I'm simply managing my own schedule."
It wasn't that she feared Felicia; she simply refused to waste oxygen on insignificant people.
"Alright then. Your marksmanship is already solid, just keep practicing when you have the time," York told her, resigning himself to the situation.
"Stay safe out there."
With that final warning, he turned and walked away with Colonel Quincy.
Mira flashed a bright smile at the surrounding recruits. "I'm heading out, guys. We'll catch up and spar some other time."
And just like that, she turned on her heel and strutted off.
Felicia was left standing dumbfounded in the middle of the field. She had bent over backward, calling in massive favors just to drag Colonel Quincy out here.
She had banked on using her 'instructor' status to humiliate and torment Mira. She never anticipated that her target would simply walk away without a second glance.
Mira headed straight to her quarters to pack her duffel bag. A few minutes later, Owen called. "The car is pulling up to the main gate now."
With York gone, Callum escorted her to the exit in a military jeep.
Despite only knowing her for two days, the recruits all rallied at the gate to see her off.
Mira passed out the rest of her snacks and handed out a stack of premium vouchers for the Solflare Grand Hotel.
"Take these. Treat yourselves to a decent meal on your next leave."
As the jeep rolled out of the base, she spotted her private convoy. Owen and a detail of security personnel were waiting by the SUVs, eyes locked on the gates.
"Callum, my family is here to pick me up. You don't have to escort me any further," Mira offered.
"I told you guys not to bother. The military was perfectly capable of ensuring her safe return," Callum called out as he parked.
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