As Mother reaches over for the paper, a dogface from the 42nd ID peeks in. "Voodoo?"
"What."
"Ramirez screwed with the receiver on his SAW and none of us can figure out how to fix it. Could you come take a look?"
Voodoo rubs one bleary eye. "Screwed with it how? What's wrong with it? And why can't you get someone from Wolfpack?"
"Uh...probably better if you just come see it in person. I don't know how he managed it, but-"
"Forget it," Voodoo says, dropping the unopened crackers back into his footlocker. "Let's go see how he assed it up."
As quickly as he returned, Voodoo is gone, and Rabbit chances a glance at the document Mother's holding in his hands. "Is that-"
Mother nods. "Voodoo's personnel jacket. Navy's still got to pay us."
Rabbit squints, tapping a piece of the paper. "Is that-?"
"His birthday? Yup."
His face alights in a grin. "No shit. That's not even a week away." He looks to Mother, eyes pleading. "King Neptune's Court. Come on, Mom. We gotta do it."
Mother sighs. "As a Senior Chief Petty Officer, I cannot officially condone anything that may be construed as hazing. Which means-" And here he looks at Rabbit like an exasperated father. "-whatever you plan, I can't be around to hear it."
A beat.
"It just so happens that I remember Faye needed me back in the Situation Room before 1400 hours." He stands up, gathering up the hill of paperwork he's gathered. "So long, gents. Parker."
And he's out the door to Spook Country, leaving just Preacher, Lindianne, and Rabbit, who's rubbing his hands together in glee.
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Date: 2016-09-24 06:38 pm (UTC)"What."
"Ramirez screwed with the receiver on his SAW and none of us can figure out how to fix it. Could you come take a look?"
Voodoo rubs one bleary eye. "Screwed with it how? What's wrong with it? And why can't you get someone from Wolfpack?"
"Uh...probably better if you just come see it in person. I don't know how he managed it, but-"
"Forget it," Voodoo says, dropping the unopened crackers back into his footlocker. "Let's go see how he assed it up."
As quickly as he returned, Voodoo is gone, and Rabbit chances a glance at the document Mother's holding in his hands. "Is that-"
Mother nods. "Voodoo's personnel jacket. Navy's still got to pay us."
Rabbit squints, tapping a piece of the paper. "Is that-?"
"His birthday? Yup."
His face alights in a grin. "No shit. That's not even a week away." He looks to Mother, eyes pleading. "King Neptune's Court. Come on, Mom. We gotta do it."
Mother sighs. "As a Senior Chief Petty Officer, I cannot officially condone anything that may be construed as hazing. Which means-" And here he looks at Rabbit like an exasperated father. "-whatever you plan, I can't be around to hear it."
A beat.
"It just so happens that I remember Faye needed me back in the Situation Room before 1400 hours." He stands up, gathering up the hill of paperwork he's gathered. "So long, gents. Parker."
And he's out the door to Spook Country, leaving just Preacher, Lindianne, and Rabbit, who's rubbing his hands together in glee.