And it's chapter 3 and thus back to our original foursome. Thank you all for the reviews!

As always, I don't own GI Joe and make no money from writing.

Flint struggled to keep his bored expression on as he and Jaye watched Beachhead hunting for his golfball... again. More accurately, they were watching the bushes shake and listening to continuous poor language erupting at top volume. He turned to look at Jaye. "Ten bucks says he never finds it."

She smiled. "You're on. He won't stop looking until he finds it. It's pure stubbornness and pride now."

He snorted just as there was a victorious shout. "Damn it." He fished out a ten to hand over to a smug Jaye. "He'll never hit it out of that mess. He can barely hit it on the green."

There was a soft laugh from Covergirl. "He can barely hit it off a tee." As if to make a liar out of all of them, a small white ball came arching out to bounce along the green to a stop nearby. "Wow... how'd he make that hit?"

Flint frowned now. "There's no way he hit that."

Beach came hacking his way through the brush with a much abused nine iron. "Sonnabitch Ah hate this game." He brushed at his hair and glared at the caddies who emerged from the bushes as well. "Ain't ya'll suppose to find the damn ball?"

"Yes sir, sorry sir." The unfortunate Andy had ended up being Beach's caddy and got glared at every time he referred to Beach as 'sir' but hadn't clued in on why he was getting the hairy eyeball. The other caddies mostly tried to cater to the more polite members of the party, although they were all becoming more nervous at getting anywhere close to Covergirl. Her caddy had started handing over clubs from arm's length to keep the glowering fourth member from looking murderous.

As Beach stepped up to them, he looked at the various golf balls laying around. "Alright.. who's turn is it now?"

Flint sighed and got a club to give his ball a light whack to send it up onto the green and raised a hand in triumph as the ball rolled right up to the hole. Jaye praised the shot and Covergirl clapped lightly. His caddy murmured something complimentary and Beach snorted. Flint smirked at him. "Oh come now... you just performed magic hitting that ball out of the bushes like that." Beach's face suddenly went blank and he looked aside. "Wait... you did hit it out... didn't you?"

"Yeah." Still looking as if the surrounding trees were the most fascinating things he'd ever seen, Beach waved vaguely at the group. "So go on and take yer strokes... ain't gonna finish the game just standin' around."

Flint glared. "Now look, you have to hit the ball, you can't just throw it out. That's cheating."

Jaye put her arm through his, tightening her grip in warning. "Oh I don't think Wayne would cheat..." He started to object and she tightened her grip even more. "You're distracting Courtney..."

Covergirl was lining up her own shot, her ball just at the edge of the green already. "Oh no no... keep yammering away there... I'll just return the favor when you're trying to take your shots..." Humming softly, she wriggled her hips, glancing slyly over just for an instant to see Beach's attention focus on her. "And... " She swung and smiled as the ball tipped neatly over to roll across the green and drop into the cup with a slight rattle. "...there's a birdie for me."

Flint grumbled at her. "I think you're hustling me. That's a par, two birdies and a bogie. Are you sure you haven't played seriously before?"

"Oh well..." She walked over gracefully. "I wasn't very serious when I played... that counts, right?" He rolled his eyes and she gave a soft laugh. "Mostly this is all luck. Really... I'm sure you'll outdistance me easily." They all watched Jaye flick a precise shot up into the green to within a few feet of the cup and she fussed over not making it in. "Oh, just one more tap and you'll be in."

Jaye sighed theatrically and motioned for Beach to step up. "Okay... now this time... just a light stroke... don't overshoot like the last two holes."

He snorted and lined up carefully, clamping his teeth to prevent his tongue from escaping. So far he'd entertained the two ladies a dozen times by unconsciously sticking his tongue out. Concentrating, he tapped the ball lightly and watched it veer off to the side, bump into the shaggier grass surrounding the 'green' and settle into place. "Cock sucker."

"Wayne!" Courtney tried to chastise him and he grunted irritably while Flint tapped his own ball into the hole. Beach noted that Flint had obedient golf balls that went where the warrant officer wanted them to go. Beach on the other hand, had obviously been given defective greenshirt golfballs that needed a good beating to go where he wanted them.

