A/N - I wrote this drabble for fun, and just to see if I could make it look like the story was going in one direction, then completely change where it went. My best friend said you think it's going to go one way, but you eventually realise it's just them being awesome.
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John silently stalked the hallways, gun securely held in his hands as he watched out for his target. He reached a corner and peered to his left, grinning as he spotted the very man he was hunting.
Quietly slipping around the corner he took aim and shot for the shoulder, grimacing as the man moved and the shot hit his back. Being entirely unprepared for the impact, Rodney McKay stumbled and fell to the floor. John approached the vulnerable man, gun ready in case of any sudden moves.
He looked down in satisfaction at the red stain spreading out on Rodney's back. Suddenly he felt something impact the back of his leg and looked down, seeing the blue liquid slowly dripping down his pants.
Turning sharply, he saw Elizabeth fleeing around a corner. As he started off, chasing her, he heard Rodney groan from behind him, but ignored the scientist and headed down the corridor. Rodney opened his eyes and sat up, his gun clutched in one hand, the other touching his back where he'd been hit.
"This isn't gonna come out!" he yelled after his retreating friend, standing up.
"That's what you get for wearing a white shirt while playing paintball!" John retorted over his shoulder as he pursued his fleeing boss.
-fin-
