That girl right there's the perfect storm
"I don't get it," Fred said. He and Mike were taking the first watch of the night.
Tyler had quit his watch and gone to the back of the lobby, where Angie had just come out of the office after finishing a bunch of data loads. They stood there for a minute, trading words that nobody could hear, his hand on her shoulder and hers on his hip. Casually intimate, ignoring the others.
"Lemme guess... how does a commando like him and a geek queen like her hook up?" Donovan was as used to the question from others as he was used to asking it himself.
"Well, yeah, it's not like they match up, y'know? I don't get it."
"You don't have to... believe me I've tried. All you gotta know is that if you cut one of them, the other one bleeds. Right before they blow your head off."
Fred sat back and laughed. No matter how badass she came on to Steve (the eternal pussy) he couldn't see it.
"Seriously?"
Donovan smiled, certain in his knowledge even if he couldn't make sense of it.
"I've known Tyler, and about him, for a long time. The only shooter that ever took him down was dead before he hit the ground."
"C'mon... her?"
Donovan yawned... it had been a long day. "I'm too tired to bullshit... you wanna test my theory, knock yourself out."
Fred watched the end of Tyler and Angie's private conversation and their walk to the elevator. They weren't even touching each other now, but something about them said "Keep Out" in big red letters. How could two people look so private right out in the open like that? He took in Donovan's knowing smirk before answering.
"I'll pass, thanks."
"Smart man."