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A Greenshirt's Guide To G.I. Joe Life By J.T. Magnus, Turbo
Part Sixteen: Down Time
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The Tomahawk was walking the corridors of The Pit, headquarters of Special Anti-Terrorist Task Unit Delta. He had nothing better to do, so he was just walking the corridors of the underground base...
He'd regret doing so.
Standing outside the rec room, he listened in as his second in command and several others prepared for a movie marathon.
"Okay, we've got Spaceballs, Super Troopers, all three Kung-Fu Rabbit movies, Wayne's World, and..."
"And what?" asked a voice Tomahawk recognized as one of the snipers, Low-Light.
"Here's a hint," Turbo answered, starting to sing, "'We're men..."
Barrel Roll caught on and picked it up as Tomahawk looked around the wall and into the room, "'We're men in tights...'"
Sci-Fi popped up from behind the couch in front of the TV and putting his arms on the back added, "'We roam around the forest looking for fights!'"
As the gathered nuts continued singing, Tomahawk quickly made his way as far away as possible towards one of the other rec rooms. Inside, Firewall was introducing Daina to the all-American past-time of mocking bad TV shows and movies.
"Woooooo!"
"Okay, Firewall, let me get this straight. You watch terrible shows and make fun of them the whole time? This is fun for Americans?" The Russian-born sniper asked.
"Yup! Oh, look, The Breakfast Club is on, I LOVE this movie!"
Tomahawk kept walking, shaking his head and wondering again why he had been selected to lead this bunch and again reaching the conclusion that the only reason that made sense was because his father had been the unit's original commanding officer. Unfortunately for everyone, he wasn't his father and the current Joes might have included the previous team, but there were a lot more members that weren't.
Walking down the corridor the computer lab was on, he passed Airwave and Scoop and returned their salutes. After passing each other, they heard a noise like a 'hyah' and the three turned to look at each other, then at the computer lab door.
Through the door, they heard Mainframe's voice saying strange things, "Praying Mantis at the Gates of White Castle! Stinging Fish in Your Pants!"
For a moment, the three in the hall looked at each other before Scoop commented, "You know, sometimes it amazes me that Lockdown and Athena turned out as sane as they did, especially with her mother's family..."
Airwave and Tomahawk nodded agreement before they continued on their ways. After a few more minutes, the general finally decided to stop by the mess hall kitchen to grab something to eat since he had missed evening chow because of paperwork. Once again, he ended up stopping in the doorway. Roadblock was cooking and Stringer, a cameraman who had become part of the team through association with Scoop, was recording it.
"What," he asked the two Joes, "Are you doing?"
Stringer shrugged and rested his camera on his shoulder, "We're trying to make a cooking show video, sir."
"Oh, carry on... Any coffee made?"
"Counter on your left, sir," Roadblock informed him.
"Thanks... And Sergeant?"
"Sir?"
"Good luck," Tomahawk informed him before he walked out.
Outside, he looked down at his coffee before heading to his office, maybe he could write up his own transfer and slip it in with the next batch of orders to be sent to the Pentagon's Special Operation Command. Maybe General Hawk wouldn't catch this one before he got out of this nuthouse...
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Magnus' Law of Warfare: What their troops do on their down time is often not something a commanding officer should know.