Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 982

As the officers took turns reprimanding Felicia, Mira prepared to walk away. She was only going to be here for a couple of days and had zero interest in stirring up unnecessary drama.

Just then, one of the officers called out to her. "Wait a moment, miss. You have every right to file a formal complaint against Officer Foster. They will face disciplinary action."

"Absolutely. We cannot tolerate this kind of misconduct."

"Forget it. As you saw, I already hit him back. Consider it a lesson learned."

"You're incredibly gracious, miss."

The officer turned back to Felicia. "Well? Hurry up and thank her."

Under the intense scrutiny of her peers, Felicia looked like she had swallowed a fly. She had just watched her own subordinate get beaten, and now she had to apologize?

This was entirely against Felicia's usual style.

But as an officer, she had to save face. "Thank you, Miss Mercer."

Mira didn't want to drag this out. She gave a curt nod and walked away.

The morning drills seemed to last only half an hour before the troops were dismissed for breakfast.

Mira, having left slightly early, headed straight to the cafeteria.

Breakfast was also buffet-style, offering fried eggs, bacon, toast, black coffee, and oatmeal.

Mira grabbed her usual favorites and sat down to eat quickly, blending in with the early arrivals.

Part of it was because her schedule was tight, but mostly, she didn't want to run into Felicia again and waste her energy.

"Which company are you from? I don't think I've seen you around before."

A soldier sitting nearby asked out of the blue.

"There are hundreds of soldiers on this base. Do you really remember all of them?"

Mira countered.

"But only our battalion eats in this specific hall. There are barely over a dozen female soldiers here, I know all of them."

"Well, you don't know me."

Mira didn't believe for a second that he knew every single woman in the company. More importantly, she was sick of explaining that she was a 'guest trainee.'

She had repeated that phrase too many times since arriving, and it was getting old.

The soldier stared at her intently. "No, you must be a new transfer. If you were a veteran, there's no way I wouldn't recognize you."

"Maybe, just maybe, it's because I'm a prodigy."

"Pfft, talk about full of yourself!"

But by the time he looked up, Mira had already walked away.

...

When Mira arrived at the shooting range, everything was already set up. She glanced at the electronic target with its blinking red bullseye. The distance was still set to 30 feet, likely because her performance yesterday hadn't been stellar.

"Hand me a gun."

Before Instructor Vance could even give an order, Mira grabbed a pistol and took her stance. After a night of mental rehearsal, the weapon felt infinitely more natural in her grip today.

*Bang!*

Before anyone could even react, Mira had already fired her first shot.

"Incredible, you hit the fifth ring!"

Instructor Vance exclaimed, thrilled that she had perfectly retained her progress from yesterday.