Joesph rose from his chair, slowly.“We arenotdone with this.”He sauntered towards the door.“Notby a long shot.”He opened the screen door, letting it slam behind him.
“Drama much,” Jamie husked, shaking his head.
Salzy busted out laughing.“I love you guys.”
* * * * *
“Atten-Hut!”CorporalThomas Jenkins, called out as Mike entered the room.
“At ease,” Mike said as he approached his squadron.“How we looking?”
“Looking good, Sergeant,” Jenkins answered.“We have all the blueprints, everything has been approved, and all the supplies needed are mostly here.The rest will come first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Excellent.What I like to hear.”Mike said, enthusiastically, smiling.“So, we will be able to get a head start on this project.Music to my ears.”
“Yes, sir.”Jenkins was looking more intently at his sergeant as he normally would.“Hasha has everything he needs, so he’s planning on starting this morning.”
“Well done, Jenkins.Well done to all of you.The top brass is going to be impressed by the progress we’ve made.That makes all of our lives easier.Proceed.”
“Sarg, I need your signature on these orders,” Jenkins said, producing a clipboard.
Mike took it and looked at the papers.“Looks good.”He signed several pages.
“Um, Sarg, you okay?”Jenkins was smiling broadly.“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you got you some.”
Mike scowled.“You can tell?”
Jenkins laughed.“Yeah, you’re...like...beaming.”
Mike smiled.“Yeah.I had a good night.”
Jenkins stepped closer.“Anyone I know?”
“Uh, yes, I think so.”Mike leaned back a little.“Jamie Puckett,um...Jamie Throneaux.”
“Do what?”Jenkins’s eyes got wide.“The chef?”
Mike smiled.“The one and only.”He squinted at his corporal.“Got a problem with that?”
“No, not at all.”Jenkins shrugged his shoulders.“I just didn’t see that one coming, is all.”He smiled.“You’re one lucky dog.You’ll be able to have biscuits and gravy anytime you want.”
“Yeah, that could be a problem,” he patted his stomach.“I can’t get fat.”
Jenkins laughed.“I’m happy for ya, Sarge.”Jenkins slapped Mike on the shoulder.“Being alone all the time isn’t good for a man.”
“Thanks, Tom.”
“Is it serious?”
Mike grinned.“I’ve been asking him to marry me.”
“Asking?As in more than once?”Jenkins asked, looking surprised.
“Oh yeah, but I’m wearing him down, I think.”
Jenkins laughed.“I have no doubt you’ll win out.”
“That’s the plan!”
