EPISODE CVI - BEACH PARTY BLOOD BATH VI: MARV'S RECKONING
Lt. Scott leaned against the outside of the saloon staring off into the distant, sun baked horizon. He'd found that the sun tended to play games with your eyes, causing you to
see strange visions, much like the chemicals so prevalent at the university where he'd completed his education Yet, regardless of this knowledge, he had to admit that this current vision was quite vivid.
A small group of similarly attired men were shuffling through the desert brush, a burden hoisted above their heads. As it drew nearer, Number Two expected it to begin to evaporate, as generally happened,
but the vision kept proceeding toward him. As details became more pronounced, Lt. Scott was forced to admit that this strange manifestation was, in fact, a reality. He recognized the men jogging toward
him as Sgt. Stauch's strike force, and the burden they carried was, remarkably enough, Mr. Jeffy. The team stopped and deposited their burden on the ground, then assembled in closed ranks.
"Strike Team Alpha-Alpha reporting for duty, sir.", Corporal Powell barked, saluting the lieutenant.
Number Two returned the salute. "As you were, Corporal", he replied, "glad to have you with us." He looked down at the semiconscious, engineering officer on the ground. "Are you
alright, Mr. Jeffy?"
Jeffy gulped a few breaths before responding. "Oh sure, Number two", he said, trying to stand, "I'm just not used to this heat."
Lt. Scott motioned toward the saloon. "Well, why don't you guys come in and have a drink."
Team Alpha-Alpha looked around at each other, all grins and nods.
"A drink, gentlemen.", Stauch repeated as he strode through the doorway. "Just one a piece. Understood?!?"
"Yes, sir.", the team responded as one.
As Lt. Scott moved to assist Mr. Jeffy, Stauch noted a lone figure straggling into town, hat tipped back and an open smile on his face.
"Krash!", he yelled, moving to meet the pilot at the edge of town.
Krash's smile broadened. "Hey Sarge", he said thrusting out his hand, "what're you doing here?"
Stauch grabbed his outstretched hand and pumped it with enthusiasm. "Same old crap.", he explained. He looked beyond the pilot to the open desert. "Siddons isn't with you, is he?",
he asked, hoping for the negative.
"Nah", Krash confirmed, "he's taking a little forced R&R due to his heightened level of medication."
Stauch nodded. "Well, why don't we grab a drink and I'll bring you up to speed."
