"Oh boy what?" a brown-haired head popped up from the not completely
closed bunk.
"Will you stay down there please?!" Hogan shouted, shooting her a glare. The girl seemed to consider something for a moment before answering in a clear voice, ringing with innocence,
"No." The colonel gave her his best stare-very impressive, although generally unused-and Kits loathingly admitted to herself that it rivaled even her mother's "Don't Make Me Say It Twice, Young Lady" look. "Going!" she amended, holding her hands out in a defensive gesture. "Going!" The man turned to discuss something with the members of his first-team, but again the sound of sliding wood alerted them. Kits leaned on the bottom rail of the bunk, contemplating something. "When's lunch?" she asked with a cherubic smile. The sweet angel expression was replaced by a devillish grin that stayed plastered on her face as she cried, "JUST KIDDING," and scrambled down the ladder. The bunk closed for what Hogan sincerely hoped was the last time.
"Look, we gotta figure out what to do. Last time she was here-" The bunk burst open, and Hogan mistook the sound for Kits crawling up the tunnel ladder again. Whirling, he yelled,
"STAY DOWN THERE!" Kinch, who was actually the one arriving, held his hands up and began backing away. He had actually come in before Hogan arrived; planning to check on Baker, who was monitoring the radio while he enjoyed some sunshine topside. His mouth twitching in amusement, he recalled the fact that he had almost mastered the art of imitating a bat, or other underground creature.
"I'm, uh, sorry, sir…" he now stuttered, tossing desperate glances at the men milling around nearby.
Rubbing his temples wearily, the colonel collapsed on a bench by the table, and raised his eyes to peer at his confused sergeant. "I'm sorry. What is it?"
"Well, I just noticed that Kits is back, and well, um, we have another mission, and I just thought you might like to know." He paused before adding, "Both of them, sir."
"Thanks, Kinch. But-" his commanding officer started, but Kinch cut him off with a small smirk.
"You already knew about Kits. I could tell from the screaming." He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the tired officer's expression.
"Yes," the man said. "What's the mission, Kinch?" The radioman suddenly frowned and held out a blue slip of paper. Hogan arched an eyebrow as he read it.
"Your handwriting's improved," he remarked wryly. Last time Kits had so unexpectedly arrived, she had commented on the fact that it would have taken much less time to find the men, and *her* handwriting was better than that. Even Hogan could not help agreeing with the annoying teenager.
Kinch grumbled under his breath, and all Hogan caught was, "Ha ha…" amidst the laughter of the other men. Their raven-haired leader's amusement quickly disappeared, however, when he scanned the message.
"They want us to do WHAT?!?!" he cried, his normally cool composition rapidly disappearing under a mask of disbelief. "I can't believe this! They've gone nuts!" he ranted, jumping up to pace around the small area.
"Yes, sir, that was essentially my reaction, too," Kinch nodded. Hogan barely took any notice, continuing to mutter under his breath.
" 'Ello, mates, wot's the guv'nor upset about?" the British RAF Pilot, Newkirk joined the crowd. Hogan payed no mind, continuing to ramble under his breath, which one had to admit, was very amusing.
"No one knows. He won't stop and tell us. Kinch?" LeBeau questioned the black man, who was coughing to cover up laughter coming from his lips as he watched his normally unruffled commander walk in a circle.
"Hm?" he said, drawing his attention away from the comedic sight. "Oh, yeah, the mission is-"
"Is crazy, is what it is!" Hogan interrupted. The others rolled their eyes. Hogan sometimes did this, and, while amusing, it took a while for him to calm down; by the time he did, however, he usually had a plan. This tirade of London High Command-bashing seemed to be endless.
"Sir, maybe you could tell us? We may have some ideas," Carter suggested tentatively, waiting for a smack or his hat to fall over his eyes. Hogan sighed.
"Hopefully. I know I don't. London wants us to help get some defectors out of Germany," he gestured with his hands wildly. Newkirk blinked. LeBeau grimaced and then, looking rather baffled, spoke up.
"We have done less before, mon colonel. What is wrong?"
"Easy, Louis. Defectors. As in more than one," Kinch started.
"As in fifteen?" Carter said, reading the note Hogan had crumpled and thrown onto the surface of the table.
"FIFTEEN?!" Newkirk cried. He jumped up and began pacing also.
"Sit down before you and me both wear a tread in the floor. I think I have an idea," Hogan said, a glimmer entering his eyes. His men sighed with relief; they had no clue what to do, and the Colonel was usually the one to come up with plans.
"What is it, guv'nor?"