Ignoring Courtney's chatter, he walked over to glare at the ball half burrowed into the thick grass. He'd never seen grass so healthy. Waste of space and waste of resources as far as he was concerned. He stepped up to the ball and looked over at the hole some twenty feet away and tried to figure out which way the stupid ball would roll if he knocked it towards the hole.

His caddy spoke up brightly. "Sir, I suggest you use a sand wedge, to get more loft, sir."

Beach twisted to glare at him, making the young man freeze in the act of reaching for a different club than the putter Beach already held. "Ah suggest ya shut the hell up and STOP CALLIN ME SIR!" His voice ended on the loud bellow and he saw the distinct twitch that said "too far" just before the young caddy dropped the bag and took off at high speed. "Oh gawd dammit..." He raised his voice to yell. "GET BACK HERE RIGHT GAWD DAMN NOW!" The figure stopped in it's tracks but started to walk away slowly after a few seconds. "If yew make me run yew down..."

That ended it and the caddy came back, pale and shaking and staying well out of range. Beach narrowed his eyes and tried to swallow the urge to throttle him and scream for him to show some backbone. "Now, gimme the right club and Ah'll give it a shot yer way. Okay?"

"Y-y-yes s-s-s-sir... s-sorry s-sir..." The caddy lifted a club out with a huge unwieldy head and extended it as far as he could without approaching. The end waved around wildly as his hand shook. "J-just try to... to get u-under it, s-sir."

Beach took the club and looked at it before handing over the smaller putter. "Alright... just stand there.. don't go runnin' off just cause mah back is turned."

"N-no sir."

Flint had a hand over his eyes. "This is such a utter failure. Why was he even brought along? There's no way this will work." Jaye put a hand on his arm in warning and he shook his head. "No, stop.. this is ridiculous. He's not trying to learn to play, he's done everything wrong... he just made his caddy wet himself for god's sake! It's a failure."

Courtney snorted. "Oh shut up Dashiell. Stop trying to be so superior and enjoy the stupid day instead. If you quit harping about every rule and regulation in the game of golf, we'd probably ALL enjoy the day better." When Flint glared at her, she raised an eyebrow. He wanted to snap at her about insubordination but couldn't due to the caddies standing there listening. She deliberately turned her back and gave a little wave at Beach. "Go on honey, try to hit the ball. You can do it."

Beach stood with the golf club resting on one wide shoulder waiting for them to finish their arguing before he hit the ball. "Thanks, sweetness, I'll try." The smirk he gave her was meant to irk Flint and it worked. The warrant officer felt his teeth grind and forced himself to relax. "Now if ya'll quiet down... I gotta concentrate you know..." He stood over the ball and poked the oversized club head into the grass a bit.

"Ahem..." The caddy cleared his throat. "Try to hit underneath the ball... it will make it shoot up into the air and," His hand curved over in an arc to demonstrate. "...onto the green." He looked as if he were swallowing words back.

Beach twisted his lips a bit and tilted his head over looking at the ball hiding in the grass. "Under it, hey? Alright... " Lining up, he swung and thunked the club into the ground somewhat under the ball and watched it pop up into the air to bounce along the green. It rolled slowly to within two feet of the hole and stopped. Beach stared at it. "Well I'll be... damn."

Flint pursed his lips disapprovingly. "You're not supposed to hit the ground like that... "

Ignoring him, Beach stepped over to the caddy before he could flee and clapped a hand onto his shoulder heavily. "Good work there." He handed over the club. "Gimme that putter club."

"Yes sir..." The caddy gulped and handed it over. "Sorry s-ss..." He swallowed the word back with a visible effort. "Your putter."

Beach's lips almost quirked up as he took it. He pointed the club at Flint. "Look at that. Boy learned to not call me sir with one good yell." He almost casually pushed the golf ball so it rolled into the hole. "There. See Flint? I got the good caddy." He plucked the ball out of the hole and tossed it in the air a few times. "What's the score now?"

Giving a annoyed glance at the sergeant major, Flint tallied up the score. "Ahhh, we're on hole four. Courtney eighteen, Alison seventeen, I've got... hang on... uhh, twenty. And your total... four, plus seven, carry the two... fifty-three."

"Well shit."

End Chapter.

No, not a very golfer. Poor caddy. He'll have the best story to tell all the others at the country club though. Until next chapter...