At a BBQ stand

Ms. Plodivis had been shocked when the gorgeous team leader Jane and three extras had arrived at the remote village where she had just set up a brand new Barbecue for the locals, and had been instructing them on the fine art of sauce experimentation. The four people hopped out of a brand new Helicopter that had hastily had the "Channel 4" logo on the side covered up with black tape, and replaced with a fairly good imitation of an actual military logo, prominently featuring a rooster being strangled by an elegantly done female hand, complete with nail polish and jewelry.

Jane wore the standard military outfit of her unit, which consisted of a tight black catsuit, festooned with various trophies and other items that were guaranteed to be a conversation starter in any casual military event. Accessories included an official Israeli Defense "Tseaqah" walkie talkie, and a classic silver plated Desert Eagle, guaranteed to show that while you COULD be using a rifle for pretty much the same weight, carrying around a big impractical handgun was far more effective for intimidating people. She strode carefully through the village, the various extras about her stopping their bits of business to look in awe at the woman and her three fatigue clad underlings. The underlings merely marched straight ahead, NOT looking at the camera, or any of the other actors, and it was the fifth take, so they had better not fuck it up again, or they'd be waiting tables in San Berdadino and wondering how it all went wrong.

Carole looked up from the spit, and the large bird that was now being slathered with something that smelled absolutely delicious. Little Gamey, but adding in the Barbecue flavor more than made up for the occasional tough patch. The helicopter's engine whirled to a halt as Carole finally recognized the face of the approaching woman.

"Hello Jane." Carole remarked, turning back to the spit, and nodding as a man handed over a goat for a large bucket of Barbecued Cockatoo with a nice newly printed label that read "Plodivis "Chicken""

"Been a long time, Carole." Jane remarked, "Sorry I didn't call first, but you're hard to get ahold of."

"I left that life behind a long time ago, Colonel." Carole shrugged, posing for a picture with a local kid and smiling as she handed over a Kids meal and Conspicuously refused the payment.

"You did a lot of good for a lot of people, Carole. Shame to see you wasting your talents on... folks who won't appreciate it." Jane looked at the worshipful expressions on the faces of several nearby men, and ignored the small white stain on Carole's BBQ apron.

"Making good food for people isn't wasting my talents, Jane. You taught me that." Carole objected to the Colonel's tone, and conspicuously gave the goat to the local priest with a bow and an "Amen".

"Carole... I told you I'd help you when I could... you interested?" Jane nodded as a local man gestured to her patent leather boots. She sat carefully in the shoe shine chair as the guy whistled a happy tune, flipping a towel over his shoulder.

"Loooovely weather we be havin', Huh?" He commented, shining the black leather of the Colonel's boots happily. Jane quickly silenced him by dropping the requisite fee of two bits onto the bench, along with another two bits to shut the guy up. He took the hint, and busied himself with his work while the conversation continued.

Carole looked into the middle distance, her face on a flock of Cockatoos as they fluttered in the wind. Their constant squawking was growing a little annoying, especially when she had to ask Jane what she said again.

"I SAID, You can't possibly want to stay here for another five years!" Jane nearly shouted as the sound of cockatoos slowly receded into the distance. "I read your report on clearing these things out. Five years of shooting birds you love."

"I KNOW, they're delicious aren't they?" Carole held up the bucket again towards the camera, winking and inclining her head.

Jane shook her head, deciding that she'd have to change tactics. She replaced the foot with the other, and admired the shine of the man's muscles as he worked the fine leather. Carole at least had taste in her eye candy, she had to admit.

"Hear me out first." Jane raised her hands and allowed her bosom to heave magnificently beneath the half unzipped catsuit. "A covert operation is being geared up in Alabama. We ran the numbers through all possible scenarios, and your name tops the list. We had other options, but none of them know Chickens like you."

"Oh, so now you're ready to listen to me? I warned you about what would happen if you started tampering with my Grandfathers' Chicken Recipes." Carole angrily retorted. "I've seen first hand what happens when you mess with a classic. Remember New Coke?"

"It's worse than that, Carole. Much worse. Somebody restarted Project Domestic Bliss. The research lab your family started after the civil war us the target area -- no one knows that cow college better than you. There's a lot of very **** co-eds around there, and the risk to them is very high. You'll be on temp contract to the unit; and if the operation is successful, there might even be a permanent position available. Course, you would have to make certain that the job is your highest priority, which would mean leaving behind your entrepreneurial activities here."

Carole thought about it for a moment, before her face took on a look of grim determination. She nodded.

"Good. " Jane rose from the shoe shine chair, and tipped the guy a dollar. He tipped his cap, and happily scurried to find another customer. "I'll get the necessary clearances, and the next time we'll meet, it'll be in Huntsville. " She looked over the wares on display at the BBQ stand once again as she sat there. "Uhm... how much for a bucket?"

"Right now we're doing a special on buckets, buy one get one for only half price, and the best part is most people aren't willing to cut a goat in half, so we end up with both goats anyway." Carole grinned at the older woman, before looking at a sobbing man holding a machete and staring at three goats.

Jane was impressed by the entrepreneurial spirit, and shook Carole's hand before gesturing to the military fatigued extras. She paused for a second, something seeming to bother her.

"I want you to know I did what I could to keep you from being censored."

Carole nodded, a soft smile on her face. Jane had been a bitch of an academic advisor, but there were things she'd learned from the gal that she wouldn't trade for the world. Mostly involving marbles and massages and how the two could go together well.

"I know." Carole spoke the words softly. "But Jane?"

"Yes?"

"This time, we stop it. We can't let another Sanders incident happen."