Court of Command (Age of Angels Book 1) by Milana Jacks

Author:Milana Jacks [Jacks, Milana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Milana Jacks, LLC
Published: 2020-09-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

The next day, at three in the morning, I awoke on my own and ran with my squad. As the miles piled on, people slowed down, but since I’d passed weeks of Michael’s training, I continued up front. My sergeant, a tall fit blonde, seemed pleased, and we ran together. She didn’t initiate conversation, and neither did I. The battle I lost had motivated me, made me realize how defenseless and clueless I was, and if I wanted to find my address and my parents, I would need to learn the military ropes. Everyone in this Court, including Georgia, was a soldier. Everyone besides the civilians living in the city. I didn’t live in the city. I lived up here, next to the commander, and I better prepare for the Marked menace everyone else here prepared for.

When the bells rang, and the groan of hundreds of voices on the field said breakfast, the sergeants shouted to form lines, and everyone moved toward the second level. I’d been receiving food inside my room, but that wouldn’t be the case anymore.

We passed the training section where angels fought, some on the ground, some clashing right above our heads. The first time I’d been here, I’d witnessed sparring, but this felt different, more vicious, with angels swinging real swords and throwing spears at each other. Blood splashed on my cheek. I wiped it off and scanned the sky for Michael. He didn’t train. Of course he wouldn’t. His body looked trained enough.

“Move it,” my sergeant barked. Oh, I’d been standing and staring up. Mumbling a sorry, I jogged after my squad, who dragged their feet, and like sheep, we filed into the second level and away from the field, where I had run for what felt like hours. People stopped to gag and some broke ranks to vomit on the side. I swallowed bile and moved toward the line formed before a man I remembered from the day the world changed, the one who told me to go see about my wound.

He held up a ladle. “This squad faced the Marked and lost most of its men. It will eat last.”

“It’s the new girl’s fault,” a soldier up front said. “She infiltrated our ranks. Got fucking lost, I heard.”

Hoping nobody noticed, I stood within earshot of this conversation, and now I felt my face heat up.

“I have orders,” the man said.

“That’s not fair,” another soldier said. “Ducklings should eat last because at least we Death Diggers faced the Marked, whereas they’ve never even seen one.”

The man laughed. “The Ducklings eat first, and it’s back to training for you, Death Diggers.”

Protesting erupted. People shouted, and a sergeant I hadn’t seen before tried to calm them down. This lasted for what felt like forever while I almost stole the ladle from the man’s hand and whacked him over the head with it.

The Death Diggers filed away and settled near the wall at the right side of the line. The man with his assistants scooped from the large pots before them and into the bowls presented to them.

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