"Ugh. Do we really need one more man? Grif seems like the dead weight of a COUPLE of men." Simmons complained to himself as he hiked back to the base, Sarge leading and Grif tailing.
"Simmons? Did you say something?" Sarge shouted over his shoulder, never dropping his pace.
"Uh…No sir! I was just trying to keep Grif on track, sir!" Simmons shouted back, lying through his teeth.
Grif, who was at least a football field's length behind him, finally caught up to and fell on Simmons, startling him.
"Whoa!" the two men collided and fell the ground with a THUD!
"Did you just lie to Sarge?" Grif asked, TRYING to lift himself off of the aggravated Simmons.
"I didn't lie to him, I just didn't tell him everything. And how could you hear me anyway? You were eons behind us!" Simmons yelled, pushing Grif off of him and standing up.
"You LADIES done gossiping back there? I'd like to make it back to base some time TODAY!" Sarge yelled, his Southern accent clear in his booming voice.
"Yes sir! Coming!" Simmons said, not even offering to help Grif up.
Grif stood up and dusted off, completely immune to the lack of help.
~Blue Base~
"Dude. Why are we even bothering with this?" Tucker asked as he watched Caboose pace around in the same circle he had been pacing for the last hour.
"We're supposed to get a new recruit sometime today, according to Blue Command. So, we might as well wait for him." Church answered, also watching Caboose, who had just fallen over from dizziness.
"That could take FOREVER! Tucker exclaimed, looking up at the clear blue sky.
"And besides, what if he ends up like him?" he asked, jerking his thumb in Caboose's direction.
"Well, let's just hope that he's not." Church answered, glancing at Caboose, who was still on the ground.
"I hope he is nice. And I hope that we will be friends." Caboose said finally, sitting up and shaking his head.