Johnston was confused. First she was enjoying her long term napping at the ocean floor, Then this Cuthulu looking mother fucker just picked her up and dragged her across the ocean. She had just been tossed like a depth charge, and now she has a human body. To top off her day she had just been told by an Iowa with similar guns to Yammy, 'no time to explain distract the thing' as if she didn't want a piece of the beast. As she sat there processing things she heard a little jingle and a truck redlining. Turning around she found a van with an ice cream cone on the top drift next to her.
"You got any Torpex?" came a question from a submarine who was sticking her head out the window of the Ice cream van.
"What?" Johnston asked, then shrugged. "I got 10 MK15's, so around eight thousand pounds."
"Good I need all of it to make this into a perfect bomb." the submarine said.
"That's all well and good Barb, but we got to go." Taylor said, not that she needed introduction to Johnston. A Fletcher knows a Fletcher.
"Well let me in. I want to see this go up in a ball of fire." Johnston said as she pushed into the van.
"Live fast, die young and have a good-looking wreck!" The two fletchers said in unison.
"By the way, how did you get a hold of this ice cream van?" Johnston questioned.
"Well…"
-flashback-
Taylor was worried, walking out of the museum rooftop, and sliding down until she had hit the water. Looking around she was the only one who had noticed that USS Barb was missing, so she decided to look around. Her eyes scanning around for any sign of the sub she passed over an ice cream truck. Wait, that truck wasn't there earlier. Walking over she found a member of the E88 tied up and a passed out Barb surrounded by ice cream wrappers.
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"I would question why, but honestly I can relate." Taylor said to herself as she nudged the submarine. Who bursted awake screaming in joy.
"I CAN SEE GOD, HE HAS DEMANDED AN EXPLOSION! I NEED YOUR TORPEX TO COMPLETE MY MASTERPIECE! I SHALL BE THE FIRST TO SINK AN ICECREAM TRUCK HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Barb shouted before crashing again.
"Well if we are to turn this truck into a bomb, then we need to save the ICE CREAM!" Taylor shouted into Barb's ear, waking her up again.
"Yes, saving the ice cream is the most important, but where to drop it off?" Barb asked as she practically vibrated.
"Nevada should be relatively close." Taylor said as the two got to their stations, barb setting up the explosives and Taylor at the wheel.
-Flashback end-
"Neat, why is there a nazi tied up?" Johnston asked as Taylor finished the story, as she pointed to the man who was now awake and looked at them fearfully.
"I forgot he was here, Barb 30 seconds to intercept you almost finished?" Taylor responded.
"Done, timer set, Bail." Barb shouted as the group bailed leaving the flying Ice Cream Bomb to collide with Leviathan before exploding.
"We forgot the nazi." Taylor mentioned after the group got over the beauty of the explosion.
"Who gives a shit, it's a nazi." Barb responded.
"Valid." Taylor replied.
"LET'S DO THAT AGAIN!" Johnston yelled with glee.