So, talk about last minute, eh? This challenge is issued on Wednesdays and here I am on a Tuesday, finally submitting something.
Crispina’s rules and regs are wide open. Click here if you care to join, or to see the link-ups to other stories. I went way out there with this one. Without divulging a thing, let’s see if you can see who my characters are…
Getting the Goods
“Left! Mumble! Left! — Left! Right! Left! Forwaaaard, march!”
“Bloody hell, Marty, where are we going?” whispered Pete.
Before he could respond, Sargeant yelled, “Quiet, Private! No talking in the ranks!”
Out of the corner of his mouth, Marty said, “Can’t you see?”
“I can see, alright.” Then louder, “What I don’t understand is why we can’t just go under, Sarg. We can get in, grab the goods, get out.”
“Do you not remember the last time, Private? We were ambushed by toxic powder. This time we go up on the side and then go in and follow those ridges. They will give us a great grip on our way to the opening. Once on the other side, we will gather the goods and get out.”
“We don’t even know if there will be any goods!”
“I sent a scout. There is a huge bowl of jellybeans on the table!”