Private decided to join Kowalski and Rico on their regular recon routine around Central Park for once but quickly found it boring and uneventful. Throughout the time, Kowalski and Rico were looking around with an intensity that Private didn't understand. He noticed, however, that their attention was kept on the black road, searching for something.
"I see one!" Kowalski shouted suddenly, pointing in front of them, earning Rico and Private's attention.
Private sat up. "Where?" he asked anxiously, believing it was a criminal. 'Finally, some action!'
Rico then stopped the car after slamming his feet on the brakes, halting in the middle of the road, earning honks from the people behind them. He opened the door, leaned out and picked something up, grinning.
Private gaped at what it was. "A fruit?""
"An avocado," Kowalski corrected, smiling when Rico tossed it over to him.
"So you stop in the middle of the road to pick it up?"
"They're expensive," Kowalski defended. "It makes for good guacamole too. They fall off the trees of Central Park and roll out into the road, so we do this all the time!"
Private sighed inwardly. That does explain a lot, he thought as he remembered the plentiful amount of avocados' and guacamole they have in stock. "Do you two even do recon?"
Rico looked back, bemused. "We're suppose too?"