Chapter 2: The Personality inside.

Shit… Oh, shit…

I had no idea how much I had given away… I quickly ate a handful of cheezits and chomped, so I didn't have to hear them.

"Elliot, you know I can hear you eating, right?"

"Mup.." I said with my mouth full. What a bad habit.

"Just swallow what you're chewing so we can get on with this mission."

I swallowed. "Umm… Yup, let's go… Umm… where were we again?"

"Damn it, Elliot. We're in 2001 and we're in Iraq. Figure it out."

"Oh, right." After a few minutes, I ended up having to drag my partner to a hiding place and healing him. "If you're going to be such a dork, then I'll let you die out there."

"It's not my fault you're broke."

"Oh, har-de-har-har… What a joke."

"We rhymed."

"So? What the fuck do I care?"

I shook my head, my eyes closed. I was dealing with a moron.

I felt the headset get tugged off my head. I opened my eyes to see Elliot and Tyson staring at it and then me.

"What? I'm talking to a friend on XBOX live. We're trying to do a mission here, thanks."

We reached the mid-mission shopping screen. As usual, I bought practically everything in the Secondary Weapons store and was back down to $0

"Haha, you're broke again."

"What? I can't help it! It's a curse!" I laughed and took the headset back from Elliot and put it back on. "I can't help the fact that I looooovvvee to shop for guns."

"You sound like a murderer."

"We're almost done murdering people, anyways." I said jokingly.

"Not until we lock Dalton in the safe."

"Yeah, I forgot about that." I sighed. "How much longer?"

"Five minutes."

"What?"

"I have to go in five minutes."

"You're shittin' me. Don't leave me here to fend for myself!"

"Elliot, I'll be back in two minutes after I leave, so just wait there and don't go and kill yourself."

"Feh… Yeah, like that's ever happened." I said as my friend left to go eat dinner. I ran ahead, shooting things and opening up a pathway. Then I hid behind something.

"I'm seriously reconsidering letting you be Salem… Maybe if You're Rios for a day…"

"Shut… Up." I said.

"Hey, what are we, chop liver? The fuck, lady?" Elliot asked.

"I'm doing something here!" I said.

Elliot and I got into a heated argument, and I ended up blowing up a missile and making us start back at the checkpoint.

"More mid-mission shopping?"

"Yeah! Let's buy things!"

Elliot looked at Tyson. "She has a split personality…." He said.

"You're telling me."