"Flossie Wright!"
"Present!"
Having just disassembled several guns and put them back into the box, Flossie Wright helplessly responded.
Cassie Ferguson's voice was so loud that she, of course, heard it loud and clear.
She had a good idea of what was going on.
But—
Ever since she had arrived at the Forces, she had always been used as a negative example, and it was rare for someone to want to use her as a positive one. The idea felt somewhat awkward to Flossie Wright.
Standing up, Flossie Wright turned towards Dallion Collins, standing straight and still.
Turning to the side, Dallion Collins glanced at her from afar and commanded in a clear voice, "Come here."
"Yes, sir!"
Flossie Wright responded vigorously.
Following that, she clenched her fists and placed them on her hips, trotting forward until she stood firm in front of Dallion Collins, then relaxed her fists and let her arms fall.
She stood there, perfectly straight.
