Natasha Meets Kungfu

by Scobe

In the dark shadows behind the ops shack of the 31st Fighter Group, a large dark figure appeared to Lieutenant Scooby. He had his side arm ready with the hammer back as the figure approached him.

"Vcongrats vn your promotion Vooby."

"Thanks." He replied back. "I just got word we got a new flight officer assigned to the group.

"Velly!? Oh Vooby you soo vice to vee."

Scooby shook his head. "Now listen, I'm only doing this because the other pilot has gone AWOL. So this new flight officer should tie you over till the boss can find him."

"Vah, Vie under stand."

"Alright. I dont know his name, but I think he's good at martial arts. So I'll give him some extra sedation. Just, take it easy on him okay? We got another big mission coming up and we need all the folks we can get." Scooby said. He thought he heard something but dismissed it.

"Vah, Vie under stand. Vou vre very good to be Vooby. Vike Vram!"

Lieutenant Scooby kept the thought outta his mind. Only if Ram hadn't finished his tour he wouldn't be in this mess. "Yeah, right. I'm going to go." Natasha nodded as Scooby took one step back followed by another still keeping his colt .45 ACP ready for anything.

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"Sir, Lieutenant Scooby reports as ordered."

Colonel Daddy looked to be in a good mood that morning. He was relaxed in his chair with some paperwork upon his desk. The commander of the 31st FG waved Scooby's salute away.

"Relax Scoob. I want ya to take up the new guy on an orination flight. Just a quick up and flight around the block and then back to base. No dont get into any engagements unless you have to," he paused and then spoke up again. "Oh, and pass the word to Tahoe, we finally found Sleepy. He was dressed up as a lady at a Aid unit toward the front lines going under the name Klinger. I suppose the MPs will have him back sometime next week after he passes his phsyc exam."

Scooby nodded. "Sure thing boss, and a phsyc exam?"

"Yup. You see, they will ask him why he think he's crazy. And he'll say because he doesnt want to die, which is why he left and doesn't want to fly missions. Then they will say that means your sane. So they will revoke the section eight and he'll start flying again."

The 307th lieutenant knows excatly what that means. "Yes sir. I'll pass the word to Tahoe and go with that quick hop with the new guy." He walked thru the command shack and went outside casually put on his flight cap and started a brisk walk over to the 309th flight line to meet up with the groups newest flight officer. As he walked along he took extra care to avoid the 309th shack as well as Major Slapshot. He didn't know if he was still looking to hang Scoob, but he didn't want to take the chance either.

Lieutenant Scooby found Kungfu talking with his ground crew next to his P-51. The four of them instantly went to attention but Scoob caught them in motion. "Relax folks." Something was up, usually the lower grade officers and enlisted weren't this jumpy toward others officers. "Hey Kungfu, I was wondering if you would like to take a quick hop around the block. See the sights, etc." Kungfu nodded. "Sure."

The 307th lieutenant smiled. "Meet me on the runway in fifteen minutes."

Within the fifteen minutes, Scooby was back on the 307th ramp and his pony was sounded great. Ever since he managed to sneak his ground crew from the 334th fighter squadron to the MTO and replace the 31st crew, he had one of the fastest Stangs in the group. Sure maybe it was at the expense of some items taken from the 4th, but they wouldn't miss it. He was sure of that. MX-F was waiting OTR when he saw the 309th stang taxi up into position. Scoob gave the signal to roll and they were off.

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It was an hour in a half when the two P-51s returned. They each did a circuit doing touch-N-goes and came back around for the full stop. Scoob landed his plane nicely and started taxing back to the 307th ramp. Kungfu followed suit and landed nicely. However as he applied the breaks the right landing gear snapped and the P-51 ground looped.

Sirens rang and an emergency truck was dispatched quickly. Within seconds Flight Officer Kungfu was out of the plane with only minor bumps and bruses. Yet the flight surgeon insisted that he spend a night in the ward for observation. The request was granted by Slpsht and Daddy as they inspected the damaged P-51.

"It'll fly again. Give it a four days, and this bird will flap her wings again." The sergeant reported.

Slpsht was pleased. "Good, and find out what the hell went wrong. This is a brand new Stang!" He took a glance at the 307th flightline. The flightline was croweded with onlookers pointing. "I bet that damn Scooby had something to do with it. Post guards around Kungfu's bed tonight."

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The next morning Colonel Daddy was steaming, red hot as he called a commanders meeting. The CO and XO of every squadron was in his office standing at attention as Daddy paced around the room with his sidearm in his right hand an the hammer pulled back. He tried his best to keep control but it obvious to everyone that he was not wining. "Once again Soul. What was Kungfu's injury before he went into the hosptial?"

Soul read off the chart. "Minor bumps and bruises all over, and a few scratches on his face. No major injures."

Colonel Daddy nodded. "NO MAJOR INJURIES!" He exclaimed outloud. "NONE!" He started at Tahoe. The commander of the 307th fighter squadron kept his bearing and shallowed hard.

"Now, what is Kungfu's injuries now?"

Soul dropped the chart and picked up another one and read it. "Two black eyes, a red throat, a broken pelvis, three broken ribs and a sprang hand, plus he keeps muttering 'It was inhuman' and 'Not of this world,' and something about 'preiscious bodily fluilds.'" He gulped and kept a tremble from showing. "The doc says it'll take some time for him to recover, but he shouldn't be in any danger...anymore."

Daddy spun around at Slpsht. "Damn-it Slpsht!! I thought you said Kungfu was going to be safe!"

Major Slpsht stood ridged. "I...I...I ordered two guards posted. We have no idea what happened to them."

Daddy exploded at the response. "GEEZ!!! Its not like we have enough trouble with the freakin Germans!? WHAT THE HELL is going on here. In the past three months we lost more P-51s to landing gear accidents than to German fighters!!!" He threw some paper on his desk into air and coninuted. "We've lost three pilots NOW! Vonmac is almost fully recovered, Sleepy is AWOL and Kungfu now has to make a recovery! Its like Ram1 has put a curse on us!"

Yamon, the commanding officer of the 308th FS spoke up next. "Sir we have no evidance that Natty was the one who hurt Kungfu."

Split laughed. "'It was inhuman. Not of this world'"?? "Yeah thats totally not Natasha."

Daddy shot both Yamon and Split a look that could kill. "I'd watch myself Yamon. So far the incidents have been focused on the 309th, but you never know what can happen next!"

He saw Yamon shake his head. "I want some answers people. We've lost more crews to

Natasha this year than to the Germans. This has GOT to stop! DISMISSED!!"

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Lieutenant Scooby sat at a table in the hammer and sickle playing cards with Samson,

Asmech, and Alaric. He put in 2 dollars for his next bet raising the price of the pot to twenty dollars.

"Did ya hear what happened to the new guy?" Samson said in disbelief.

Alaric nodded. "Crying shame. The guy never got to unpack."

Asmech just stared at Scooby who wore a grin. "What's with the grin?"

Scooby smiled. "I got this pot in my pocket."

Asmech called the bet. "That must be some record for Natasha eh? What was it, nine hours?"

All the cards were laied down. Alaric had a pair of sixes, Samson had a pair of nines, Asmech had three jacks and Scooby laided down his full house of queens and aces.

"Yup...gotta be a record..." Scooby said.