"Whatever it is, it'll have to wait. It's time for roll call," mentioned Kinch, flashing a quick look at his watch.
A voice interrupted their thoughts. "And lunch!" The colonel groaned, leaned back, and flipped his hat over his eyes.
"If I can't see her, maybe she'll go away," he mumbled, cursing under his breath.
"Go thou, and fill another room in Hell-Richard II. I do desire we may be better strangers-As You Like It. You are a candle, the better part burnt out-Henry IV. A pox o' your throat! You bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!-The Tempest. A rascal, an eater of broken meats, a base, proud, shallow, beggardly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted- stocking knave… and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander and the son and heir of a mongrel… one whom I will beat into clamorous whining if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition-King Lear," Kits suddenly said.
The men stared at her until she shrugged uncomfortably. "I had to memorize some Shakespeare," she explained, "and I figured I might as well memorize some of the cooler stuff." Kinch arched an eyebrow, LeBeau rolled his eyes, Carter looked confused, and the Colonel still refused to look at her. Newkirk-always the loner-swung an arm around her shoulders and grinned broadly.
"That's my girl! Right ol' Willie Shakespeare. Pure British!" he defended her enthusiastically. Kits nodded and smiled.
"Of course," was all she said, at once for a loss of words.
"Until he died," Newkirk continued. Kits gasped and looked at him with widened brown eyes.
"Shakespeare's DEAD?!" she cried. After a brief moment of odd looks and mutters, she grinned and said, "Just kidding!"
Hogan rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to tell the men of his master plan.
(A/N: If you want to look up all those Shakespeare quotes, you may-I can give you the Acts at the bottom. I really did have to memorize some of these, and so I also had to memorize where they were from.)
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*grinz* Respectful? To elders? Isn't that a sin or something?
Teachers are evil. 'Nuff said. Well, not all… but a great majority. And if anyone happens to BE my teacher, you're that minority. *smilez winningly* Niff
Wait for the next chapter-coming to a theatre near you. *snortz* HA! I wish… big-star movie… instead, I'm on fanfiction.net. *sigh*
Cya latah!
Kitz, who's basking in the reviews and hoping she'll get more, hint hint, wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more, say no more?
Oh, yes, Shakespeare quotes:
Richard II, Act V
As You Like It, Act III
Henry IV, Part 2, Act I
The Tempest, Act I
King Lear, Act II
"Will you stay down there please?!" Hogan shouted, shooting her a glare. The girl seemed to consider something for a moment before answering in a clear voice, ringing with innocence,
"No." The colonel gave her his best stare-very impressive, although generally unused-and Kits loathingly admitted to herself that it rivaled even her mother's "Don't Make Me Say It Twice, Young Lady" look. "Going!" she amended, holding her hands out in a defensive gesture. "Going!" The man turned to discuss something with the members of his first-team, but again the sound of sliding wood alerted them. Kits leaned on the bottom rail of the bunk, contemplating something. "When's lunch?" she asked with a cherubic smile. The sweet angel expression was replaced by a devillish grin that stayed plastered on her face as she cried, "JUST KIDDING," and scrambled down the ladder. The bunk closed for what Hogan sincerely hoped was the last time.
"Look, we gotta figure out what to do. Last time she was here-" The bunk burst open, and Hogan mistook the sound for Kits crawling up the tunnel ladder again. Whirling, he yelled,
"STAY DOWN THERE!" Kinch, who was actually the one arriving, held his hands up and began backing away. He had actually come in before Hogan arrived; planning to check on Baker, who was monitoring the radio while he enjoyed some sunshine topside. His mouth twitching in amusement, he recalled the fact that he had almost mastered the art of imitating a bat, or other underground creature.
"I'm, uh, sorry, sir…" he now stuttered, tossing desperate glances at the men milling around nearby.
Rubbing his temples wearily, the colonel collapsed on a bench by the table, and raised his eyes to peer at his confused sergeant. "I'm sorry. What is it?"
"Well, I just noticed that Kits is back, and well, um, we have another mission, and I just thought you might like to know." He paused before adding, "Both of them, sir."
"Thanks, Kinch. But-" his commanding officer started, but Kinch cut him off with a small smirk.
"You already knew about Kits. I could tell from the screaming." He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the tired officer's expression.
"Yes," the man said. "What's the mission, Kinch?" The radioman suddenly frowned and held out a blue slip of paper. Hogan arched an eyebrow as he read it.
"Your handwriting's improved," he remarked wryly. Last time Kits had so unexpectedly arrived, she had commented on the fact that it would have taken much less time to find the men, and *her* handwriting was better than that. Even Hogan could not help agreeing with the annoying teenager.
