Nor was there any way to prepare for them.

I flinched when his eyes turned to me, but then, apparently changing his mind, he strode to the seats on the far left, the first of which was occupied by Colin Adams, a member of Team B. Bryce stopped less than a foot in front of him and crossed his arms over his chest.

“So, laddie. What made you think popping your first bullet before Zach’s command was a good idea? Did you think you’d earn an extra point for enthusiasm? Were you wanting to get ahead of your colleagues? Naturally trigger-happy, are we? Or is there some great intellect in that hard helmet of yours that I’m missing?”

His blue eyes bore intensely into the Chinese-American, whose face flushed furiously.

“N-No, sir. I’m sorry. I was just… nervous,” he mumbled.

“You might want to take something for that twitchy finger then, eh?”

Colin nodded, swallowing hard.

Bryce moved along to the next trainee: Sarah Lammers, also of Team B and the youngest of our crew.

“And you, Sarah. What made you think it was a good idea to skip to the loo in the middle of a firefight? Couldn’t you have gone a few minutes beforehand? Were you paying no mind to my words before we took off?”

“I just realized that I… really needed to go.” The eighteen-year-old’s cheeks rapidly turned a blotchy pink.

“You should’ve done it in your knickers then and changed later. You put your colleagues’ lives in danger.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir.”

“This isn’t high school anymore, folks, in case you needed reminding. When you’re out on a field mission, your first priority is each other’s safety. Anything else is secondary. Your action this time might not have had significant consequences, Sarah, but in even a slightly different scenario, it could have had very serious ones.”

Bryce moved on to the next Team B member.

“And you, Grayson. What made you think it was a good idea to keep glancing at Louise while you were supposed to be fighting? Do you have a crush on her or something? Didn’t realize the best way to ensure you can keep looking at her is to focus on getting the both of you back to the ground?”

A mortified silence fell over the room. Louise’s eyes were fixed stiffly on the floor, while Grayson’s looked close to