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After getting a cast on his forearm, Green-shirt Blais is called to Col. Sharp's office. "Yew wants tuh see me, sir; ah mean sirs?" He asks, having noticed Flint's there too.

"Yes we did, Cpl." The Col. replies while motioning to Flint. "My 3IC has informed me of your performance during the deployment earlier; and we've come a decision."

Cpl. Blais glances between the two nervously. "Whut, uh, whut might that be, Col. sir?"

The Col. picks up a folder. "According to this... you're an E-4 Corporal, correct?" He asks aloud.

"Yes sir." Cpl. Blais replies slowly.

"You mean you were an E-4 Corporal; because as of today, you are..."

Several minutes later, Blais bursts into the Rec-room. "Hoo'wee; take a look, fellars... Ah'm one uh yew now!" He shouts, causing Shipwreck to miss his pool shot, and Grunt to spit out some Mr. Pibb.

"There a reenactment going on?"/"Far out."/"Halloween already?" Frostbite, Footloose, and Bazooka ask at the same time, seeing Blais in a light brown vest and dark blue pants with boots that are mostly the same color of grey as his old-fashioned cap, which have goggles resting on them.

"Looking sharp there, Blais... or should we call "y'all" something else?" Cover-Girl asks as she walks around him.

"Yew kin call me Cross-Country frum here on owt." He replies while taking a small bow before raising a fist in the air. "Yo, Joe!"

Everyone glanced to themselves and cheered. "Yo, Joe!"


Chapter five.