A/N: Ok, so it's my first fanfic, so go easy on me please. But criticism is welcome, I love to improve my stuff. Will probably update slowly.
"Shit! Shit Baird! Get up!" I sat up sharply.
"What?" He was instantly alert as well.
I pressed a finger to my lips and a moment later the terrible sound that had woken me ripped the air again.
"Shit!" He yelled. We both rolled off the bed reaching for our clothes.
"Ahh… Crap!" Our gear was down in the armoury.
"Weapons?" Damon called from across the room.
"Pistol. Sniper." I replied, grabbing my Longshot from against the wall and pulling the Boltok from the holster on my hip.
"I got nothing. How we playing this then?" He asked.
I threw my pistol to him. "We get our assess down to the weapons room, get some shizz and fight these damn bastards." I growled.
"'Kay, Sarge." He snorted.
"Hey! Your thinking of the other Fenix." I laughed.
"Yeah, well, you sounded just like Marcus then, hun." He winked at me. The next round of fire snapped us back to reality.
The comforting sound of a perfect active reload on my baby calmed me as I brought my gun up to firing level, ready to take another shot. The resonance of the guns fire, followed by the rush of parting air before being concluded by the wet sound of blown out brains, made me smile. A beautiful, thin white trail, led all the way to my target, passing through the place where the Boomers head used to be.
"Nice shot." Baird muttered from the other side of the cover.
"Huh." I grunted, lining up another headshot.
"You really are sounding like your brother today." He half yelled over the pistols retort.
"Whatever." I pulled the trigger back hard and watched through the scope as the bullet hit its mark, right between the eyes. "Too easy…" I mumbled to myself.
Two corridors from the armoury we came across what appeared to be a Locust barricade.
"Shit." Baird muttered.
"We'll be fine. I'll take it back and go on stealth, you cover me." God, I am sounding like Marcus… I pulled back and began to set up my next shot.
"Hahaha! The Train's arrived, baby!! Whoo!!!" Lancer fire ripped the air as Cole charged down. I laughed as Baird rolled his eyes.
"Where the hell did you get the gun from Cole?" He roared over the noise.
"My room! Like Jules with her beloved sniper, but I don't sleep with my chainsaw, man!" Cole boomed right back.
"Hey! I don't sleep with my baby! That's just wrong!" I yelled, firing another perfect headshot.