What Did you Do?

David stared in shock at what he saw. He was not sure if sleep deprivation was causing him to hallucinate, or what he was seeing was real. He closed and slowly opened his eyes again, the sight did not change.

"What did you do?" David advanced on his men, the three of them backing away from their leader.

Joe, Brian and Mark backed up until they were against the wall.

David was tired, he was sore, he had been pushed about as far as he could go. And now, he was angry.

Joe was edging away from his angry commander, but froze when David barked "Attention!" They all jerked to a halt and felt themselves snap to attention, years of training betraying their desire to run from the ire of their commander.

"I asked you a question." David's voice was deadly quiet.

David sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as Joe broke into a rambling story.

Steve, who was standing to the side rolled his eyes at Joe's story.

"And that's what happened." Joe finally seemed to take a breath, the others nodding.

"Just fix it." David said in exasperation. He turned to Steve, his second in command and walked away with him, conversing quietly.

"Yes sir." they chorused meekly and moved away from their commander, gathering tools.

David turned to look at the damage. The drivers side mirror had been sheered off of the car body.

Brian shot a look at Mark. "What if...?"

"Shut it. What he doesn't know won't kill us."

"You and your stupid ideas Joe." Mark growled at him.

"Hey, I kept him from killing us, and if we play it smart, he'll never know what really happened." Joe shot back.

The others grumbled as they set to repairing their leaders car.