Initiating the rookie

Scarlett was in her room and happily organizing her things. Suddenly, a group of guys entered her room lead by their equivalent of “Maverick,” who might have thought he was actually Tom Cruise with how he tried to look exactly like a younger version of him. He spoke to Scarlett with a cocky grin and what sounded like an even cockier voice, “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing? What is your name, Red?”

“Actually it’s Scarlett and it’s nice to meet you all,” she said with a salute and her heels tucked together tightly.

“At ease, rook. Brass ain’t around so no need for the pleasantries,” he said as he took off his 80s style aviators and trying to look at Scarlett’s figure through her fatigues. Scarlett internally groaned at the attitude of this idiot but she kept a cute smile to avoid any problems.

“Anything I can do for you, gentlemen?” Scarlett asked feeling rather uneasy about what the group of men were planning. The men behind the Maverick wannabe chuckled rather sinisterly but quickly stopped when the leader raised his hand.

“Well in this faction, we like to initiate our rookies the best way possible,” he said with a rather evil grin. “Let’s head outside and we can get this started. And don’t think you can outrun us, girlie…” Two of the guys had grabbed Scarlett’s arms and held her tight as they all left from her room.