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A Trooper's Guide to Cobra Life
By J.T. Magnus, "Turbo"
Part Eighteen: The Enemy
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"What are they doing?"
Cobra Trooper Roger Burne turned to look at Trooper Max Dyne, "What?"
Dyne shrugged, "I said what are they doing now?"
Burne groaned, "I am so sick of you asking that same question, Princess!"
"Hey, you have the stupid scope, I can't see a thing! Do you expect me to sit around for hours on this stupid mesa overlooking the Joe base and play tic-tac-toe in the sand or something?"
Burne couldn't believe it, they had been on this assignment long enough that he knew the members of G.I. Joe by sight if not by name.
"They're doing the exact same thing our guards do, they're standing there talking. The guards yesterday stood there and talked, the guards tomorrow will stand there and talk, unless something happens, they're always going to be standing there talking. Next time you ask me what they're doing, you'll get the same answer - standing there talking."
Dyne waited a few minutes, "What do you think they're talking about?"
"I hate you."
Almost an hour later, Dyne broke the silence again, "What's that?"
Burne looked through his scope, "Looks like a car or something, a jeep, maybe, custom job... We'd better report it."
"Man," Dyne grumbled, "We're part of an army of thousands, they're what? Fifteen men? Are the Humvees they've got not good enough? Why do they get a tricked out car?"
"What are you whining about? Cobra Command's sending us a STUN, remember?"
"There's two of us at this outpost, do you know how to operate a STUN?"
Burne paused a moment, "Not really."
"I don't know how to operate a STUN."
"What? What good's a STUN that niether of us know how to operate?"
"Maybe they'll send us a Moto-Viper too?"
"Dude, this is Cobra Command, they barely send us enough ammo and you're expecting them to supply an outpost that doesn't even have an Officer with a Viper specialist? You're an idiot."
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"What are they doing?"
Lieutenant Steve Johnson, codename "Brick", groaned, "What are they always doing, Rev? They're watching us and talking, they're always watching us and talking..."
"What do you think they're talking about?"
Beachhead stuck his head out of the door of the middle of three quanset huts that hid the G.I. Joe headquarters The Pit, currently in use by G.I. Joe: Frontline, "Get in here!"
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Murphy's Law of Combat: If the Platoon Sergeant can see you, so can the enemy.
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Author's Note: I REALLY need to stop watching Red vs. Blue in the middle of the night...