Casualty Reports.
Back at Joe Headquarters, Scarlett was in the monitoring room speaking with Flint. "Foxtrot Tango has left the tennis court, lost the shuttlecock to Mike Bravo, should return by 1711 hours; over." He reported.
"Roger Foxtrot, will have dinner ready by then; over and out." Scarlett replied, then lowered her head. "Son of a bitch!" She said, a snarl on her face as she kicked the chair next to her.
"Whoa! Don't take it out on me, ma'am." Sparks asked, having been thrown off by the blow.
"Sorry, just gets me hacked off knowing this makes three strikes." She told him as she and Green-shirt Seward help him back up.
"Got it, now to get Cutter on the horn to see who has the cooler, keep your fingers crossed." Sparks replied as he dusted himself off and got back in his seat. "Hotel Quebec calling Charlie Tango, report status; over." He asks over the radio.
"Charlie here. We've got the cooler; lost my lunch in the process, don't ask; over." Cutter replied.
"...Copy that, will place it in the shed when you get back; over and out." Sparks said, then he and Seward turn to Scarlett.
"Looks like the next inning just started." He tells her.
"Nice, but can't throw the pitch till we know who's on third." She says, and gives a glance. "And if you say "I don't know"..."
"Yes, ma'am." He answers, moving a thumb across his neck; then both laugh before she whistles "take me out to the ballgame".
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