Chapter 27: Interlude 2

"And that's the end of the episode. Who's ready for lunch?" the audience heard.

They turned to see the two were back, along with a third. The third wore a pair of olive drab trousers and a shirt of the same colors. Leggings were also part of his attire. For footwear he wore a pair of hobnailed trench boots that were caked in mud and blood (as was the rest of his uniform, which could do with a wash). Over his shirt was an olive drab blouse. On his head was a US M1917 helmet with the strap undone and hanging loosely. He had a Springfield Rifle slung across his back. He wore a rifle belt with its various pouches. A grimy pair of glasses was hooked on his blouse.

Jason stepped out, SMLE trained on the American before lowering it. He commented, "A Yank? The hell you doing here? I thought you fellas were staying neutral for the war?"

"Well, things change. And by that I mean Germans couldn't keep their word and Wilson dragged us in." The American grumbled the last sentence, obviously displeased that it had happened at all. "Aaron Braker, by the way." he held out a hand.

The Canadian shook Aaron's hand, a pleasant smile on his face. "Jason. Nice to meet you." he cordially greeted. The man then frowned, gritting, "Wait... how the hell did you find yourself here anyways? Usually when fellas like us die, we either go to one of three places...". He whipped around, shouting at the top of his lungs, "WULFSTAN, YOU INCORRIGIBL R! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU I'LL GAS YOU!"

Aaron raised an eyebrow at the sight. He smiled slightly, as if the sight reminded him of something (or someone). He considered what to say, "If it helps, this was completely voluntary. Needed a change of scenery. Abandoned trenches can get a bit depressing." he said. He continued after a slight pause, "Though I was never told where we'd be going." he glanced across the room.

"Yeah that sounds like Wulfstan alright. Hits us while we're down and at our lowest." Jason grumbled.

That got Snart to raise his eyebrows, as did Mick's and Sara's. The Cold Thief whispered rhetorically, "Where haven't I heard THAT before?"

"Listen, if you do see him, pump him full of lead for me with the Lewis Gun." Jason insisted, handing the man his weapon. "I think I know why he brought these fellas here and oh boy, he is going to get it!"

"What? Why has he got us here? Please tell us!" Renee shouted.

Jax added, "Yeah, c'mon now, tell us."

"Yes." Rip agreed, "I am quite curious myself."

"Listen folks, this is purely speculation and I don't go any evidence... that's why I'm going to go hunt the bastard down and make him talk in front of you. I think you all deserve that much at least."

Aaron accepted the weapon and looked around. "Huh, never noticed he ran off somewhere... Probably didn't want to hang around. Can see why, based on all of your reactions. But sure, if you say so." He shrugged. He paused when he noticed the (in his eyes) advanced technology in the room, "What year is it?".

Jason mouthed, but stopped. He pursed his lips and guessed, "1975? Right?"

Constantine snorted, "Try 2014 mate."

"...oh." The Canadian plainly said, his eyes twitched. He fixed bayonet and left the room shouting, "WULFSTAN YOU FUCKING LIAR! 1975? TRY 2014!"

Aaron just stood there, mouth open slightly in shock. A pop and everyone turned. Wulfstan sat on a shelf on the wall, just out of reach of the audience. "Now that it's safe, the reason why you're here." He addressed Aaron before glancing nervously down the hall Jason had left. "This next episode is... difficult is the best way I can put it... Aaron, you're here to make sure nobody kills each other." He stopped speaking. In the break, Aaron took the chance and blew into the rusted whistle he had pulled out of his pocket, hoping Jason would get the hint.

More whistles blew throughout the room, and the sounds of a hundred charging men were coming on all sides. Oh yes, Jason was coming for Wulfstan.

Hearing this, the hunter grew alarmed. "Well, gotta go! Uhh, you got four new watchers so catch them up. Also why you're here Aaron. Umm, bye!" he yelped as he popped out of existence. The others were distracted by the four new figures in the room. A letter floated down on top of the pile, exactly like how it would in a cartoon.

End Chapter:

AN: So, a thank you to Vumanchu as usual for helping write this chapter. Yeah. That's all. Hope everyone is staying safe. Now for one of my more embarrassing quotes below...

QOTC:

Me: I thought tomatoes grew on plants.