Time on the Base
Disclaimer: Same as before. The Gamma Unit and Task Force are mine, however. The lyrics of Powerman 5000 the End is Over or KC and the Sunshine Band aren't mine though. Eau de Shipwreck is the creation of Red Witch.
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"Chief, what the hell are you doing?" Sergeant Dominic Rossalvo asked SEAL EMC (Electrician's Mate Chief) Robert K. Brewster.
"Wiring up a killer sound system, what does it look like sarge." Brewster replied.
"Chief, we've got some more of those old sub woofers from the Enlisted Club." QM1 (Quartermater 1st Class) Gregory Wassner, a lanky German with a sparse growth of beard, reported.
AB3 (Aviation Bosun's Mate 3rd Class) "Scuttle" Walders and DC3 (Damage Controlman 3rd Class) Armand D'Artagnan were unloading speakers and spools of wire. The two were good buddies, with Scuttle being the surveillance expert and Armand being the close quarter battle expert.
"Whatever, it isn't gonna work and I know it. It's a good thing I brought a boom box." Rossalvo cracked.
"Sarge. This sound system's not gonna work, I'm telling you. I bet that I'll kiss Beach Head full on the mouth if it does." Dominic Rossalvo added.
"You're on Ranger." Brewster replied with a lopsided and toothy grin, "On the lips."
"WHAT! Hell no! Just on the cheek." Rossalvo replied.
"On the lips." Brewster insisted.
"Oh OK. No tongue." Rossalvo replied.
"Full tongue action." Brewster replied.
"What! No way! I'm not gonna kiss Beach Head with full tongue action." Rossalvo shouted.
"Fine, church wedding tongue. You know, like in the Wedding Singer." Brewster added.
"Speak of the Devil." Bilby groaned from his cot, which was on the Gamma side of the hangar. The various units had partitioned the old hangar off into various little warrens. In the center was a TV with VCR and DVD players attached as well as a couple satellite phones. The Gamma Unit cots were to the left as you entered the hangar, they were surrounded by mosquito net and chest high sandbags with a crude arch-like entryway with a sign that had the words: Gamma Territory: Enter at Your Own Risk. The four SEALs cordoned off the right corner and the Air Force guys had their little corner going inward of the hangar along the wall to the right as you entered. The Rangers occupied the rest of the hangar with the helicopter pilots living in trailers along the edge of the tarmac.
Beach Head came into the hangar just at that moment, "Ah, for once I'm in a place where the people are half resembling military personnel."
At that moment a booger flew across the hangar and narrowly missed Beach Head. "Well, I guess that leave Cass out of it." Bilby replied, indicating Leroy Hoffman, sitting on a folding lawn chair with a guitar picking his nose with one hand.
Right about then Stoney danced to some disco music on his walkman wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and flip flops with his trademark loud tye dyed headband. "Everybody! Come on sound your funky horn!!!"
"C'mon Chief, get that sound system running, this singing is driving me nuts!" Wassner shouted from the floor.
"WHOOP!" Chief shouted as he fell off of a crossbar.
"CHIEF!" Armand yelled and shoved a cot underneath him.
"No need to worry DC3, I've got a length of bungee cord around my waist." Brewster replied, "I'm done up there anyway."
Chief cut himself free with his dive knife and trundled off to make a few connections on the CD player, AM/FM radio, 8 track and tape player system he had put into the Navy side of the hangar.
"QM1, she's ready for a test. Will you do the honors?" Brewster said.
"Gotcha Chief." Wassner replied, taking a Powerman 5000 CD from his CD wallet.
"Slip back. Slip back in time. Before everything was gone. Do you converse with the universe? And let them know that they were wrong? It's all over. The end is over. So let's do it again and again and again."
The lyrics blared so loudly that Beach Head who was leaning on a large amplifier was projected like a pinball into a wall by the soundwaves.
"Uh, I think I should tone the volume down a tad." Wassner replied.
"Ya think." Chief replied, holding his ears.
As Beach Head rose shakily to his feet, he noticed a short, somewhat squat sergeant with a Ranger tab sewn into the sleeve of his desert utilities. "Oh thank God. At least you Rangers have some semblance of a normal military..."
That was about as far as he got before the sergeant kissed him full on the mouth.
"GAAGGGHHHH!!! What kind of insane universe do you come from!!!!" Beach Head shouted, "Get away from me! Get away from me!"
