Eric awoke on the couch in his family's Living room; he woke to the sounds
of Lincoln Park, Curly and a couple of his friends doing their homework on
the floor, his dad, in a chair by his feet, watching the Brickyard 400 on
T.V, His mom, in the kitchen, making Deviled Eggs, and Laura, in a chair by
his head, reading Sylvester Stallone's "Paradise Alley". Eric smiled, as he
pulled out his raptor; he loaded a dummy shell in (One that only 'flash'es
and 'bang's, but launches no projectile) and fired.
Curly kicked his feet up in the air in surprise, and his friends covered their heads with their hands; Sam yanked on the reclining arm of the chair so hard, he tipped the chair over, Laura tossed her book high in the air and fell backwards; And from the kitchen, Eric heard a crash. Once Sam realized it was Eric, he looked around for a hole, before realizing it was a dummy. Laura smacked Eric's arm and crossed her arms, as she turned a brilliant shade of candy-apple red. Curly took off his shoes and tossed them at Eric.
"You realize," said Eric "You'll never get 'em back"
"We could've been chucking popcorn at a staff sergeant and we DIDN'T?" Said Curly's Friend, Andy Macaw.
"Staff Sergeant?" said Eric "But I'm."
"A corpral?" finished Laura "Wesly promoted ya, bud"
"Wesly?" said Eric, confused "When did YOU talk with Wesly?"
"He's in the kitchen" said Sam
Then, Eric heard Colonel Wesly's voice from the kitchen;
"Well, now I see what you did wrong, Leslie" he said to Eric's mom "You need to mix less mustard, more mayo"
Eric cocked an eyebrow
"The Colonel so graciously offered to help fine tune your mother's deviled egg recipe" explained Sam
Eric got up and walked into the breakfast nook, positioned adjacent to the living room, and then into the kitchen, where Colonel Wesly was waving his beret above a large wooden bowl, next to Leslie.
"Good to eat, but rank'r than an admiral!" he said, grinning. Eric walked up to the bar at the edge of the kitchen, and put his elbows down on the table
"Didn't know you could cook, sir" said Eric
"Damn straight" said Wesly "Jenna (Colonel Wesly's Wife) can't cook, so that's my job!"
"That," said Leslie, pointing to Eric "Is the tyrant, that at the 4th of July picnic in '21, ate 4 dozen deviled eggs, and then asked if we had any more!"
Colonel Wesly chuckled
"Umm, sir, what are you doing HERE?" inquired Eric
"That's a good question. Staff Sergeant. look behind you." Said Wesly
Eric hadn't seen Marc and someone else at the table playing 7-card Draw. The other man wore a jumpsuit, and was clad in a belt of charges, he had a fair amount of decorations, those of a 1st lieutenant maybe, and a nameplate on each breast that read "Myles"
"Sergeant Simmons," said Wesly "I'd like you to meet our newest officer, 1st lieutenant Byron Myles"
Eric shook lieutenant Myles' hand. He was of Indian descent, had fluffy, jet-black hair, and had small, glimmering crystals covering his chin like a goatee; yes, he was a shiner.
"Part of the forgotten?" asked Eric
"ERIC!" Scolded Leslie
"Sorry, mom" quipped Eric
"Hey, don't worry," spoke Myles, in a beautiful, oily, bass voice "At least he don't call me a shiner!"
"Lieutenant Myles," interrupted Colonel Wesly "Is part of the Ghostalker program, and is the only one of his kind in the great state of Texas!"
"What'd the feds stick YOU with?" pondered Eric
"Rail gun," said lieutenant Myles, smugly
"Holy Shezus!" said Eric "Are you serious??"
"Yup," replied Myles
"We're gonna be rather crowded tonight" said Leslie, everyone now in the room
"How so?" asked Laura, sweetly
"Well, there's me, Sam, Curly, Eric, Andy, Bonnie" started Leslie
"Stop right there" said Eric "How come?"
"Curly asked" said Leslie
"Me, Lieutenant Myles, Sergeant Bonner" said Colonel Wesly
"How come?" quipped Curly
"I can answer that," said Sam "Men of war are ALWAYS welcome in this house"
"I'll remember that the next time our hospital ward gets overcrowded" joked Wesly
"And Laura" Finished Eric
"How come?" asked Curly
"Because. she's pretty" said Eric sarcastically
"Works for me" Sam responded
"Oh, come on you guys!" said Leslie, crossing her arms
"C'est la vie Mesdames et messieurs!" said Eric, gently kissing Laura's hand
And for the first time in his life, Eric saw someone blush so hard they turned purple; Laura.
