Fine
Summary:
A Duff and Lia tale.
There was smoke every were, just breath he told himself. Duff pulled the gun tighter to his chest, witch caused a sharp pain. "I don't believe this, your first day back and u get this." He thought to himself. It was only a mater of seconds before the order came to shoot. Duff rechecked his sight so the H.T was dead center and pulled the trigger.
"Good work people go home people get some rest and de-briefing 8am tomorrow sharp!" Cheryl's voice boomed. Matt grinned and whispered something in Emily's ear, no guessing what they'd be doing tonight but would he? He mentally kicked himself for that thought; suddenly he felt the bile in his throat rise.
"Duff, duff are you ok?" Lia called form behind him. He stood slowly from the crouching position over the bin to face her and racked his brains for something to say. "yer, fine just not feeling to good." Was all he could think of. She look concerned "want a lift home?". After a moment of thought he decided he probably couldn't drive right now anyway . . . . . . .