Beach Head ran screaming across the tarmac, knocking over a couple of other Gamma operators on the way. "He needs to really go on vacation or something." Armand remarked.
"Nah. Can you imagine Beach Head in a speedo?" Stoney remarked.
"Stoney!!!" came the shout from all of the Gamma operators in hearing distance, "You are forbidden from speaking of that ever again!"
"I don't know, I think it would be a sexy sight to see." Scarlet said as she walked into the hangar, "Now where's Captain Fetterman, I need that latest report on Heartless activity."
"He's out back." Bilby replied, walking out of the hangar with his rifle and pack again.
~ ~ ~ ~
Bilby trudged across the trail through the glade that the Joes had made on the base. It was good to be back with his old buddies from the unit, but lately he had been needing a lot more time alone. He could sum up everything that was getting to him with just one word. Akima.
He could see Lance and Kitty sneaking out the dojo for one of their little secret rendezvous. He smiled despite himself, the romantic inside him wasn't entirely dead, he was just on life support. It was the little things he missed most of all, taking walks in the park, watching movies late in the night and falling asleep in front of the TV, driving Beach Head crazy. They had been doing this for over a week now and were unaware that Spirit and Stormshadow knew all about these little jaunts but let Lance go on them anyway since he drew strength from his relationship with Kitty. They waved at him as he trudged across the trail at a fairly steady clip and he waved back, belatedly as there was quite a lot on his mind.
He could almost see her now, her wry smiles, her constant hope, and her care for her people. Everything he loved lost to the Heartless. Akima, his family, his buddies killed throughout the years in God knows how many firefights. Akima's death was the most tragic at the time, because it was most recent. There was so much in his mind right now and he needed to clear his head. There had once been a desire for love, but because of the Heartless and COBRA's deception there remained nothing aside from a burning desire for vengeance and a great agony.
"Vae Victus. Suffering to the conquered. Only you, Mindbender, will be the one conquered. If I lay eyes upon you, you will die slowly and with great agony because I'll shoot you in the guts and let you bleed out into your own chemicals." Bilby grumbled.
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Not ten minutes after he had waved at Bilby trudging down the trail Lance saw Cover Girl, Hedaya, and Shipwreck walking by. He wasn't supposed to leave the dojo unless authorized and Goofy and Donald had to always be nearby as well as a Gamma security detail. This was as good a bust as any and Avalanche rolled his eyes and braced himself for the ultimate tongue- lashing.
"I must admit, Avalanche and Shadowcat, that was one clever idea you had to sneak out during Lance's rest hours." Shipwreck began, "But as Torpedo once told me, 'If you aren't cheating you aren't trying.' And you maties are definitely trying."
"Have you guys seen Bilby anywhere?" Hedaya asked.
"He was on one of his long walks again." Lance replied.
"Great, thanks." Cover Girl replied, winking at them, "Now I'd hurry, Blind Master and Spirit just locked themselves into their secret bar with Logan, Hank, Xavier and even Stormshadow."
"Have fun you two." Hedaya replied, "That's an order."
"What are you, Beach Head now!" Shipwreck quipped as he playfully whacked Hedaya behind the head.
Hedaya was about to reply he heard footsteps approaching and turned to one side. He could see a rather lean, muscular fellow carrying a tiny assault pack with a 12 gauge shotgun with a headband wrapped around his forehead. He recognized him as DC3 D'Artagnan, the Frenchman with a fresh haircut he had received after having been on an eight month long deep recon mission. "It seems the trails are in use."
Behind him was his buddy, a fellow with longish hair that stuck out under his camouflage boonie hat. He recognized him as the guy the other SEALs called Scuttle. He was an eccentric character who had been a former narcotic's officer with the Miami Police Department before he joined the Navy. He and Armand were inseparable pals from what Hedaya could see. Scuttle carried his M-16 like it was an extension of his body. Despite the jokes that the other SEALs made about him, Scuttle was every bit alert and capable.
"Well howdy do fellas." Scuttle said, "How goes it here in the woods?"
"It goeth fine Sir Scuttle." Hedaya replied, remembering Chief's advice to just humor the eccentric 'long-haired' operator.
"Dude, that guy needs a drug test." Corporal Grover Kiley (aka Shades), a Gamma operator walking with the two SEALs said to his buddy, Mario.
The Hispanic lad with the trio, Sergeant Mario Juarez agreed, "Yeah, but he's pretty silent when he needs to be."