Bismilah!
-Freddie Mercury, Bohemian Rhapsody
Curly kicked his feet up in the air in surprise, and his friends covered their heads with their hands; Sam yanked on the reclining arm of the chair so hard, he tipped the chair over, Laura tossed her book high in the air and fell backwards; And from the kitchen, Eric heard a crash. Once Sam realized it was Eric, he looked around for a hole, before realizing it was a dummy. Laura smacked Eric's arm and crossed her arms, as she turned a brilliant shade of candy-apple red. Curly took off his shoes and tossed them at Eric.
"You realize," said Eric "You'll never get 'em back"
"We could've been chucking popcorn at a staff sergeant and we DIDN'T?" Said Curly's Friend, Andy Macaw.
"Staff Sergeant?" said Eric "But I'm."
"A corpral?" finished Laura "Wesly promoted ya, bud"
"Wesly?" said Eric, confused "When did YOU talk with Wesly?"
"He's in the kitchen" said Sam
Then, Eric heard Colonel Wesly's voice from the kitchen;
"Well, now I see what you did wrong, Leslie" he said to Eric's mom "You need to mix less mustard, more mayo"
Eric cocked an eyebrow
"The Colonel so graciously offered to help fine tune your mother's deviled egg recipe" explained Sam
Eric got up and walked into the breakfast nook, positioned adjacent to the living room, and then into the kitchen, where Colonel Wesly was waving his beret above a large wooden bowl, next to Leslie.
"Good to eat, but rank'r than an admiral!" he said, grinning. Eric walked up to the bar at the edge of the kitchen, and put his elbows down on the table
"Didn't know you could cook, sir" said Eric
"Damn straight" said Wesly "Jenna (Colonel Wesly's Wife) can't cook, so that's my job!"
"That," said Leslie, pointing to Eric "Is the tyrant, that at the 4th of July picnic in '21, ate 4 dozen deviled eggs, and then asked if we had any more!"
Colonel Wesly chuckled
"Umm, sir, what are you doing HERE?" inquired Eric
"That's a good question. Staff Sergeant. look behind you." Said Wesly
Eric hadn't seen Marc and someone else at the table playing 7-card Draw. The other man wore a jumpsuit, and was clad in a belt of charges, he had a fair amount of decorations, those of a 1st lieutenant maybe, and a nameplate on each breast that read "Myles"
"Sergeant Simmons," said Wesly "I'd like you to meet our newest officer, 1st lieutenant Byron Myles"
Eric shook lieutenant Myles' hand. He was of Indian descent, had fluffy, jet-black hair, and had small, glimmering crystals covering his chin like a goatee; yes, he was a shiner.
"Part of the forgotten?" asked Eric
"ERIC!" Scolded Leslie
"Sorry, mom" quipped Eric
"Hey, don't worry," spoke Myles, in a beautiful, oily, bass voice "At least he don't call me a shiner!"
"Lieutenant Myles," interrupted Colonel Wesly "Is part of the Ghostalker program, and is the only one of his kind in the great state of Texas!"
"What'd the feds stick YOU with?" pondered Eric
"Rail gun," said lieutenant Myles, smugly
"Holy Shezus!" said Eric "Are you serious??"
"Yup," replied Myles
"We're gonna be rather crowded tonight" said Leslie, everyone now in the room
"How so?" asked Laura, sweetly
"Well, there's me, Sam, Curly, Eric, Andy, Bonnie" started Leslie
"Stop right there" said Eric "How come?"
"Curly asked" said Leslie
"Me, Lieutenant Myles, Sergeant Bonner" said Colonel Wesly
"How come?" quipped Curly
"I can answer that," said Sam "Men of war are ALWAYS welcome in this house"
"I'll remember that the next time our hospital ward gets overcrowded" joked Wesly
"And Laura" Finished Eric
"How come?" asked Curly
"Because. she's pretty" said Eric sarcastically
"Works for me" Sam responded
"Oh, come on you guys!" said Leslie, crossing her arms
"C'est la vie Mesdames et messieurs!" said Eric, gently kissing Laura's hand
And for the first time in his life, Eric saw someone blush so hard they turned purple; Laura.
Bismilah!
-Freddie Mercury, Bohemian Rhapsody