The Vanishing Girl
“Across the desk Dane Richards sat, hands folded, assessing me. I knew things were bad when he made a special visit to the facility and called me in for a late night meeting just to rip me a new one.
“What were you thinking?” he said.
My eyes lifted from the linoleum floor. Rather than looking at Richards, I focused my attention on one of the plaques hanging behind him. They had words like honor and courage written on them. I was starting to think that I had no idea what those words real...ly meant.
“I was trying to use my skills as a distractor,” I said, my voice hoarse. It had been a day since the simulation, and I still felt as emotionally raw as when I’d been at the club. I’d messed up. Bad.
“Uh huh,” Richards said, appraising me with his eyes. “If I remember correctly, we don’t train our distractors to push their partner while they are holding a loaded gun.”
I didn’t respond, just stared first at Richards, then at the awards mounted on the wall behind him, my jaw clenching.MoreLess
“What were you thinking?” he said.
My eyes lifted from the linoleum floor. Rather than looking at Richards, I focused my attention on one of the plaques hanging behind him. They had words like honor and courage written on them. I was starting to think that I had no idea what those words real...ly meant.
“I was trying to use my skills as a distractor,” I said, my voice hoarse. It had been a day since the simulation, and I still felt as emotionally raw as when I’d been at the club. I’d messed up. Bad.
“Uh huh,” Richards said, appraising me with his eyes. “If I remember correctly, we don’t train our distractors to push their partner while they are holding a loaded gun.”
I didn’t respond, just stared first at Richards, then at the awards mounted on the wall behind him, my jaw clenching.MoreLess
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