At that time, Scuttle released a fairly noisome and nasty smelling spray of gas from his trousers. "Oh man, that's worse than feeding Blob anything that is even VAGUELY Mexican." Shipwreck moaned.
"Yeah, you still owe me about fifteen more days of diaper duty after you fed Chili Con Carne with extra tobasco sauce to not only the Blob but to BOTH your babies." Cover Girl replied.
"Courtney, will you please have mercy on me? I swear I thought the Chili was baby food." Shipwreck replied.
"Hector, chili con carne and strained carrots do not even remotely look alike." Cover Girl replied.
"Whoa. Whoa!" Scuttle replied, "Save that for when..."
Before he could say, "You're married" three hands clamped over his mouth, "Scuttle!" they all shouted.
"What, all I was gonna say was..." Scuttle began.
"Have a nice pack of M&M's, the jumbo sized bag!" Armand shouted, and threw it at Scuttle.
"Ooh! Peanut butter M&M's, great!" Scuttle replied.
"We gotta take care of the stench from Scuttle's stink bomb attack before we all die of gas poisoning." Mario replied, as he picked up a glass bottle with the label Eau de Shipwreck on it.
"On second thought, don't use it." Hedaya said, spying the label, "I know just what to do with it."
Hedaya tossed it behind him into the road. The bottle shattered and none of the group saw Beach Head angrily storming down the road and slip on the bottle's contents, smearing himself with Eau de Shipwreck in the process.
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"He was just here, boy he's sure being sloppy. I'm reading his trail like an open book." Armand said, as they trekked towards a plateau just off base.
"Sloppy and distracted. There's a lot on this guy's mind." Hedaya groaned, "Bilby, do I always have to chase you down every time you've got guard duty."
"You'd think he'd want to spend time in a nice house instead of a crowded hangar." Scuttle quipped. He got several pissed off looks from everyone but Armand, "What did I say?"
"Let's just say Bilby's under a lot of stress and leave it at that." Cover Girl replied.
"OK, I won't mention to him about the Titan mission, his girlfriend being a mole or..." Scuttle replied.
"Scuttle, you're my best friend and all," Armand said, "But shut the hell up."
"OK." Scuttle replied, and started singing, "Three stooges are better than one..."
"SCUTTLE!!!!" came the shout from the other six people in the patrol.
"OK, OK, I'll shut up!" Scuttle groaned, "Boy you Army guys are no fun."
"Go Navy." Shipwreck whispered conspiratorially.
"Guys..." Armand said, tapping the arguing five people. Scuttle was gesticulating wildly, apparently he took the no talking ordinance a little too far. He was flapping his arms like a bird and waddling like a duck. Armand saw what he was talking about and was trying to get their attention.
"What?" Shipwreck said, "Scuttle, what the hell are you doing? I don't have time for charades."
Just then the sky went dark as several ducks came flying in a massed swarm down the skylines. "AAGGGH!!!!" Shipwreck shouted, diving behind a boulder.
"Boy you mates suck." A familiar Australian voice sounded, "You couldn't sneak up on a deaf elephant."
Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder and saw two camouflaged faces behind him. "BLIMEY!" Bilby shouted and practically jumped eight feet into the air like an armadillo being hit by a car.
"Relax Shipwreck, I don't think those birds were after you." Hedaya quipped.
"Good. Because it's bad enough Courtney's ticked off at me over the chili disaster last night, now I don't need Polly ticked off either." Shipwreck added.
"Eau de Shipwreck put in an appearance again, eh?" Cover Girl remarked.
Hedaya whistled to himself, "Billions of blue blistering barnacles! Do you know how DEADLY that stuff is? I'm still having nightmares about ducks!" Shipwreck yelled.
"You dream about ducks. Wicked man, I get some weird dreams too you know." Scuttle remarked.
"Bad Scuttle! No dream stories!" Armand shouted.
"In fact, I once dreamt of a brontosaurus tap dancing in the passageway in the barracks last night..." Scuttle remarked.
Just then a scream echoed from the base, it sounded like Beach Head followed by a chorus of quacks. "I think I know where that bottle of Eau de Shipwreck landed." Hedaya laughed.
"HELP! SOMEBODY! SAVE ME!" Beach Head shouted, "Where's Shadowcat's stupid dragon when you need it?"
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Up next: Beach Head has some up close and personal encounters with amorous waterfowl, a mission gets planned, and Craig and Paul make their first appearance.
