Rachel McKinley
Charlie sat on the couch in her shared suite. Her group members have long gone to sleep in the various beds, cots, and makeshift sleeping bags all over the floor. She was busy on her laptop, typing up her detailed report of the day. She was still unsure why Fury wanted her on this mission, so Charlie wrote down every flinch and every stutter that her fellow recruits made over the day.
It was approaching sun up on Friday morning when Charlie finally closed her laptop and returned it to its hiding spot behind the communal refrigerator. After excruciating long days of training and her detailed reports on top of it, Charlie was lucky to get an hour or two of sleep a night. It wouldn’t be long until her detailed reports became less detailed if she planned on surviving this mission.
Before any of the other recruits could wake up, Charlie started a pot of coffee, took a big stretch, and rubbed the exhaustion from her eyes.
“Look who’s up early, as usual,” Rachel McKinley; a pompous, know-it-all, and arrogant recruit; sauntered up to Charlie.
“Good morning, McKinley,” Charlie greeted the blonde recruit with an over the top smile.
“Don’t you ever sleep?” Rachel hissed.
Charlie shrugged, “sleep is for the weak,” she teased as she poured herself a cup of the still brewing coffee.
“You’re not going to make it very far.”
Charlie raised an eyebrow at her, “Is that so?”
“It’ll be a miracle if you make it past today’s test,” Rachel continued.
“It sure will be,” Charlie said. She refused to give into Rachel’s mind games and she found it far too entertaining to see how frustrated Rachel would get when Charlie wouldn’t react negatively.
“If I have anything to do with it, you will never be an agent, Wyatt,” Rachel growled.
Charlie smirked, a purple shimmer passed over her iris’. A shimmer that would be missed even by the most well-trained eye. “Good thing you have nothing to do about it.”