Lights

Sometimes there was neither rhyme nor reason to the rhythm of searchlights.

Whenever LeBeau and Newkirk thought they could hustle the flier down below, fate had other ideas.

Fate tonight went by the name of Hilbert Dirksen.

Dirksen was a tame guard willing to overlook indiscretions. Despite his imprecise movements on the towers, he was not worth transferring.

"Dirksen," Newkirk groaned.

"Dirksen?" The rescued flier's head ached from being pushed down multiple times.

"Hilbert Dirksen," LeBeau said. "The tower guard. Now!" They tumbled down the ladder.

Their guest stared. "Hilbert?" He laughed. "German for battle-ready. Unless he's manning tower lights."


a/n: Thank you for all of the reviews. I'm trying to keep up with reviewing all the drabbles in this challenge. I'm sorry if I missed anyone.