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Fardel struggled to pull himself up the sand dune. His fur was burning hot and his throat was dry. It had been several days since he had had a drink. He looked over the dune and rubbed his eyes, not believing what he saw. A river! He pulled crawled up to the top of the dune and rolled down the other side, all the way to the little bunker sticking out of the riverbank. Several Revolutionary guardsmen ran up to him and yelled in Farsi. Not knowing what they were saying, he put his hands up and tried to keep from passing out. The one whom Fardel assumed was the leader aimed his rifle towards Fardel, clearly intending to shoot. Suddenly he heard a crack and the Guardsman toppled to the ground. Fardel reached around and grabbed the AK, shooting two men going back to the bunker. Before he could shoot the third, he heard a second crack and saw him fall into the dirt. Fardel proceeded to crawl to the river and take several gulps of water before sliding in and submerging himself. He swam across with his mouth open to get it wet before being pulled out of the water by two US Army soldiers. He then realized that this was the Iran-Iraq border and shook his head. He looked around and saw several more soldiers standing agape staring at him.

"What?" he asked them, before remembering his changes. "Hey, you two, thanks for pulling me out. Got any *fresh* water?" One of the soldiers who pulled him out handed him a canteen.

"Drink all you want, uh.. Mr..."

"Fardel" he said, figuring he didn't know his name, since he was still wearing a prison jumpsuit.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Fardel. What were you doing out there? Who, or WHAT, are you?" The young soldier asked.

"I appreciate that question. I'm afraid that's above your pay-grade, but I am a US citizen. Where can I refill this canteen?" The soldier looked annoyed at his sarcasm, but pointed him to a 5000 gallon water buffalo.

"I'm sorry Mr. Fardel, but we're all a bit confused by this, and since you have yet to provide clearance, me and my buddy here will have to escort you to the General." The other soldier stated. Fardel walked over and refilled the canteen several times before handing it back to its owner.

"Perfect. I was about to ask you to take me there anyways. Well, times a wastin, so lets get moving." With that the three of them walked to a dune buggy and raced over the desert to the nearby base. Everyone was shocked at the appearance of Fardel, having never seen something like him before, but he ignored it and kept his head, and tail, tall. The senior soldier radioed in a request to see the General, stating there was a special person needing to see him. When they got to the HQ building, the two soldiers escorted him to the General's office. After a moments hesitation, Fardel knocked.

_"Entras" _came the single word reply. Fardel opened the door and entered into the General's office. He paused, then presented himself.

"My name is Lieutenant Johnathan Fardel, US Navy SEALs. I take it you are General..."

"Kelso. The names General Robert Kelso. What exactly are you, and why are you claiming to be a SEAL, a famous one at that?"

"Alright, Kelso, if you don't believe me, I can dial the Pentagon right now and confirm it's me. You actually would know it's me if you payed attention to Iranian propaganda broadcasts. But never the less, it's me. I need a ride straight to DC."

"Ok, Furdel, how do I know it's you?"

"First off, I know i have a southern accent, but IT'S NOT THAT FRIKKIN BAD! F-A! NOT F-U! Also, how do you know it's me? Well I know you aren't Robert Kelso. You aint a black cat who served in VIETNAM, and you sure as hell aint an attorney general from the 1960's."

The General pressed his speaker button "Margret, bring to large cammie uniforms to my office. Get this boy some new clothes."

The voice on the other side got mad "MY NAME ISN'T MARG- oh whatever, yes sir!" The General turned back to Fardel.

"No one else is that much of a history buff. I'll see what I can do to get you a ride. Take a seat. Also, what was that about a cat? Never read about a cat in Kelso's files."

Fardel was embarrassed. "oh, uh, nothing, sir. Thought i'd catch you off guard. So, what can you do about getting me back to DC?" The General turned to his computer screens. He began typing. After a few minutes, he looked back up.

"Well, Fardel, sorry I didn't believe you. You check out. As for flight... a C-130 is coming in in a few days to drop off supplies. I'll get you a ride back on it. After it leaves our base it heads to Saudi. From there I'll see if the local Air Force general can't hitch you on a non stop flight on a C-17 to Andrews or something. I don't suggest you get in public much until the Pentagon debriefs you. Barracks 17 isn't completely full. See if you can hole up there until you leave. They are pretty nice guys."

"Thank you, sir." With an exchange of salutes, Fardel left. As he opened the door he saw a sergeant with two camo uniforms headed to the office. He paused and looked at Fardel. After going in the office, he walked back out and handed him the uniforms. Fardel walked down the hall to the bathrooms, and changed in there. He came out feeling refreshed and got directions to barracks 17. He opened the door to find it unlocked and surprisingly empty. He threw his stuff in one of the unoccupied lockers and hopped on the bunk next to it. He stretched out on his stomach, flicking his tail around. He let out a faint hiss of surprise when one the platoon leader walked out of his office at the back, which startled the platoon leader. After his initial surprise, the leader walked over and shook Fardel's hand.

"Pleased to meet ya, the names First lieutenant Joey. I assume you are the new...person I was informed of?" his uncertainty on what to call Fardel did not go unnoticed, as it annoyed Fardel, causing him to flip back his ears.

"Yeah, Lieutenant Fardel. I'm still a man, despite several... cosmetic... changes. Pleased to meet ya, Joey."

"What type of LT there, first or second? If you don't mind my asking."

"Lieutenant. The Army's captain. I'm in the Navy, I was just lost and stumbled here."

"So you met the General, huh? How'd that go?"

"Pretty well, he didn't believe me at first but I proved I was who I said I was."

"So something he does is tell every new person he is a different name. I was told General Pershing. What'd you get?"

"I got a General Kelso. Funny because he doesn't look like an attorney general from the 1960's. I told him that and he realized it was me." This got a laugh out of Joey. Joey look at Fardel and couldn't stop laughing every time he looked at him. Finally Fardel had enough and asked him what it was.

"OK, you won't believe this, but this artist, Jay Naylor, ever heard of him?"

"I'm familiar, yes."

"Well, he does this furry webcomics. Better days and original life. Well anyways, in the first one, it takes place in the 70's to 80's, he has a General Kelso, a black cat. The General probably referenced that, given your, ah, current state."

"Ha, fuck you. But yeah, I'm familiar with said comics and brought it up. Caught him by surprise."

"Well, nice talking to you but I got shit to do. Feel right at home, we're the guys that keep the base safe so we don't go out much."

"Will do." Fardel said as Joey walked out the door. Later that night, after chow, Fardel met all his bunkmates, who bemused him with cat jokes.

To be continued...?