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l1ttle_billyBilly had just gotten back yesterday. And this morning he'd gotten some...interesting news. Destro had been captured by the US military. He was set to stand trial on Friday. Billy wasn't sure how he felt about that. On the one hand, Destro was an arms dealer who sold weapons on a regular basis to an organization bent on world domination. But Destro had always been good to Billy. He sighed. He hoped the Baroness wouldn't do anything stupid.
"Yo Cap'n Bill!" Tony burst into the room lugging a suit case, and sporting his usual grin. "How was your break man? Get into any adventures?"
"Actually I went to another planet to help with a relief effort." Billy smirked.
"You're shitting me."
"Nope. An old friend was running the thing and asked for help. Interstellar war left these little teddy bear looking aliens homeless so we rebuilt their village. It was pretty cool. Ran into some other
old friends there too. Oh and I met the President's daughter from another dimension."
Tony had to readjust to living with someone who had apparently had a very interesting High School life. The memory of the living garland lent some credence to the story. That and he'd been briefed on most of it anyway.
"And that's not even including everything that happened on New Years."
Tony blinked. "Okay I'll bite, what happened on New Years?"
"Well, mostly more catching up with old friends. Dancing, partying, that sort of thing. One girl's boyfriend had turned into a fox. That happened sometimes in Fandom. Which reminds me, watch out for the skunk."
"What skunk?" Tony turned to toss his suitcase on the bed, only to find it occupied by a baby skunk. He recoiled, only to feel the point of a sword against his back.
"That skunk." Billy said calmly. "I haven't found a name for her yet. Speaking of which, what's yours? Your real one I mean? And don't bother with the accent."
"Dude! What are you talking about?" Tony sounded vaguely nervous, and annoyed.
"I saw you in the Portland airport. You're good man, but I guess I'm just a bit more paranoid than you gave me credit for. Plus I've heard you with an Irish accent. Now tell the truth. My new friend there's getting antsy."
Tony frowned. "I can't tell ye my real name." he said finally. "That's classified I'm afraid."
"Classified by who?" Billy growled.
"Her majesty's secret service. My code name's Deep Cover. I've been working with yer G.I.Joe ever since Cobra reemerged."
"And now you're keeping an eye on me?" Billy scoffed. "Lousy assignment." He didn't know if he believed it, but it was easy enough to check out.
"Yer tellin' me. Yer wee one's not gonna stink up my bed is she?"
Billy scooped up his new partner in crime, who snuggled against his shoulder. "Not this time. We'll see if your story checks out." He really needed to find a name for this one.
"Yo Cap'n Bill!" Tony burst into the room lugging a suit case, and sporting his usual grin. "How was your break man? Get into any adventures?"
"Actually I went to another planet to help with a relief effort." Billy smirked.
"You're shitting me."
"Nope. An old friend was running the thing and asked for help. Interstellar war left these little teddy bear looking aliens homeless so we rebuilt their village. It was pretty cool. Ran into some other
old friends there too. Oh and I met the President's daughter from another dimension."
Tony had to readjust to living with someone who had apparently had a very interesting High School life. The memory of the living garland lent some credence to the story. That and he'd been briefed on most of it anyway.
"And that's not even including everything that happened on New Years."
Tony blinked. "Okay I'll bite, what happened on New Years?"
"Well, mostly more catching up with old friends. Dancing, partying, that sort of thing. One girl's boyfriend had turned into a fox. That happened sometimes in Fandom. Which reminds me, watch out for the skunk."
"What skunk?" Tony turned to toss his suitcase on the bed, only to find it occupied by a baby skunk. He recoiled, only to feel the point of a sword against his back.
"That skunk." Billy said calmly. "I haven't found a name for her yet. Speaking of which, what's yours? Your real one I mean? And don't bother with the accent."
"Dude! What are you talking about?" Tony sounded vaguely nervous, and annoyed.
"I saw you in the Portland airport. You're good man, but I guess I'm just a bit more paranoid than you gave me credit for. Plus I've heard you with an Irish accent. Now tell the truth. My new friend there's getting antsy."
Tony frowned. "I can't tell ye my real name." he said finally. "That's classified I'm afraid."
"Classified by who?" Billy growled.
"Her majesty's secret service. My code name's Deep Cover. I've been working with yer G.I.Joe ever since Cobra reemerged."
"And now you're keeping an eye on me?" Billy scoffed. "Lousy assignment." He didn't know if he believed it, but it was easy enough to check out.
"Yer tellin' me. Yer wee one's not gonna stink up my bed is she?"
Billy scooped up his new partner in crime, who snuggled against his shoulder. "Not this time. We'll see if your story checks out." He really needed to find a name for this one.
