EPISODE II
NYMPH
They had been standing there for a full five minutes. Grif was starting to feel tired. Sarge hadn't said anything, and Simmons kept stuttering.
Nymphadora looked at them. Are they mute!? She thought. Great. Of all the teams I could be sent to, I get the idiots. Of course.
She tried to break the silence, "Uh… hello?" The Maroon one jumped.
Maroon looked to the other two. The Orange one looked back, shrugged. Nymphadora could hear them whispering, very quietly. She looked around, searching for something to talk about. She saw a jeep.
The words escaped her lips before she could decide whether or not to speak them.
"Why are they called Warthogs?" Seriously? She scolded herself, you start a conversation about the name of a jeep?
A meaningful look was passed among the Reds.
"We don't" said the Scarlet one.
"So…. Uh, what do you call it?"
The Orange one spoke up, "I think we just call it the jeep."
"Chupathingy." Corrected Scarlet.
"Whatever." Said Orange
Nymphadora stared. Are they seriously having an argument about what they call their jeep?
Another part of her mind argued, You started it.
…
Shut up.
Tucker peered through his scope, sizing up the new Red. Then he noticed something. How had he not noticed it before? He called for Washington.
"What?" Wash asked as he came out of the base.
"The new Red!"
"What about him?"
"It's a woman!"
"What!?" Wash looked through his BR scope, "That's imposs-… Oh my God."
Tucker looked up at him. "I know, right? I mean…" He paused, "Wait, where's Caboose?"
"Talking to the Tank again."
"Are we ever gonna get Sheila from the ship back in Valhalla? I'm starting to feel sorry for the little guy."
Wash looked at him, "Aw, growing a soft spot, are we?"
"Dude," said Tucker, "I understand the horrors of not having a girl in your life."
"Yeah, and Caboose can't replace her with a rock."
"F*** you."