Shit

Rina's eyes snapped open.

Sunlight sliced through the window way too bright. Way too late.

Her gaze shot to the clock.

08:47 AM.

"Fuck."

She practically levitated out of bed no powers needed just pure panic.

Uniform half on, half dragging behind her as she hopped on one leg, pulling up her pants.

Boots? Where the hell were her boots?!

Yesterday was medals and applause

Today? Late as hell.

Captain Hunter… the shining star of the military… and she couldn't set an alarm?

"Fuck, fuck, fuck"

She grabbed her jacket, stumbling out the door.

No breakfast. No dignity.

Just speed-running life before the brass noticed.