THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 120's. Michelle 2's
Michelle walked into the room, this time she was wearing a low-necked blouse, I thought she wanted to stain James on purpose. With the fragrance of the perfume that arrived first before the person.
I saw him walking to James' desk with a meaningful smile. What he wants here.
"James, I was assigned to you by Professor." He gave his letter of duty to the front of James, this girl recklessly to the front line. Has he received self-defense training? Sure he wants to go there?
All the sisters and doctors on duty had gone through four-three days of standard defense training against infected. They have to graduate. If not I sent them to training myself. Is this girl already?
"You've passed the standard self-defense training?" James immediately squinted his eyes at the assignment letter.
"Yet. Is that necessary? What self-defense training?"
"All personnel serving on the front lines must pass through it. You see Jen next to you, she fought hundreds of infected with special forces, her shot score was perfect, once against a newly infected one-on-one whose power was still strong, many times his entourage was ambushed by hundreds infected." James pointed at me proudly while Michelle gawked at the specs of my work.
"really? You've been infected a lot?" He asked me.
"We're mostly working in black zones and pioneer cities, it's a risk. Sometimes infected escapes and breaks through the safe zone and roams inside. The military and civilian nurses who work there are already trained to face the actual infected with only a knife by special forces. Actually everyone in the black zone area should have the ability to confidently win one-on-one by infected. You've never met one infected person before. You're not afraid of having to deal with waves infected tens of thousands in Miami."
James was going to scare him I was going to participate.
"Indeed I haven't just received a blood sample for research. You mean actually killing him himself with a knife?!" Nothing yet he was already shuddering in horror it seemed.
"Yes, the first infected appear, infected can run fast." I laugh. "You missed shooting him or stabbing him, your life also missed the afterlife." He was more confused.
"You hear, you don't have any training specifications, you're not welcome on Michelle's front-line team. Sorry, I'll talk to your boss directly." He returned Michelle's duty letter.
"But there aren't any doctors and civilian nurses on your team."
James deliberately made things difficult for the girl. Actually it could have been if he wanted to come with us could have sent him to training in the second wave because there was a first selection that failed.
"I'm willing to take training! I'm gonna try to graduate." He immediately volunteered so that James would inevitably sigh. "Can't you? Who do you want me to report to? I'll do it." And he was very determined to graduate and follow us to the front lines. I have to help James.
"Doctor Michelle, you should know that besides safety concerns, the front line is where food is limited, only the mere rations of soldiers are sent there. There is no good food like this. You know the food here for us includes fancy food."
"I don't care, it's better I can diet."
"You don't make it up, a smart brain like you should be in a safe city. Let us handle the dirty work. We won't be back before the operation is over, with an incredible area, if you want to go home you might have to hitch a ride on a military truck convoy. I guarantee you won't be at home." Still trying to deflect this girl.
"I'll try to be at home, don't worry about me. Just food won't make me stand back and be a jerk. Okay, so who do I have to report to for physical training?"
We are both looking at it now. It seems that this girl can no longer be stopped.
"Just think about it, don't rush to decide." James still wasn't willing for him to come along and mess with his concentration.
"I'm coming anyway! I've also been assigned to collect data, I'm willing to undergo training as you requested, I guarantee I'll graduate!"
"I think I should talk to the Professor first. You're not supposed to come, I can send data here."
"No need, face to face is better. Anyway I'm coming with you won't be able to get in my way. Once I'm in! Stayin!.Who do I report to?!" Why do I have a feeling this stubborn miss is gonna get us in trouble in Miami.
"Send him to Tom Dawkins." James finally gave up.
Black Zone Miami, it's going to be a long and tiring ride.