Seanday Reloaded: Sentry One

Sgt. Banton walked up to the soldier glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone was watching; satisfied he gives him a hard slap on the back; "You know soldier, I think you've been one of the best recruits I've had on this tour of duty." The soldier makes no comment or even moves.

Binton goes on, "Time ticks on, and you're about to be served your papers. You're being sent back home tomorrow, how do you feel about that?" The soldier remains both silent and motionless. "That's what I like about you son; strong and silent. You must have been guarding this gate for what the past four months? You know you scare the shit out of them, you're the best the boys have sent us."

There's a noise from behind; a cough. Binton turns to see another soldier, much smaller standing nearby. He salutes, "Private Jacks, reporting for duty. Sir!"
"At ease private. You stepping in for private Kincade here?"

"Yes sir."

"Ok soldier carry on."

Binton watched as Jacks secured his rifle and removed his jacket; watching as he rolled his shoulders as if he was limbering up. Finally he walked up behind the soldier; resting his palms on his impressive back. Jacks gritted his teeth and pushed; Kincade swayed slightly and Jacks started to disappear into the soldier. The definition, and shape of Kincade's back shifted and moved, giving the impression that Jacks was walking through thick molasses. Only minutes had passed and Jacks had completely disappeared into the soldier.

For the first time, the soldier moved; a simple roll of the shoulders. He turned to face Binton, "Sir! Private Kincade reporting for duty, all systems on-line and green."

Binton smiled, "Best soldier ever."

*****

Three weeks later; Kincade was back home, having a debrief—of sorts. A young man in a white lab coat was checking notes on a clipboard, he tapped the soldiers heavy set chest, "Never get tired of doing that." He says with a grin.

Kincade of course said nothing as he stood there in his white briefs along with fifty of his identical brothers; all called Private Kincade.

The young man slyly looked up at the camera as it panned to the left, quietly he slipped behind the line of soldiers and slipped off his coat.

The camera panned to the right, and completely missed the soldier jerk and convulse a little. This time Kincade's eyes followed the camera as it panned again to the left. Then he sprinted to the door, a strong athletic body pumping with little effort leaving a pile of clothes and a white lab coat on the floor.

It was only a couple of minutes later, and out of sight of any cameras a large heavy set man was pulling on some clothes from a sports bag tucked behind a cabinet; a t-shirt and jeans.

"This is one Kincade that isn't going to be destroyed, I'm ready to make a life for myself." He growled as he made his way out of the building heading for the parking lot.