Chapter 975
I’ll come pick you up in ten minutes p>
“Got it p>
“Commander Vance isn’t planning on training Boss Mercer personally, is he p>
“Damn straight I am. My student is here, so I’m taking the reins p>
Winifred pursed her lips but didn’t argue.
Mira didn’t care what anyone thought. York was undoubtedly highly skilled, and
having a familiar face teach her made things more comfortable.
Once York left, Winifred led Mira further inside.
“Are you close with Commander Vance p>
“We spent a fair amount of time together during the orientation p>
“Have you kept in touch since p>
Winifred seemed eager to confirm something.
“No, we haven’t spoken since he left the university p>
For some reason, Mira sensed that Winifred breathed a sigh of relief. Not that it was any of Mira’s business.
Her relationship with York was purely professional.
Winifred showed her to a private room on the second floor. It featured a standard metal-framed twin bed, an en-suite bathroom, and a desk with a chair.
Though Mira hadn’t seen other barracks, she intuitively knew regular soldiers didn’t enjoy these kinds of accommodations.
“Your toiletries and towels are right here. If you need anything, let me know. I’m usually in the room by the entrance p>
“Understood. Thank you, Officer Wells p>
The woman seemed decent enough.
After Winifred left, Mira hung up her clothes, stashed her snacks in the cabinet, and got ready to head out.
Winifred returned a moment later. “Here are your uniforms. They’ll make training easier p>
“Thanks, Winifred p>
The base was a sea of green; wearing camouflage was definitely the better choice.
It wasn’t until she arrived that she
realized wearing civilian clothes here made her stick out like a sore
an
thumb, leaving her feeling like an
absolute alien
Mira changed into the fatigues. When she stepped outside, York was already waiting by the door.
His eyes lit up with genuine admiration. “Wow, Mira. You look incredible in uniform. I told you, you were born to be a soldier p>
“Really p>
“Absolutely. Want me to take a few pictures for you p>
York asked.
“Yes, please! Take a bunch. I need to send them to Grandma Eleanor and show off to Owen p>
As they passed the outdoor gym, several soldiers were doing pull-ups, their biceps bulging like iron. On the nearby obstacle course,
camouflaged figures vaulted over low walls with the grace and power of cheetahs p>
The dust they kicked up upon landing was immediately trampled by the next runner sprinting past.
The entire base radiated vitality, power, and unyielding grit.
Before long, the sharp crack of gunfire echoed from the shooting range.
York turned to her. “We’re here p>
“Commander Vance p>
“Commander Vance p>
Several soldiers practicing at the range immediately stopped and saluted.
Sensing their curiosity, York
explained, “This is Mira. She was my student back when I was an
instructor She’s here for a short traming stint p>
“Mira? Wait, is she the p>
one of the soldiers realized.
“Yep, that’s her. Pop singer, renowned entrepreneur, and p>
well, she has too many titles. I can’t keep track of them all p>
Callum Young said, walking over.
“There are no singers or entrepreneurs here, only soldiers. I salute you all for defending our country p>
Feeling a bit embarrassed by the attention, she wanted to show her genuine respect.