3. If Shipwreck and/or Clutch think its a good idea for fun, it will end in disaster.
"Uhh, you sure about this, Shipwreck?", asked Dial-Tone as he Torpedo, Grunt, and Falcon looked at the huge slingshot that Clutch was putting the finishing touches on.
"Ah quit worrying D.T., it'll be fun!", the sailor said.
"Yeah,", said Clutch, "We tested it three days ago, it's A-OK!"
Shipwreck grinned as he began to explain, "All you gotta do is strap on the helmet and parachute, get in the slingshot, trigger the release mechanism, fly over the Pit, and activate your 'chute. It's perfectly safe. In fact, I'll demonstrate!"
Shipwreck strapped on his gear and got into the slingshot. He licked his finger and raised it to test the wind direction, grinned, and pulled the lever.
"WHOO-HOO!!!", He yelled as he catapulted into the air. He soared across the Pit, cackling like a maniac. Once he started his descent, he pulled the rip cord and his parachute opened. He glided back down to earth, then he picked up his walkie-talkie and radioed back, "C'mon guys, whatcha waitin' for?!?!?!
Torpedo grinned and climbed into the slingshot.
"Ready, Torp?", asked Clutch.
"Yeah, pull the lever, ya crazy landlubber!", the SEAL said as the VAMP jockey yanked the lever.
"COWABUNGAAAA!!!!", he yelled, flying across the base. A few seconds later he opened his chute and glided down, landing on top of the motor pool.
Dial-Tone went next, "WHOOOOAAAA!!!!", he hollered as he shot over the base. He pulled his chute rather late, but he managed to land in the middle of Beach Head's obstacle course. "Wow that was actually pretty fun Clutch!", He radioed back.
"Told Ya!", the grease monkey radioed, as Grunt took off. "WHEEEEE!!!!", He screamed until he yanked the rip cord, the laughed as he landed outside the base perimeter.
"Grunt's the one to beat Falcon.", said Clutch, as the Green Beret strapped on his parachute.
"Don't worry, I'm going into the next county, Clutch!", Falcon said getting into the slingshot. as soon as he got in, he began to yank the lever without allowing Clutch to aim the slingshot.
Now, this is where everything went wrong.
Had Falcon allowed Clutch to properly aim the slingshot, he would've been flung a good distance away. But in his haste he yanked the lever and flew on a flat trajectory.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!", he shrieked as he crashed through a window!
"OMIGOD, FALCON ARE YOU OKAY?!!" Clutch screamed over the radio.
"Well I've got good news, and bad news.", Falcon radioed, "The good news is that I'm okay."
"And the bad news?", asked Clutch.
"I crashed into Flint's quarters and got an eyeful of him and Lady Jaye gettin' busy.", he gulped.
"Uh-oh.", Clutch whimpered in terror.
"Uh-oh is damn right." Flint growled over the radio.
"Umm is Falcon gonna be okay?" Torpedo asked. He, Shipwreck, Clutch, Dial-Tone, and Grunt were standing in front of Stalker's desk.
The field commander narrowed his gaze, "Oh he'll be fine, Doc and Lifeline were able to pull the javelin head out of his butt cheek. He's still getting his ears carpet bombed by Duke last I heard.", he answered.
He then addressed the group as a whole, "So let me get this straight: Shipwreck and Clutch talked you men into using a human slingshot, which wound up shooting Falcon into Flint's quarters, where Flint and Lady Jaye were having some 'fun', correct?
They all nodded. "Don't you all know by now, the road to hell is paved by Shipwreck and Clutch?!! You all know better, you should never do anything they suggest for fun. As for your punishment, Grunt, Dial-Tone, Torpedo, you've got two week's K.P. starting now. Dismissed.
The three filed out not looking forward to cleaning grease traps.
"Do you two have anything to say for yourselves?", Stalker asked Shipwreck and Clutch.
"Before you punish us, can I at least have my turn on the slingshot?", Clutch asked hopefully, earning him a slap from Shipwreck. "OW!", he yelped.
Stalker glared, "You wanna act like children? I'll treat you like children.", he snarled.
An hour later, much to their embarrassment, Cover Girl dropped off some reports to Stalker. Upon Stalker's explanation she promptly burst into laughter, and took a picture of their predicament. The model then took the liberty of texting the picture of the two numbskulls to everyone in the Pit, making Shipwreck and Clutch the base laughingstocks for weeks.
After all, it isn't everyday you see a sailor and soldier standing in a corner timeout in a Sergeant's office like a pair of naughty kindergarten boys!
A/N: Sorry for the delay y'all, I got sick and had to rest a while. But I'm feeling better now so I finished this chapter.
Rule 4 coming soon!