A Few Good Grunts

Tom was doing some last minute tune ups on his recon before his recon mission. He was a grunt with some medical skills under his belt and knew how to drive the recon. In fact he was only doing this mission to make sure that there where no more Xylvanians in Frontier borders. "Hey Tom" said a Voice. Tom turned to see a grunt with a cast over part of his head with a hole for an eye and a symbol on his back pack that meant he was a private. It was Pvt. Hazard. Dubbed Hazard by his comrades due to his unbelievable bad luck streak.

                                                                                                                                                                                                 "Hey Hazard " said  Tom "I see your jaw bone is fixed."

"Yeah well I'm being discharged today due to my mom being scared for my safety and" Hazard said rubbing the back of his head "I got stuck In a Xylvanian mine field."

                                                                                                                                                                                            Toms jaw dropped "How did you I don't want to know?!" said Tom "Well good bye and good luck old friend."

"You to see ya" said Hazard sadly.

They saluted each other and went about their business. Tom thought for a moment "well there goes good soldier and friend oh well the recon is ready might as well get going" While driving he thought of how his recon had no weapons due to the Western Frontier's 'keep the peace' mentality they had know  ,and instead had a search light controlled by a joy stick in the front seat. In fact the only weapons he had where his standard-issue H-16 rifle ,revolver ,and a knife.  While patrolling the forests by the Tundran and Western Frontier border he felt something pulling him no sucking him to some unknown destination! He held on for dear life screaming while he and his recon were pulled in then he blacked out.

While blacked out he thought of his friends Private Hazard and Albert a grunt from the Tundran army. Right then he woke up only to be greeted by a small horse with a hour glass tattoo on its flank talking in a Anglo accent about humans and hands quite excitedly. Then it walked in to about a blue box about the size of a phone booth that vanished with a wind. Leaving Tom there saying "what the heck was in my coffee!?"