Disclaimer: Same as before. The Gamma Unit and Task Force are mine, however. The lyrics of Powerman 5000 the End is Over or KC and the Sunshine Band aren't mine though. Eau de Shipwreck is the creation of Red Witch.
~ ~ ~ ~
"Chief, what the hell are you doing?" Sergeant Dominic Rossalvo asked SEAL EMC (Electrician's Mate Chief) Robert K. Brewster.
"Wiring up a killer sound system, what does it look like sarge." Brewster replied.
"Chief, we've got some more of those old sub woofers from the Enlisted Club." QM1 (Quartermater 1st Class) Gregory Wassner, a lanky German with a sparse growth of beard, reported.
AB3 (Aviation Bosun's Mate 3rd Class) "Scuttle" Walders and DC3 (Damage Controlman 3rd Class) Armand D'Artagnan were unloading speakers and spools of wire. The two were good buddies, with Scuttle being the surveillance expert and Armand being the close quarter battle expert.
"Whatever, it isn't gonna work and I know it. It's a good thing I brought a boom box." Rossalvo cracked.
"Sarge. This sound system's not gonna work, I'm telling you. I bet that I'll kiss Beach Head full on the mouth if it does." Dominic Rossalvo added.
"You're on Ranger." Brewster replied with a lopsided and toothy grin, "On the lips."
"WHAT! Hell no! Just on the cheek." Rossalvo replied.
"On the lips." Brewster insisted.
"Oh OK. No tongue." Rossalvo replied.
"Full tongue action." Brewster replied.
"What! No way! I'm not gonna kiss Beach Head with full tongue action." Rossalvo shouted.
"Fine, church wedding tongue. You know, like in the Wedding Singer." Brewster added.
"Speak of the Devil." Bilby groaned from his cot, which was on the Gamma side of the hangar. The various units had partitioned the old hangar off into various little warrens. In the center was a TV with VCR and DVD players attached as well as a couple satellite phones. The Gamma Unit cots were to the left as you entered the hangar, they were surrounded by mosquito net and chest high sandbags with a crude arch-like entryway with a sign that had the words: Gamma Territory: Enter at Your Own Risk. The four SEALs cordoned off the right corner and the Air Force guys had their little corner going inward of the hangar along the wall to the right as you entered. The Rangers occupied the rest of the hangar with the helicopter pilots living in trailers along the edge of the tarmac.
Beach Head came into the hangar just at that moment, "Ah, for once I'm in a place where the people are half resembling military personnel."
At that moment a booger flew across the hangar and narrowly missed Beach Head. "Well, I guess that leave Cass out of it." Bilby replied, indicating Leroy Hoffman, sitting on a folding lawn chair with a guitar picking his nose with one hand.
Right about then Stoney danced to some disco music on his walkman wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and flip flops with his trademark loud tye dyed headband. "Everybody! Come on sound your funky horn!!!"
"C'mon Chief, get that sound system running, this singing is driving me nuts!" Wassner shouted from the floor.
"WHOOP!" Chief shouted as he fell off of a crossbar.
"CHIEF!" Armand yelled and shoved a cot underneath him.
"No need to worry DC3, I've got a length of bungee cord around my waist." Brewster replied, "I'm done up there anyway."
Chief cut himself free with his dive knife and trundled off to make a few connections on the CD player, AM/FM radio, 8 track and tape player system he had put into the Navy side of the hangar.
"QM1, she's ready for a test. Will you do the honors?" Brewster said.
"Gotcha Chief." Wassner replied, taking a Powerman 5000 CD from his CD wallet.
"Slip back. Slip back in time. Before everything was gone. Do you converse with the universe? And let them know that they were wrong? It's all over. The end is over. So let's do it again and again and again."
The lyrics blared so loudly that Beach Head who was leaning on a large amplifier was projected like a pinball into a wall by the soundwaves.
"Uh, I think I should tone the volume down a tad." Wassner replied.
"Ya think." Chief replied, holding his ears.
As Beach Head rose shakily to his feet, he noticed a short, somewhat squat sergeant with a Ranger tab sewn into the sleeve of his desert utilities. "Oh thank God. At least you Rangers have some semblance of a normal military..."
That was about as far as he got before the sergeant kissed him full on the mouth.
"GAAGGGHHHH!!! What kind of insane universe do you come from!!!!" Beach Head shouted, "Get away from me! Get away from me!"
Beach Head ran screaming across the tarmac, knocking over a couple of other Gamma operators on the way. "He needs to really go on vacation or something." Armand remarked.
