Operation: Flanks for nothing.
To GiJoefan985: He is now.
Four months after that, Duke and Flint are in the Nevada desert with Tollbooth, seven other Joes, and a platoon of greenshirts setting up a training field for potential middle-east deployment, when Mainframe drives over in a Recon Sled. "Hawk wants to speak with you, Duke."
"Duke here, General. Tollbooth's men are 80% finished with the construction, sir." He says into the radio, only to look at it strangely a moment later. "Run that by me again?"
"Is there a problem?" Flint asks when Duke ends the call and shakes his head.
"You...you remember that time Cobra gave some of their naval troops gills; well, General Hawk says they seem to have perfected the process." He explains, causing the other two to blanch. "According to Beachhead's report, Dr. Mindbender was using the tropidome to not only turn their soldiers into wolf and bear hybrids, but they...the bastard turned Iceberg into a whale right infront of Snowjob."
"Good lord."/"What should we tell the rest?"
"Fortunately, we were able to save him, although Doc wants him off active duty." Duke adds as he glances to Flint. "I was also told Beachhead requested being sent somewhere with no ice or trees for a while."
"I'll get my office cleared for him, then." The 3IC replies with a nod.
Chapter seventeen.