“What the fuck is going on here?” Lieutenant Martino shouted, as he and sergeant Monroe approached. Martino’s left arm was bandaged and in a sling. “Why are you pointing that weapon at my trooper?”
“He disobeyed a direct order,” Calor snapped. “And if he does it again, I’m going to shoot the yellow son-of-a-bitch.”
“What order?” Martino asked.
“He told me to shoot the villagers,” Jim told Martino. “Just like that. In cold blood.”
Martino looked askance at Calor. “Is that right? Did you order him to kill those people?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Calor said. “He’s disobeying a direct order in a combat zone. I can shoot him if I want.”
“Bullshit,” Martino said, and unsnapped the holster of his sidearm. “It’s an illegal order. He doesn’t have to obey it. Now, lower your weapon.”
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