"Nah. Can you imagine Beach Head in a speedo?" Stoney remarked.
"Stoney!!!" came the shout from all of the Gamma operators in hearing distance, "You are forbidden from speaking of that ever again!"
"I don't know, I think it would be a sexy sight to see." Scarlet said as she walked into the hangar, "Now where's Captain Fetterman, I need that latest report on Heartless activity."
"He's out back." Bilby replied, walking out of the hangar with his rifle and pack again.
~ ~ ~ ~
Bilby trudged across the trail through the glade that the Joes had made on the base. It was good to be back with his old buddies from the unit, but lately he had been needing a lot more time alone. He could sum up everything that was getting to him with just one word. Akima.
He could see Lance and Kitty sneaking out the dojo for one of their little secret rendezvous. He smiled despite himself, the romantic inside him wasn't entirely dead, he was just on life support. It was the little things he missed most of all, taking walks in the park, watching movies late in the night and falling asleep in front of the TV, driving Beach Head crazy. They had been doing this for over a week now and were unaware that Spirit and Stormshadow knew all about these little jaunts but let Lance go on them anyway since he drew strength from his relationship with Kitty. They waved at him as he trudged across the trail at a fairly steady clip and he waved back, belatedly as there was quite a lot on his mind.
He could almost see her now, her wry smiles, her constant hope, and her care for her people. Everything he loved lost to the Heartless. Akima, his family, his buddies killed throughout the years in God knows how many firefights. Akima's death was the most tragic at the time, because it was most recent. There was so much in his mind right now and he needed to clear his head. There had once been a desire for love, but because of the Heartless and COBRA's deception there remained nothing aside from a burning desire for vengeance and a great agony.
"Vae Victus. Suffering to the conquered. Only you, Mindbender, will be the one conquered. If I lay eyes upon you, you will die slowly and with great agony because I'll shoot you in the guts and let you bleed out into your own chemicals." Bilby grumbled.
~ ~ ~ ~
Not ten minutes after he had waved at Bilby trudging down the trail Lance saw Cover Girl, Hedaya, and Shipwreck walking by. He wasn't supposed to leave the dojo unless authorized and Goofy and Donald had to always be nearby as well as a Gamma security detail. This was as good a bust as any and Avalanche rolled his eyes and braced himself for the ultimate tongue- lashing.
"I must admit, Avalanche and Shadowcat, that was one clever idea you had to sneak out during Lance's rest hours." Shipwreck began, "But as Torpedo once told me, 'If you aren't cheating you aren't trying.' And you maties are definitely trying."
"Have you guys seen Bilby anywhere?" Hedaya asked.
"He was on one of his long walks again." Lance replied.
"Great, thanks." Cover Girl replied, winking at them, "Now I'd hurry, Blind Master and Spirit just locked themselves into their secret bar with Logan, Hank, Xavier and even Stormshadow."
"Have fun you two." Hedaya replied, "That's an order."
"What are you, Beach Head now!" Shipwreck quipped as he playfully whacked Hedaya behind the head.
Hedaya was about to reply he heard footsteps approaching and turned to one side. He could see a rather lean, muscular fellow carrying a tiny assault pack with a 12 gauge shotgun with a headband wrapped around his forehead. He recognized him as DC3 D'Artagnan, the Frenchman with a fresh haircut he had received after having been on an eight month long deep recon mission. "It seems the trails are in use."
Behind him was his buddy, a fellow with longish hair that stuck out under his camouflage boonie hat. He recognized him as the guy the other SEALs called Scuttle. He was an eccentric character who had been a former narcotic's officer with the Miami Police Department before he joined the Navy. He and Armand were inseparable pals from what Hedaya could see. Scuttle carried his M-16 like it was an extension of his body. Despite the jokes that the other SEALs made about him, Scuttle was every bit alert and capable.
"Well howdy do fellas." Scuttle said, "How goes it here in the woods?"
"It goeth fine Sir Scuttle." Hedaya replied, remembering Chief's advice to just humor the eccentric 'long-haired' operator.
"Dude, that guy needs a drug test." Corporal Grover Kiley (aka Shades), a Gamma operator walking with the two SEALs said to his buddy, Mario.
The Hispanic lad with the trio, Sergeant Mario Juarez agreed, "Yeah, but he's pretty silent when he needs to be."
