Soooooooooooooooo hello there!
2: Small Smiles
"There used to be more people than this in Tesco at eight in the morning," Hannah sighed as she looked around the few other solemn looking people sat at the small tables.
"This all seems so unreal," Claire, added also looking around.
US Army personnel stood at every door, window, corner, turn and wall, each suited and booted for combat, helmets down over there brows and straps digging under there chin and all clutching rifles.
"I feel more like I'm in a high security prison," Hannah huffed, swirling her spoon in her tomato soup before picking up the warm crusty roll on the side plate and ripping it in half.
"Whoa look," Claire nodded, causing Hannah to turn in her seat to take in the few men that had just sauntered in, long guns pointing towards the ground hung down their backs from thick straps slung across there chest.
"What do you suppose they do?" the short haired blonde questioned as they both watched the small group, one member splitting away from the chatting men and heading towards a dark skinned man in uniform sat at a table further in the wide hall.
"Snipers," Hannah stated watching with a lack of interest but keeping her eyes on them because they seemed to be the only people moving.
"How do you know?"
"They have sniper rifles," She nodded towards the back of the one man that was closer to them, his body becoming almost crouched as he took long, stealthy steps to his unsuspecting friend, sat with his back to him, drinking from a take away cup.
"And how do you know that?" Claire frowned turning to shoot her friend a curious look.
"Dad was in the forces," She shrugged before continuing.
"Plus there's movies and games," She gave another shrug watching as the man pounced his target, aiming strait for the neck with obviously some form of frightening noise as his friend shot out of his chair like a bat out of hell, flailing his arms to get the unknown person off of him before rounding to take in his friend with outrage.
"Doyle!" The startled man loudly barked out while the assailant simply laughed out at his friend.
"I swear man, one of these days I'll shoot you," He pointed a warning finger towards his grinning friend.
"Aw come on," The sniper grinned opening his arm as his friend shook his head and sat down with a chuckle.
"I'll shoot you next time, now sit down,"
With a shake of his head and a chuckle, the sniper, Doyle sat opposite his friend, bringing his weapon to his side and leaning on the table.
"I call dibs," Claire suddenly chirped.
"What?" This earned a small smile from Hannah, causing her to turn to her lightly grinning friend.
"I dibs the sniper!" she smiled, something they felt they hadn't done in what felt like years.
With a raise of her brow Hannah watched as her friend took a long swig from her bottle of coke, tilting her head awkwardly and obviously, to look towards the two men.
"I'll let him know so he can stalk you and perv threw the huge window," Hannah grinned, Claire's eyes widening as she took a shocked intake of breath, only succeeding in inhaling her coke, causing her to jerk the drink away from her as she started to splutter and choke, the fizzy drink pouring out her nose instantly causing Hannah to burst out laughing as her friend doubled over in a coughing fit.
After she had finally managed to calm herself somewhat, Hannah stumbled over to her friend a giggling mess and patted her back a few times.
"I'll go get you some water!" She chirped before weaving threw the tables.
"You tart!" Claire coughed out.
"Why did you…say that!…While I was drinking!" She shouted threw her flurry of coughs just as Hannah was coming up to the two Army men, causing her to laugh out again, this time without the sitting support she had in the chair moments ago she stumbled of to the side in her hysterics bumping into an empty chair and clutching to it for support as she nearly collapsed.
"I…won't be able… to…sleep now!" Claire continued to force out, desperately trying to calm her once coke filled lungs.
The more Claire shouted at Hannah the more she laughed to the point she was out of breath, red in the face and her sides where splitting.
"Please stop!" Hannah begged taking a deep breath and clutching her stomach.
"No! You're a…bloody tart!" with a giggle Hannah shook her head at Claire's words, finally composing herself to walk again, still grinning and giggling every time Claire coughed or shouted after her.
She held herself high as she strode past the two US Army men, giving them a polite smile each and nod of the head.
"Evening,"
Wandering back over to her seat with a bottle of water she handed it to her scowling friend with a grin.
"That was funny," Hannah giggled as her friend took a drink.
"Yeah, me choking, hilarious," She rolled her eyes.
"Hey, least you got noticed," Hannah beamed.
"Not exactly the way I wanted to," She turned away from the sniper and his friend while Hannah shot a sneaky look over with a soft smile, freezing as she caught the sniper giving a curious look her way, and instead of obviously snapping her attention away acting like she wasn't looking she just casually moved her gaze from him and to a few other uniformed men around the room before turning back to her friend.
000
"This is weird," Hannah, stated, as she looked around the area, huge, blinding floodlights blocked out the darkening sky, keeping ground level forever bathed in light.
"We're back in the UK, but we're not home," She added gravely, casting a look at her friend who gave a nod.
"We'll never be home," Claire sighed.
They both headed into the apartment complex the first few floors lit up with the room's occupants, a few other lights dotted around randomly higher up, there room soon to be one of them.
000
Laying at his post, the marksman casually scanned the area threw his scope, peering down to the lower grounds, finding two other US Army men stationed at their post in a reclined lounge, both chatting idly, one having a smoke.
With a small smile and shake of his head he moved the scope to the building opposite, filing over the lit up rooms idly, before searching higher, with a laugh he pulled away from his rifle, shaking his head and rubbing at his eyes.
"Fifth night," He rose his brown with a nod, obviously the couple of the room where trying to set a record.
Threw normal vision he quickly spotted a room light up, closing an eye as he returned to the scope, bringing the vision up one room from the over active couple and to the only lit up room on the 23rd floor.
A young woman was sitting bolt up right in her bed, her dark hair messy and dishevelled and a very irritated look on her tired face.
Or perhaps the couple where trying to simply piss off their neighbours.
The sniper gave a grin, watching as the woman fisted her hands in her hair, probably trying to suppress a scream before cover her ears and turning to the second bed as a scruffy haired blonde sat up, rubbing her eyes.
It was obvious the girls where annoyed the couple downstairs and there late night activity, for the fifth night and all.
He watched as the brunette covered her face and flopped back on the bed, her head hanging of the edge of the mattress causing her chest to lift slightly with the arch of her back, the tank top she wore stretching dangerously low over her chest, on the brim of being a teaser trailer for a brilliant show.
A brow slowly rose as he found himself lingering on that view.
And we're gone!
wouldn't you love to live above that... hearing it every night... lololololol
