59 Dodge Part 2 (2/2)

”For all that is sacred in this world why in the world why is someone like you here? You look like a shriveled pair of ball sacks you old fuck. You have long passed the time to have any sort of midlife crisis so why are you here now?”. Sergeant Freeman got up close to Desmond's face as he yelled at him, some spit even flew on Desmond's face.

In response to the Sergeant's questions, Desmond saluted than replied, ”I am here because I have recently noticed how much of a worthless piece of shit I am sir Freeman. So, I came here in hopes of bettering myself to one day be useful”.

Desmond had a cold sweat hoping he wouldn't get beaten up by Sergeant Freeman for five minutes straight like the last guy. He had extended worse, but he still didn't like the pain.

”You think I need you to tell me that you're a piece of shit I have eyes, so I can already see that are you trying to tell me I'm blinded”.

”No, Sergeant Freeman sir”.

Just like private Roy, Desmond got head butted in the face. He stumbled a bit but didn't fall or kick up any dirt that could have landed on Sergeant Freeman's cloths which he was most happy about.

”It looks like your reflexes are complete shit, get your butt to the front right now you will help demonstrate how things are done”. Sergeant Freeman pointed to the open field as he shouted at Desmond to hurry up.

Desmond was forced to stand in a wide open field all alone while the Sergeant instructed everyone on what was going to happen.

”listen up everyone I am going to launch these balls at that idiot right their his only goal is to not get hit. If he does than for every time he gets he gets another lap around the facility on top of the run he is already supposed to do and the same goes for all of you”.

Ready for what was coming Desmond thought it was going to be easy to dodge the ball thrown at him. Until he blinked and found he was now looking at the sky. The ball thrown by Sergeant Freeman was enchanted to accelerate once thrown and return to the hand of the person who threw it.

On the floor in a daze Desmond was getting yelled at again by the Sergeant and forced to continue. Every ball was thrown in a straight line, but Desmond failed to dodge any of them. Every time he thought he dodge one ball a wall would pop from the ground rickashaying the ball towards Desmond.

He was pelleted from all sides relentlessly that's when Desmond realized what the first day of training was for. It wasn't to instruct anyone just break them down so the Sergeant could work with what was left.