Kinch grumbled under his breath, and all Hogan caught was, "Ha ha…" amidst the laughter of the other men. Their raven-haired leader's amusement quickly disappeared, however, when he scanned the message.
"They want us to do WHAT?!?!" he cried, his normally cool composition rapidly disappearing under a mask of disbelief. "I can't believe this! They've gone nuts!" he ranted, jumping up to pace around the small area.
"Yes, sir, that was essentially my reaction, too," Kinch nodded. Hogan barely took any notice, continuing to mutter under his breath.
" 'Ello, mates, wot's the guv'nor upset about?" the British RAF Pilot, Newkirk joined the crowd. Hogan payed no mind, continuing to ramble under his breath, which one had to admit, was very amusing.
"No one knows. He won't stop and tell us. Kinch?" LeBeau questioned the black man, who was coughing to cover up laughter coming from his lips as he watched his normally unruffled commander walk in a circle.
"Hm?" he said, drawing his attention away from the comedic sight. "Oh, yeah, the mission is-"
"Is crazy, is what it is!" Hogan interrupted. The others rolled their eyes. Hogan sometimes did this, and, while amusing, it took a while for him to calm down; by the time he did, however, he usually had a plan. This tirade of London High Command-bashing seemed to be endless.
"Sir, maybe you could tell us? We may have some ideas," Carter suggested tentatively, waiting for a smack or his hat to fall over his eyes. Hogan sighed.
"Hopefully. I know I don't. London wants us to help get some defectors out of Germany," he gestured with his hands wildly. Newkirk blinked. LeBeau grimaced and then, looking rather baffled, spoke up.
"We have done less before, mon colonel. What is wrong?"
"Easy, Louis. Defectors. As in more than one," Kinch started.
"As in fifteen?" Carter said, reading the note Hogan had crumpled and thrown onto the surface of the table.
"FIFTEEN?!" Newkirk cried. He jumped up and began pacing also.
"Sit down before you and me both wear a tread in the floor. I think I have an idea," Hogan said, a glimmer entering his eyes. His men sighed with relief; they had no clue what to do, and the Colonel was usually the one to come up with plans.
"What is it, guv'nor?"
"Whatever it is, it'll have to wait. It's time for roll call," mentioned Kinch, flashing a quick look at his watch.
A voice interrupted their thoughts. "And lunch!" The colonel groaned, leaned back, and flipped his hat over his eyes.
"If I can't see her, maybe she'll go away," he mumbled, cursing under his breath.
"Go thou, and fill another room in Hell-Richard II. I do desire we may be better strangers-As You Like It. You are a candle, the better part burnt out-Henry IV. A pox o' your throat! You bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!-The Tempest. A rascal, an eater of broken meats, a base, proud, shallow, beggardly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted- stocking knave… and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pander and the son and heir of a mongrel… one whom I will beat into clamorous whining if thou deniest the least syllable of thy addition-King Lear," Kits suddenly said.
The men stared at her until she shrugged uncomfortably. "I had to memorize some Shakespeare," she explained, "and I figured I might as well memorize some of the cooler stuff." Kinch arched an eyebrow, LeBeau rolled his eyes, Carter looked confused, and the Colonel still refused to look at her. Newkirk-always the loner-swung an arm around her shoulders and grinned broadly.
"That's my girl! Right ol' Willie Shakespeare. Pure British!" he defended her enthusiastically. Kits nodded and smiled.
"Of course," was all she said, at once for a loss of words.
"Until he died," Newkirk continued. Kits gasped and looked at him with widened brown eyes.
"Shakespeare's DEAD?!" she cried. After a brief moment of odd looks and mutters, she grinned and said, "Just kidding!"
Hogan rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to tell the men of his master plan.
(A/N: If you want to look up all those Shakespeare quotes, you may-I can give you the Acts at the bottom. I really did have to memorize some of these, and so I also had to memorize where they were from.)
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*grinz* Respectful? To elders? Isn't that a sin or something?
Teachers are evil. 'Nuff said. Well, not all… but a great majority. And if anyone happens to BE my teacher, you're that minority. *smilez winningly* Niff
Wait for the next chapter-coming to a theatre near you. *snortz* HA! I wish… big-star movie… instead, I'm on fanfiction.net. *sigh*
Cya latah!
Kitz, who's basking in the reviews and hoping she'll get more, hint hint, wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more, say no more?
Oh, yes, Shakespeare quotes:
Richard II, Act V
As You Like It, Act III
Henry IV, Part 2, Act I
The Tempest, Act I
King Lear, Act II