It was clear from the beginning that there were two teams, Booth and Bones vs. The Jeffersonian. Though the two could not for the life of them figure out why (even though Bones insisted that the pounding of their hearts had nothing to do with figuring something out) they took it in stride, knowing that hesitation would mean annihilation in this game.
That wasn't a complete exaggeration considering that everyone in the building had a high I.Q and access to flammable material. Zack had received the first of many mishaps, the young man now looking even more ridiculous (ridiculously cute that is) without eyebrows. Hodgins was to blame of course; the minor explosion caused by a rogue dart had almost scorched him as well.
Ever since that accident people steered clear of unidentifiable liquids and gases meaning that the majority of the fighting occurred in the storage areas. It was the perfect area for the duo, Booth with his sniper abilities and Bones with her vast knowledge of the Jeffersonian.
"Why do I feel like this is the only gun your going to allow me to have?" she asked as she fired multiple rounds at a fellow employee, smiling as he fled from the foam darts.
"Bones, how many times do we need to go over this? You shot me!"
"It was a flesh wound Booth. And we both know it wasn't my fault!" she frowned, considering pointing her gun at Booth and making him promise to give her a gun. His promise was unlikely though due to the fact that this gun was hot pink.
"I still don't understand why you insisted I have the pink gun. I can only assume that since our society has branded pink as a feminine color that you would feel as though your alpha male status would decrease if you held such a bright shade." She was silenced by Booths callused hand as he pulled them down behind a crate, refilling his emptied gun.
"I just don't like pink Bones. How are we supposed to win this war anyway? It's not as though people go down after their shot."
"True, but the darts do leave circles after you peel them off. The reason you haven't noticed is because you haven't been struck yet. I can only assume that after this is over, we will see how much harm the marks would have caused in real life and determine who would be alive at the end." Her voice was remarkably calm considering she had just somersaulted out from behind the crate to shoot an intruder before answering him.
"Well in that case we are so going to win." His face glowed with mischief as he grabbed her hand, leading her to a ladder he had spotted before.
"I concur. With your army training and my martial arts knowledge we are formidable team. Perhaps that is why everyone seems to be after us." Booth shot someone who attempted to follow them up the ladder, smirking as they ran for their life.
He knew she was right. Together they were unstoppable. Already they had covered others in darts and remained untouched. He wondered why Angela had even bothered in the first place, hadn't she realized that they would team up?
"Perfect." He arranged a few boxes to make sure that from their spot they were invisible from the rest of the floor. Luckily there was a door behind them that led to a stair case, he left it slightly ajar so that no one would be able to sneak up on them from behind and so that they would have an escape route.
"This is a prime position for us to win. You must have made a very formidable sniper Booth. Your abilities are quite unique. I can only imagine that you were a very effective sniper in the field." He winced at her words. He had always tried to keep his past life private; looking back caused too much pain for it to be worthwhile. He knew that Bones would start asking questions about where he learned how to pick a position in which to kill unsuspecting targets, he only had a short amount of time to change the subject.
"I'm surprised Bones, your pretty good at this game." He flashed one of his charming smiles, knowing that she would take the compliment and they would be able to move on.
"That can only be expected from someone with my kind of experience. My vast knowledge in martial arts and my talents at using a gun can only increase my ability at-" her face lit up with understanding, Booth had to bite his lip from laughing out loud. "That was a compliment wasn't it…" He nodded his head in reply. "Oh. Well thank you for that." She smiled faintly, taking her position next to him.
She was silent for a few seconds, but Booth knew that wouldn't last. She was incapable of sitting still for more than a few moments, her brain had to be active constantly; he wouldn't be surprised if her dreams were full of work as well.
"Booth, are we going to be maintaining this position for long? Logically it is a better decision to continue moving, that way others cannot-"
He resisted the urge to groan. Here we go again.