At that time, Scuttle released a fairly noisome and nasty smelling spray of gas from his trousers. "Oh man, that's worse than feeding Blob anything that is even VAGUELY Mexican." Shipwreck moaned.
"Yeah, you still owe me about fifteen more days of diaper duty after you fed Chili Con Carne with extra tobasco sauce to not only the Blob but to BOTH your babies." Cover Girl replied.
"Courtney, will you please have mercy on me? I swear I thought the Chili was baby food." Shipwreck replied.
"Hector, chili con carne and strained carrots do not even remotely look alike." Cover Girl replied.
"Whoa. Whoa!" Scuttle replied, "Save that for when..."
Before he could say, "You're married" three hands clamped over his mouth, "Scuttle!" they all shouted.
"What, all I was gonna say was..." Scuttle began.
"Have a nice pack of M&M's, the jumbo sized bag!" Armand shouted, and threw it at Scuttle.
"Ooh! Peanut butter M&M's, great!" Scuttle replied.
"We gotta take care of the stench from Scuttle's stink bomb attack before we all die of gas poisoning." Mario replied, as he picked up a glass bottle with the label Eau de Shipwreck on it.
"On second thought, don't use it." Hedaya said, spying the label, "I know just what to do with it."
Hedaya tossed it behind him into the road. The bottle shattered and none of the group saw Beach Head angrily storming down the road and slip on the bottle's contents, smearing himself with Eau de Shipwreck in the process.
~ ~ ~ ~
"He was just here, boy he's sure being sloppy. I'm reading his trail like an open book." Armand said, as they trekked towards a plateau just off base.
"Sloppy and distracted. There's a lot on this guy's mind." Hedaya groaned, "Bilby, do I always have to chase you down every time you've got guard duty."
"You'd think he'd want to spend time in a nice house instead of a crowded hangar." Scuttle quipped. He got several pissed off looks from everyone but Armand, "What did I say?"
"Let's just say Bilby's under a lot of stress and leave it at that." Cover Girl replied.
"OK, I won't mention to him about the Titan mission, his girlfriend being a mole or..." Scuttle replied.
"Scuttle, you're my best friend and all," Armand said, "But shut the hell up."
"OK." Scuttle replied, and started singing, "Three stooges are better than one..."
"SCUTTLE!!!!" came the shout from the other six people in the patrol.
"OK, OK, I'll shut up!" Scuttle groaned, "Boy you Army guys are no fun."
"Go Navy." Shipwreck whispered conspiratorially.
"Guys..." Armand said, tapping the arguing five people. Scuttle was gesticulating wildly, apparently he took the no talking ordinance a little too far. He was flapping his arms like a bird and waddling like a duck. Armand saw what he was talking about and was trying to get their attention.
"What?" Shipwreck said, "Scuttle, what the hell are you doing? I don't have time for charades."
Just then the sky went dark as several ducks came flying in a massed swarm down the skylines. "AAGGGH!!!!" Shipwreck shouted, diving behind a boulder.
"Boy you mates suck." A familiar Australian voice sounded, "You couldn't sneak up on a deaf elephant."
Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder and saw two camouflaged faces behind him. "BLIMEY!" Bilby shouted and practically jumped eight feet into the air like an armadillo being hit by a car.
"Relax Shipwreck, I don't think those birds were after you." Hedaya quipped.
"Good. Because it's bad enough Courtney's ticked off at me over the chili disaster last night, now I don't need Polly ticked off either." Shipwreck added.
"Eau de Shipwreck put in an appearance again, eh?" Cover Girl remarked.
Hedaya whistled to himself, "Billions of blue blistering barnacles! Do you know how DEADLY that stuff is? I'm still having nightmares about ducks!" Shipwreck yelled.
"You dream about ducks. Wicked man, I get some weird dreams too you know." Scuttle remarked.
"Bad Scuttle! No dream stories!" Armand shouted.
"In fact, I once dreamt of a brontosaurus tap dancing in the passageway in the barracks last night..." Scuttle remarked.
Just then a scream echoed from the base, it sounded like Beach Head followed by a chorus of quacks. "I think I know where that bottle of Eau de Shipwreck landed." Hedaya laughed.
"HELP! SOMEBODY! SAVE ME!" Beach Head shouted, "Where's Shadowcat's stupid dragon when you need it?"
~ ~ ~ ~
Up next: Beach Head has some up close and personal encounters with amorous waterfowl, a mission gets planned, and Craig and Paul make their first appearance.
