“Captain! We haven’t enough steam to cook these vegetables!” Worried and oh-so-troubled Troy Becker voiced to his superior, who at the moment looked confused and puzzled, “confuzzled”? “Wha-wha? What does that have to do with what I just told you to do?! Becker if you don’t man the front desk I’m going to steam more than those vegetables!”
Yes it was another crazy, fun filled day down at the recruiting office. Only plus side to it all, at least for Troy, was the kitchen. Now recruitment can have many connotations. For Troy Becker it meant the new and improved Man Division of the Boy Scouts. Not quite the action he was seeking when he joined up; however, up at the front, at least he was away from the “Captain”, Rodney Perillo. That’s “illo” as in “pillow”. He always emphasized to the newcomers. “Captain Perillo”.
He was a big man, not stoutly or old looking though he was up there, but big, buff, and really like a captain or more like a drill sergeant. “Troy Becker I better be hearing some typing or that’s the last time I want to hear you again!” He boomed so forcefully it rattled the front windows like gale force winds.
“Yes sir-ee bob!” Troy giggled with strange and not necessary delight. He sat there hitting the keys and typing absolutely nothing. He found his inner child laughing maniacally.
A, B, C, D, F2, F3, 1, 2, 3… he then found himself looking at the computer screen with a sudden rush to look away. Somehow he opened up a folder. It was the Captain’s personal documents, “Why are these on here? Thought we weren’t allowed to do personal business on the computer?” A little bewildered and with childish anger, Troy made a decision to open the folder. “Guess its mine to look at now.” And with one click it was open. Military Documents. “Project Bee Hive”. Confidential.
“Oh my God! Man Division my ass.”
Then with on quick thump he felt something on his back, “I knew you would find out eventually.”
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