Written for the prompt 'mine' given by my partner in crime, Brina (Brinchen86). Why go for the obvious meaning when I can have fun with the dictionary instead? :)
"You're supposed to be hunting the others, Parker, not hiding!" Parker didn't bother to look over her shoulder at Eliot's hissed complaint. Instead, she absently waved him down to join her on the ground under a cluster of honeysuckle vines while keeping her attention firmly forward.
Joining her, Eliot could now see the target of her focus- Hardison. The geek was creeping from cover to cover in what must have been his idea of 'stealthy'; to Eliot's trained eye it looked more like a cross between drunk and constipated. "Wha-," he started to ask, only to be cut off by Parker's impatient shushing. Giving up for now, Eliot settled into a more comfortable position on his belly and observed Parker watching Hardison. As Hardison moved further towards a small clearing, Parker tensed with anticipation, until finally…
BOOM
Parker wriggled out from under the bush and took off running, a very stunned Eliot following closely behind. "I got you! I so got you!" she crowed as she raced up to a green-drenched, shell-shocked Hardison and danced around him.
"Parker!" yelled from two throats as both men tried to get her attention. As she finally stopped moving, Hardison indignantly wiped green paint from his eyes and glared. "Land mines aren't allowed in paintball," he grated out, spitting a mouthful of paint onto the ground.
Shaking her head hard enough to send hair flying, Parker replied, "Yes they are. I checked- there is no rule against using modified Soviet land mines, so I got you fair and square." She stuck out her tongue as she made her point.
"Parker, why did you use a mine when we're playing paintball?" Eliot asked, trying to hold his patience. This could have gone wrong, so very wrong, if she'd made even the slightest miscalculation. Given that it was Parker, that risk was somewhat low, but even she had to have her off days with explosives.
Parker gave him an incredulous look. "Running around with a fake gun and shooting each other is boring. This made it more exciting and unpredictable!" Hardison groaned to himself while he wiped his face clean with the bandana Eliot handed him.
"Mama, 'unpredictable' sounds like you got more of these things out here. How many land mines did you bring?"
Shifty looks and silence met Hardison's question, which was answer enough. A fainter boom sounded off to their left, followed by a woman's scream of outrage, and Parker's eyes grew big as she realized that Sophie must have been caught by that one. "I need to run now, right?" she asked as she fit action to words and took off into the underbrush, hitter and hacker bare seconds behind her. When Sophie was on the warpath, there was no such thing as 'innocent bystander', only collateral damage!