Snippet #1843751

As the intercom droned on, Fiona stopped hitting the punching bag. Shaking her head she tried to get the strands of hair that had fallen out during her workout. Sighing, she wiped the hair back using the sweat on her forehead to get it to stick. Unwrapping, her hands she stripped the bandages off of her hands, knuckles still red from the beating. This was her stress relief. She threw the bandages into her bag off to the side. It had all of her workout equipment in it and she never left her room without it when she was staying in the base. The woman pulled her hair down from the ponytail holding it and reset it in a low ponytail; her attempts to make herself more presentable. She knew she was meeting up with the rest of the team today so her choice in blowing off steam came at the wrong time. Though she wasn’t the only one in the gym, another person was there besides of herself. And unlike her, he actually went to take care of himself before lunch. Yeah. I probably should have done that too… Oops.

Grabbing her bag she threw it over her shoulder and headed for the mess hall. Shifting the bag around she pulled out her ID from the side pocket. Her bare feet padded on the cold floor. She knew the issues others had with her not wearing shoes or even socks, but she didn’t care. It was her own health not theirs. She had on long black stretch pants that she wore any time she went to workout and a loose fitting t-shirt; a dark green v-neck with a small left pocket. The shirt covered only half of the massive scar on her right arm, the most major part of it. It wasn’t something she wanted to explain on the first day. In fact, if she never had to, the happier she would be. As far as she was concerned this team was only being thrown together to take out a threat on a short term basis. It would be better not to grow attached to her new teammates and take the risk of losing them.

Knowing that she only had a certain amount of time to get to the mess hall, Fiona quickened her steps until she reached the guard. She showed him her ID, ignoring his piercing gaze and headed into the room glad that the other solider was the one getting yelled at for nearly missing lunch. As she put the badge back into the pocket, she swept her gaze around the room. She found the table easily seeing there were already people there eating. Heading over to the line, she waited trying to decide what she wanted. In the end, she got her favorite meal; spaghetti with melted cheese on top and butter bread. The bread was the best part in her opinion. After workout meals always deserved the best food.

Leaving the line with her meal and normal tap water, hating the mineral water, she headed over to the table where there were now four; three men and another female. Sweet, I’m not the only girl. Not going to be raped. She thought bitterly to herself. Taking in the present people’s appearance she was able to pick out the leader just by the way he was looking (of course all of them kind had the same look in a way), taking in everything. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen the people before, but she’d never spoken to them. Not even the man she’d left behind from the gym. Okay, not like I talk too much of anyone, anyways… Sighing to herself she sat her plate and cup down at the table before pulling her bag off her shoulder, putting it under the table and then sat down herself. She nodded to those present knowing her time to speak would come soon. The woman began eating as she listened to the other woman talk and then the male from the gym. She twirled her fork around the plate. Her stomach grumbled and she knew she would have to stop skipping breakfast. She ate a few bites before she piped in.

“I’m Fiona.” She stated giving her normal name and not the code name she hated so much due to her gymnastics skills that made her seem to fly. She really wished the name had dropped off or that she would be given a new one, but to no avail. Maybe this time it’ll happen. Yeah…