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This is a work of fiction loosely based on the character of Terry Thorne established and defined in the movie Proof of Life. It is strictly for entertainment purposes. Please do not copy, publish or alter this work in any way without the written permission of the author.
Basic Training - Chapter TwoBy: Thorne's Rose ©02/2006
He
had been back in the office two weeks when there was a knock on the door and
Jennifer popped her head around. “There’s
someone to see you Jake, are you free?” Jake
looked around his empty office and grinned. “Yep,
I think you could say that,” he said winking at her. “It’s
a soldier Jake, he looks like a high ranking one at that.” “Really?
Show him in.” Jennifer
went back outside and closed the door for a moment. Jake heard her speaking to
his visitor, then heard the deep rumble of a reply and smiled. The
door opened again and Jennifer entered, closely followed by his visitor. “Jake,
this is….” “G’day
Tom.” Jake said smiling as he got up from behind his desk to give the older
man a huge bear hug. “Jinny,
this is Colonel Tom Fisher. My old CO, and incidentally, my godfather too. Tom,
this is my PA Jinnifer Clark.” “nice
to meet you, Miss Clark.” “Hello
Colonel Fisher. It's Jenny, can I get you something to drink?” “Thank
you yes, a coffee would be great, and please, call me Tom.” “Okay…Tom,
coffee coming right up.” Jennifer
left the office and closed the door behind her. Jake noticed that Tom’s eyes
never left her until the door was completely closed. “Nice
isn’t she?” Jake said, smiling at his visitor. “What?
Oh yeah, I guess.” “Okay,
you didn’t come over here to perve at my staff now did you….did you?” “Um,
no of course not, although she’s well worth a second look, is she spoken
for?” “No
she isn’t. I’ll put in a good word for ya if ya want. Now…what’s up?” “Ah
right, well since you’re back on both feet again, I have a little job for you
unless you’re too settled behind that desk.” “Shit
Tom, I’ve been itching to break out of here for weeks now. Whatcha got for
me?” “We
have some new recruits back at the unit. You know the kind. They think they were
born to be in special forces, they don’t need the specialist training, they
don’t need to take orders from anyone. Sound familiar?” Jake
flipped him the bird just as Jennifer re-entered with the coffee. He blushed and
sat on his hands. “Thanks
Jin,” he said quietly. As
Jennifer closed the door grinning to herself, she heard the deep booming laugh
of Tom coming from the office. She giggled at the thought of Jake being
embarrassed at her catching him out for a change. Back
in the office Jake looked thoughtfully at Tom. “What
do you want me to do?” “I
want to you come up and take a look at them. I trust your instant judgment, so
if you think some of them aren't worth the effort, we can ship them back to
their units. Let them think that you are a new recruit as well, one that
doesn’t give a shite for authority.” “Okie
dokie,” replied Jake, “Anything else?” “Yes,
when you make the final selection, I’d like you to head up their jungle
training. Let’s just say that your active reserve status will be jumped up to
just plain active, oh, and by the way, ship your dress uniform up. Don’t bring
it with, ship it to me before you arrive. Don’t want them to get a look at it.
As far as they are concerned, you have no rank, no uniform……no medals!!” Jake
gave him an old fashioned look at the mention of his medals, but agreed to be at
the base in five days time. He asked Tom when he was returning, and offered him
the use of his guest room, telling him that way he could take Jake’s uniform
back with him. Tom
smiled thinking that it would also give him a better chance of meeting up with
Jennifer again before he left. Tom finished his coffee and said goodbye,
arranging to meet up after Jake finished at the office. He made sure to stop at
Jennifer’s desk on his way out of the suite of offices, and headed for the
lift with a slight skip in his step. Jake
stuck his head round his office door and watched Jennifer gazing down the
corridor. He laughed softly, the sound breaking her reverie. As she looked at
him, he stuck his tongue out at her and dodged back into the safety of his
office just as she picked up her mouse mat to use as a missile to fling at his
head. The girls on the reception desk marveled at the way their boss could act like a naughty school boy at times, and at others look like action man, ready to face any danger thrown at him.
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