Was that it? In one swell foop, all her hopes of completing what she needed to do was thrown in the trash can of i-don't-care-enough-to-listen-to-you. "But Captain Sir," Lucy stammered. "This is my brother we are talking about. Would you really deny this request?" With pleading in her eye, she gazed at the stern face of the commanding Captain Stork. "Yes, Private Lucy. That is my final word. Frankly, I don't care if you ever see your brother again. You have a job to do, and nothing should get in the way of that." With those terrible words, he stomped off, leaving a bedraggled army woman behind. Lucy was crushed, but she kept a tough look on her face. This was not the kind of place where you could be vulnerable. no one cared what you felt, they only cared if you could execute directions to a tee, no questions asked. With a sigh, she marched off to her cabin. Once inside, she collapsed on her bed. Slowly, she opened a small bag, worn and tattered from many years of use. a picture of a middle aged woman holding a little baby was what she pulled out. "It wasn't even taken that long ago," She thought, a tear coming to her eye. Poor little Lon. To come to the States, only for this to happen to him. Lucy clenched her fist, and slammed it on the bed. Whatever it took, she would get him back.
yes, i meant to say swell foop instead of fell swoop. =P credit to @saberdragon73 for the story prompt i used for this! Tell me what you think!! <3
