Okay… Hope you're having fun… I am… So, let's see what we can do now.
"Okay, getting some pairs of gloves was easier than I expected…" Boxer admitted, "Didn't even have to be sneaky about it…"
"Yeah… Might've been more fun if we actually had to do something more than just ask for them…" Pete nodded as he pulled on the first glove, "It's gonna be good to get another win over those SEALs…"
"Hey, you've got to win first before you get the bragging rights…" Ben grinned, "Besides, my boys are better…"
"We'll see about that…" Jack winked and stretched his arms.
"Too bad you can't compete today… With that leg of yours…" Ben raised his eyebrows in a cocky way, he probably planned to raise just one of them.
Jack pressed his tongue against his cheek, studying the cast on his left leg for a few seconds as he wiggled his toes. "I've got two things in mind that I possibly could do…"
"Oh yeah? What?" Ben asked as he folded what looked like strong arms over his chest.
"What Pete suggested earlier. Simple handstand contest." Jack shrugged, then he guided his leg down from the chair Boxer had been sitting on earlier, and got up and grabbed one of the spare pairs of what was either latex or nitrile gloves. "Think I could do this too…"
"YOU! SIT. DOWN. RIGHT. THIS. SECOND!" Boxer boomed as soon as he saw what Jack was doing and realized what kind of plans he had.
"Make me." Jack chuckled and hopped out onto the open floor, "You water babies want a 3rd contender or should one of these two resign…?"
Theo let out a laugh, "Ben, I think it's your turn…"
"Yeah, Chief…" Kyle grinned, "This totally has your name written all over it."
"He's just kidding…" Boxer growled as he pinned Jack with a glare that would make just about anyone else step down, "He's not doing this."
"I am." Jack shot back, leaving no room for discussion.
"You're in that mood, right?" Boxer sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, "The stubborn as a damn mule mood…"
Jack shrugged with a grin, "I don't know about that. But I'm competing here."
Boxer pinned the bridge of his nose with a couple of fingers, clearly not liking Jack's determination.
"Let the gimp decide for himself if he wants to compete or not…" Ben chuckled, "I doubt it would be the first braindead decision of his life…"
"Okay-okay…" Boxer let out an exasperated sigh, "But we need one ground rule then…"
"Let's hear it…" Oscar shrugged.
"No one tries wrestling him off his hands. Okay?"
"Okay…" Greg nodded.
"Does that mean we can try to wrestle the other two of you off your hands?"
"Yeah." Boxer nodded.
"Well, in that case, we should have one that gets a wrestlepass too…"
"Okay. Pick one." Pete shrugged,
Oscar and Greg both pointed at Ben instantly.
"I want to try to kick one of those two off their hands…" Greg shrugged when he saw Ben's expression.
"Yeah, me too…" Oscar agreed, "Plus, I've never seen you walk on your hands…"
"Okay, fine… Suits me well…"
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"Okay, your goal is to get furthest." Allie explained, "The four of you get to pull every dirty trick you can think off, as long as it's not obvious that we'll need more beds here from what you're about to try and do…"
She gestured to Boxer, Pete, Oscar and Greg. They nodded.
"You are not allowed to push or shove Jack or Ben in any way, or do anything else to make them fell faster. Deal?"
All of the men on the floor nodded again.
"As a result of that, Jack and Ben… You're not allowed to push anyone else either…"
"Okay." Jack nodded, Ben did the same.
"Okay, starting line is behind that line of grey tiles, so walk or hop on over to that line…"
"Yes ma'am…" all of the competitors answered in unison.
"Oh, and one more thing!" she snapped her fingers to get their attention as they had already started moving towards the grey line of tiles, "Once you're no longer on your hands, you can't try to topple anyone."
"Once you're down, you're dead. Got it…" Ben nodded and looked at the two others from his team.
Jack and the other Delta's nodded.
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Allie signaled that they could start, and the first four kicked up to their hands. The shoving and kicks started almost immediately. Boxer was the first one to take someone else out was Boxer who took out Greg.
"Aw, come on!" the SEAL cried out in frustration, "Old men should not manage stuff like that!"
His frustration probably didn't shrink when Box chuckled as he kept on marching on his hands.
Jack looked over at Ben, "Maybe we should get going too? The three still standing has got a couple of yards head start now."
The next person to go down was Pete, after a short upside down match with Oscar. He didn't collapse the same way as Greg had, but lost since he lost his balance and his feet came back down on the floor.
"And then they were two…" Ben chuckled, feeling more confident about their chances now that it wasn't a 2 on 1 situation out there any more.
"Yeah…" Jack nodded before he held his arms ready, "Come on…"
Ben nodded but let Jack kick up alone. Then once Jack was seven-eight feet away he did the same.
He went down immediately as soon as he tried to take the first 'step', much to the Delta's entertainment.
