Disclaimer: MaryRose is an OC owned by GrandOldPenguin. She is featured in his story, Beyond DNA as well as its short sequel, Operation: Fluffy Pink Sugar. While credit for the idea and writing of this installment is mine, MaryRose belongs exclusively to GrandOldPenguin. In addition, I highly recommend reading both Beyond DNA and Operation: Fluffy Pink Sugar if you haven’t already.
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“Ugh! I can’t believe this!” MaryRose complained as she dropped into HQ, where Marlene was washing dishes.
Skipper dropped in behind her. “MaryRose, I told you not to go places...
“All right,” Kowalski said, shuffling the card deck. “We’re playing a game called ‘Obtenir Encore.’”
Skipper arched a brow. “What?”
“It’s French. Don’t worry about it,” Kowalski said. He dealt four cards to each player. “Dealer goes first and we move counter-clockwise from there,” he explained, picking up his hand and sliding the deck to the center of the table. He studied his cards and placed an ace of spades face-up next to the deck.
After studying his cards carefully, Private picked a card and placed a four of diamonds on top of Kowalski’s...
"Well? What are they? Give us a list. Rico and I will gather them as soon as he comes back from gathering the last list you gave him."
"Sure! Just give me a few moments."
"This had better work, Private. I still say it's a waste of time."
"Don't worry! It will! I just hope that Kowalski is all right with it."
Kowalski paused on his way to the HQ's slightly covered entrance. Bits of conversation had seeped out, and they were not making any sense to the scientist. What were Private and Skipper talking about? That was not the thing what worried Kowalski,...
Kowalski woke with a yawn and hopped down from the top bunk. He slugged his way over to the coffee machine to start Skipper’s brew when he realized it’d already been made. Suddenly alert, he turned to see Skipper’s bunk empty and a faint light coming from under his lab door. He gently pushed it open and peered in.
Skipper was facing away from him at the parallel bars Rico had built for him when he’d finally stood up from his wheelchair two weeks ago. So far, he hadn’t been able to do much but stand and pivot, but Skipper kept swearing he could feel in his gut that...