Sit-reps.
A few weeks later.
Tripwire, Frostbite, Roadblock, and Short-Fuze were heading to the base entrance after a supply run when Frostbite notices someone outside a third floor window on a scaffold, and points him out to the others. "What's the weather like up there, Air'?" Roadblock asks Airtight, who is running a squeegee across the window.
"Who and how?" Short-Fuze asked next, he and the other three already knowing the "why" part.
"Beachhead; after those physicals the other day, i got the idea to give him some new furniture." Airtight tells them while wiping the squeegee.
Flashback to four hours ago.
Beachhead is entering his office, which was across the hall from Flint's, and stops. He notices something is off, but dismisses it with a grumble after seeing none of those somethings missing, so he sits down at his desk. After a minute of writing the roster for tomorrows P.T., he heads to the pencil sharpener on his file cabinet, only to finally notice when he sees that the top of it is at chin level, when it should be at the base of his neck. "Wut da hell?" He asks, then turns to his desk, which on closer inspection, is both a few inches bigger, and that the phone on it is facing a bit more to the right.
After a short growl, he heads to Duke's office. "-other of mine got another warning fro...Something wrong, Beachhead?" Duke asks, having been telling the other members of the "top Four" about another letter from Vince's base commander.
"Some bahstad messed wit' mah owffice, ah want da M.P.'s here naw ta find da sum'bitch!" He yelled.
Duke raises a hand up before speaking again. "Before we do that, what exactly are you referring too?" After Beachhead explains, and Scarlett and Lady-Jaye stop laughing about it, Duke calls the base's security office. A few minutes later, one of them shows up. "Pvt. Callaway, I want you and Sgt. Snuffles to-" Duke starts to say before he is interrupted.
"Sgt...Snuffles?" Beachhead asks aloud, before looking back and forth between him and the dog. "Dat da best yuh could come up with?"
"We, uh, we ran out of names." Duke told him while looking away sheepishly. After the Sgt. sniffed around, he leads his handler to the elevator and down to the lab. "Figured as much." Duke says, before calling Airtight over.
End flashback.
"And after that, i ended up assigned to this for a week." Airtight tells them.
"I assume after this you gonna resume?" Roadblock asks him.
"Definitely; It'll take more than this to shut down Yo Jovial inc." He replies, placing his knuckles on his hips and looking up at nowhere in particular while the other four look to each other and groan.
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