"Well… What can I say?" Ben sighed as he stood back up and brushed off his clothes, "Never really tried that before…"
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Oscar headed towards Boxer. The Delta was a few yards ahead of him, but that didn't really matter, this was a distance race –not a speed race.
He still hurried over though. The faster he got there, the less time he would have spent walking on his hands, the less tired he would be.
He made it up side by side with Boxer raced a step or two ahead of him and waited. As soon as he deemed Boxer's arm within reach of his own, he lifted his left arm and balanced on his right.
He had almost grabbed Boxer's right wrist when he realized the fault in his plan as what felt like an army boot connected with his thigh just hard enough to send him way off balance.
He tried regaining his balance, he really tried, but to no use. He ended up with his back to the floor.
"And the winning team of this event, is the Delta's!" Allie grinned and expected Jack and Boxer to kick back down to their feet, or foot.
But that didn't happen.
The two oldest Delta's kept on waggling towards the corridor.
"Uhm…" Cooper started before he cleared his throat to speak up, "Someone better go after them. Stop them before they reach some stairs or the elevator…"
"You're kidding." Duncan chuckled and turned to Coop, taking in the blond's serious expression before adding a slightly concerned "Right?"
Coop shook his head gently as he kept his eyes on the four legs looking like shark-fins sticking up in a sea of hospital beds, "Nah… I've heard stories…"
"You're kidding…" Pete frowned, but kept a sliver of hope in his voice.
"No…" Coop shook his head, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips, "I know it's hard to believe now, but they were once as young as us… -And according to Charlie, they were extremely competitive…"
There was a second where both the other Delta's looked a little dumb folded before either of them managed to react.
"You're saying Charlie, your brother Charlie…" Pete started with wide eyes, "The guy that once toppled a car with his bare hands because someone dared him to, and said that he probably couldn't do it… You're saying that guy called them extremely competitive?"
Cooper looked up, shrugging his left shoulder. "It's not that hard to flip a car on its side… You just need to get the rocking and timing right."
"Have you…?"
"When my Boxer revealed that Charlie had done that once, I had to try…" Cooper answered with a sheepish grin.
"When?"
"Back home right before we made the Unit… A few friends and I went to the junkyard… Figured someone would be pissed if we just found a random car to test it on, plus… Eric's dad owns the junkyard so…"
"You mean to say you flipped a car and didn't tell us?" Duncan's hands were flying around aimlessly as he didn't know how to process that information.
"Yeah…"
"Didn't happen…" Pete shook his head, "If I did something like that, I'd tell everyone I met."
"Next time you guys come visit California, I bet I could dig up the footage." Cooper chuckled, "Eric's dad had to film it."
"That's something I've gotta see…" Duncan chuckled, "A blond maniac flipping a damn car…"
"Enough about that…" Cooper snapped the fingers of his left hand and pointed to the four shark fin legs that were about to exit the room by now, "Somebody please go stop them…"
"Yeah. On it!" Pete snapped his head around and hurried after the two oldest.
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"Why don't you just give up…" Boxer drawled, but Pete could hear the strain in his voice.
"Give up?" Jack laughed between panting breaths, "Ya oughtta know by now, that ain't in my vocabulary…"
"Stubborn Dalton kid!" Boxer panted.
"You ain't no better Claude…" Jack stopped momentarily to balance on one hand while the forearm of his other hand went up to wipe away sweat from his eyes.
"I ain't got a damn broken leg!"
Pete stayed back to watch how this could possibly unfold.
"Well, it ain't bad…" Jack countered, "Besides, I can't see how ya keep your balance with that shitty form you've got!"
"My form might not be pretty, but it works…" Boxer shot back, and Pete realized he would have to interfere if he wanted an quick end to this.
"Hey, guys…"
Both of them stopped. On their hands.
"Need you back in there…" Pete jerked his thumb over his shoulder, even though he knew neither of the two stubborn delta's were watching. "So… Why not call a raincheck on this little show-off stunt?"
"Nah, we gotta see who wins…" Jack drawled, his accent thicker than usual.
"We won. Delta won." Pete tried, knowing that wasn't what Jack meant.
"Nah, I've gotta beat this stubborn jerk…" Boxer moved the elbow that was closest to Jack a little, as if he was pointing with it.
Rolling his eyes, Pete realized words were lost on the two Texans and promptly stepped forward and pushed Box off balance.
"HEY!"
"You lost…" Pete smirked, as Jack got back down to his good foot in a controlled manner, "Now, let's get back in there… Jack, you need a shoulder?"
Jack stood with one hand up against the wall for support, and nodded. "First I need 15 seconds…"
"I need a raincheck on this…" Boxer frowned as he got himself to his feet, and scowled over at Pete.
"Yeah, I need one too…" Jack nodded, "This is one thing I need to win fair and square…"
"OR lose… Fair and square…" Boxer suggested.
"Nah, win…"
Okay… That's it for today! Hope you're having a freaking great day!