"Enough!" Abram Phillips, annoyed, yelled at the unruly male soldiers, instantly silencing them all.
The instructor next door touched his nose but chose to remain silent.
These soldiers usually had a high and mighty attitude, it was about time they got what they deserved.
"Bring over the target paper, and let them see clearly!" Abram Phillips said, his face unfriendly, addressing the soldier responsible for target scoring.
Despite his reluctance to believe that Flossie Wright could score fifty, he had seen such incredible feats before, as for all the times Flossie Wright missed the target, her scores were always remarkably high. Hence, he chose to trust her, and he was willing to use the facts to clear any doubts for her.
"Yes sir!" The soldier saluted and earnestly acknowledged.
But as he started to turn around, he ran into Rowdy Brightwill and Drake Easton, who were walking in his direction.
