a humanized take on private origins... i did not describe in detail how old are the boys and how they look like because i decided it is better for your imagination to take charge of that. i hope you find it as an enjoyable version! :3

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Rico rolled his eyes… he could have cared less of what was going on. Listening Skipper drone on and drone on about the letter just sent from England, he is all ready to just get a gun, shoot himself, eat the letter and shoot himself again. Who cares about a royal invitation to a military ball in Buckingham palace? Whatever that is.

"… Yours truly, General Ryan Cameron of the Royal Navy," Skipper finished. "Well, boys isn't that a lot of salmon to swallow?"

Kowalski almost squealed. "We are traveling to the United Kingdom? For a royal military ball?"

Rico coughed. "Gay," he mumbled.

Skipper glared at him. "Well young private aren't you excited to go,"

"What are we going to do there? Stand straight, talk, drink, talk, and… talk?" Rico whined. "It's boring! I wanna stay in Brooklyn instead,"

"First off," Skipper sternly said. "I'm completely ignoring the fact that you haven't gone anywhere outside Manhattan. Secondly, this is a rare, one in a thousand lifetimes chance that you will be ever get a royal invitation to the ball,"

"Imagine the kind of experience you will receive while there," Kowalski added. "Many higher ranking men of our armed forces will never get the same recognition as a royal guest at such a young age. Consider yourself lucky private,"

"I'm not private sir, I'm Rico," Rico grumbled. "I don't want to go, I'm staying here,"

Skipper rubbed his temples. "When are you ever not talking boy?" he whispered.

Rico Boucher, at the tender age of 13, was sent away to boot camp after his father just gave up on him. His reputation as a regular thief and school-ditcher did not give him any help, until his older half-brother, Earnest Skipper, came to the rescue and whipped him into shape, literally. Compared to then and now, Rico is a lot better.

"I can't believe you are making me do this," Rico complained. To control his anger, he bought himself a squishy stress monkey at the airport's boutique. It's not helping

"Relax, it's just a little day's flight over an endless mass of ocean," Skipper said, flipping a glossy National Geographic magazine.

"And expanding," Kowalski stated; confirming the airplane tickets on his smartphone. "The Atlantic Ocean is expanding 1.4 centimeters each year,"

"I'm not scared," Rico grumbled. "Can I just stay in the hotel while you and Kowal-"

"AH!" Skipper interrupted. "Remember? Never use our real names in extremely dangerous public sectors, like the airport. This place is full of unknown threats lurking in every corner. A Charlie could be right under our noses,"

Rico was tempted to look around. "Fine," Rico sighed. "Why can't I just stay in the hotel while you and Alfredo go to the no-fun party?"

Skipper smiled and nodded in content. "NO," he said. He returned to his article on preserved rabid animals.

Gate 7B is now boarding, Gate 7B is now boarding, a lady on the intercom said.

"That's our flight," Kowalski said. Skipper and Kowalski started to roll their carry-ons to their gate. Only Rico stayed behind with his.

Skipper frowned, stopped, and turned around. "RI- , I mean, Johnston! Get over here now!" he yelled.

Rico bit his lip, not wanting to go but fearing the consequences.

"Johnston! ONE!" Skipper yelled. People, who were walking by, stopped and stared at him, then started to walk away quickly

Oh shit! Not the countdown! A very traumatized Rico thought, not the countdown!

"TWO!" Skipper shouted.

"Ohmagawd! The man's got a bomb!" a random woman ran away.

Rico groaned. He started to run towards his captain. "Here sir!"

"You are not going so well boy," Skipper shook his head. "Next time I expect a prompt call back!"

A man, who was witnessing the scene for a while, sipped his espresso and said "Dude are you like some fuckin' military father? Get parenting classes,"

Skipper raised a brow, and gave a menacing look. "I'm sure your wife is busy with your kids while you are here,"

The man backed up. "I don't have a wife…" he whimpered.

"Me either," Skipper grumbled. "Let's go Johnston,"

The three men boarded the plane. They got settled in first class section, a complimentary gift from the general. Rico quickly jammed earphones in his ears. Skipper yanked them off. "Alfredo, Johnston. Listen up men," Skipper ordered. "We are entering a special case mission here and I expect it to run as smoothly as possible,"

Kowalski and Rico nodded. "General Cameron is a special friend of mine and we go way back," Skipper explained. "He is a little deaf from the left ear so when I introduce him to you speak clearly and loudly as possible,"

"Is he like, old or something?" Rico commented. Kowalski gave him a slap on the back of his head.

"No… well, yes, quite old. A retired general actually, but he deserves the upmost respect as being one of the finest military men in the British Armed Forces, he was my inspiration,"

"Does he have any daughters?" Rico laughed. Skipper slapped him on his forehead, quickly following Kowalski's slap on the side.

Skipper frowned. "I expect the best behavior… Rico,"

"AH!" Rico mocked Skipper's tone. "Never use our real names in extremely dangerous public sectors,"

Kowalski chuckled before clearing his throat. Skipper rolled his eyes.

The men were on their way…