(People to Toy Soldiers)
The 87th United States Reconnaissance Division was always known for a certain level of discipline and austerity. Perhaps that was why ‘L Squad’ was always sent as far away from the rest of the troop as possible.
They were a concerted ten-man team, led by Sergeant Maria Divan. She was the only one of the so-called “Loser’s Squad” to have half a chance at advancement. Unfortunately for the rest of her team, she knew it.
“Sarge, why do we need to move like we’re in enemy territory?” Donnie Gret, the squad’s comms-operator, slumped back against a tree with a loud sigh.
Maria’s second, Becky Granille, responded for her. “Because we are in enemy territory, numb-nuts. Ain’t that right, sarge?”
Maria nodded, checking their flanks for the dozenth time. “And you know what that means.”
“No unnecessary chatter.” Her squad chorused, falling in behind her as she raced down t