Author's Notes: Uuh... Please excuse the overly long disclaimer. I seem to be having problems with them lately. The treaty I signed with them at the beginning must be wearing off. But, on to the fic notes!
This fic is slightly different in the respect that it's all conversation. All of it. No description in it anywhere. It's kinda like a play, I guess, even though I hate those, but even play's have descriptions in them. And each line of conversation doesn't have a person assigned to it. You have to figure out who's saying what from what's being said. Oh, don't look at me that way, it's not as hard as it sounds. The only thing you have to know is it's all being said on one of the Deep Eyes' random missions over the comm units in their helmets. And it goes from there. Have fun!
Warning: Slight, very sight cussing. And, um, Neil rules? ::glomps her Neil::
"Neil! Will you just shut up?!"
"Oh, come on babe. You know you love it."
"I'm trying to work here. More than I can say of you..."
"Hey! I'm working! Hard, in fact."
"Fleming! Proudfoot! Comms are not used for socializing!"
"Yes, sir."
"Aye, aye mon capitaine."
"Fleming!"
"...Yes, sir."
"......."
"......."
"......."
"......."
"...I'm bored."
"We're in the middle of a mission, Neil."
"So?"
"So?! Don't 'so' me, you stupid little prick!"
"Stupid?! Jane, babe, I happen to have the highest IQ outta all you suckers. No offence, Serge."
"Heh. None taken."
"But you got the little prick part down."
"Arg... One day, Neil, one day-"
"That's enough, people! Look alive!"
"Yes, sir." "Yes, sir." "Yes, sir."
"......."
"...That's it! I can't take it anymore! I'm dying from boredom. Jane, come on over here and give me a little 'mouth to mouth'. I think I need resuscitating."
"NEIL!"
"Fleming, say one more word and it's to the brig with you!"
"Ye-uh..."
"Just say it, Neil."
"Yes, sir."
"......."
"......."
"......."
"Sir-"
"Neil, what did I tell you?"
"But, sir-"
"No, buts mister!"
"I just wanna-"
"Fleming."
"Watch out Cap. You're starting to sound like my mother."
"You stay out of this, Ryan."
"The Serge is right, though, Captain."
"And you too, Jane!"
"No, sir, really-"
"I have had it up to here with your insubordination, Neil."
"But, sir-"
"Hehe. I don't think he's gonna stop anytime soon, Cap."
"What is your problem today, soldier?"
"Well, sir, if you'll let me expla-"
"Put 'em in the brig, sir. I think he deserves it."
"Now, Jane. You're not helping our comrade's predicament any."
"That's the whole point, Serge."
"Will you people just shut up for a minute and LET ME TALK?!"
"......."
"......."
"......."
"Go ahead, Fleming."
"Not like any of you care what I have to say, even though I am a genius."
"Neil-"
"Ooooh, noooo. Don't listen to the one who actually has a thought worth giving a damn."
"Neil-"
"You guys just keep on talking, and talking, and talking and you never get anywhere. Now, I, on the other hand, have conversations that actually have merit. When I open my mouth, you know something good's gonna come out. It's gonna have value. If people just listened to me more often, the world would be a better place."
"Fleming!"
"Now, some of these people nowadays, woo-wee buddy. I'm not quite sure... Oh, sir, you want something?"
"What were you going to tell us?!"
"Oh. Oh! That. Phantoms coming in from the east, sir."
"......."
"......."
"......."
"Why didn't you tell us that earlier?!"
"Shit! Jane, take point. I want to know the second you get a phantom sighting. Ryan, take the rear. Come on, people, move! We've got phantoms to kill!"
"See, we wouldn't be having this problem if you had just listening to me in the first place. But, noooo, don't listen to the smart one. They never listen to the smart one."
"Neil?"
"Yes, Jane, sweetheart?"
"Shut up!"