ZIM
"Who's the chick?" Max wondered out loud.
"I'm thinking probably the civilian they ran into," Gossard replied dryly.
I shifted the foliage in front of my face so I could see and discovered he was right, there was a young woman sitting with the LT's group. I had been pre-maturely prepared to contact the LT and inform him that we would be at his location within two minutes, but that feeling in the pit of my stomach had forbid it, so there we were, practically sneaking up on our own squad.
I shook my head viciously; I was just being paranoid!
"T'phai, inform the Lieutenant that we're coming, ETA two minutes," I ordered. "Lets go."
"Talk about your blonde bombshells," Max breathed.
"Yeah," Gossard scoffed. "Looks like she already blew up Higgins and he's too distracted to pick himself up again."
DIZZY:
"What's the good word LT?"
"Zim's group is going to rendezvous with us here in two minutes," Rico replied.
"No complaints here," I shrugged, glancing over my shoulder at Higgins and Sandrine. "THAT is what I have complaints about. You can't honestly tell me you trust her."
"You can't honestly give me a reason not to," he replied.
"OK, for example: her eyes." I trailed off. "They look like.They ARE." I shuddered. "They're deep black, cold, heartless, vicious, blood thirsty. . .God, Rico, they look just like a bug's!"
Rico eyed me skeptically with his: 'have you been out in the sun too long look'. I glared back; please, the sun down there was completely covered and it looked nearly ready to snow again.
"Hey, don't take MY word for it, you want to have a look? Be my guest." I shrugged. "That's IF she even meets your eyes without throwing herself on you, too." That gave me a slight pause and left me wondering what his reaction would be if Sandrine DID throw herself at him.
"Look, Diz, I didn't say I DID trust her, I just said that I have no legitimate reason NOT to trust her," Rico said calmly.
"Except that she just sat there, watching us, for about five minutes pretending to be unconscious and has mentioned the bugs all of once since she 'came around'. But still you're telling me that basically we have to sit and wait until she tries to attack us and THEN you'll not trust her. Well, I gotta hand it to you Rico, you really are starting to think like an Intel. Officer."
"Ha!" Rico retorted. "Some compliment!"
"Who said anything about compliments?" I replied.
DOC:
I could read the rest of the squad coming up, out of the bushes, though I'm not quite sure how much stalk I was putting in my equipment. It told me there were bugs everywhere, yet not a bug to be seen, heard, killed or otherwise. It was telling me that Sandrine was OK, nothing wrong with her at all, and yet she was the thing worrying me most.
I sighed, returning to listening to the conversation going on between Dizzy and Rico. It wasn't like I was eavesdropping, I could jump in at any time; I just didn't plan on it. My soul intention was to keep an eye on the two kids and try to prevent any upcoming fight(s).
"You're the biggest pain in the ass," Dizzy informed him. "I hope you know that."
"Yeah, even when I'm acting as the responsible LT I can't manage to hide it," he replied part mockingly, though I could see the beginning of a smile on his face.
She rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smile tugging at her own lips. "ESPECIALLY when you're acting as the responsible LT, and don't patronize me Rico."
"But that'll take all the fun out of it," he replied, the smile winning the battle that had taken place on his face.
Shaking her head Dizzy couldn't help but smile back, "really do hate you."
"Yeah, I know."
RICO:
"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!" Sandrine cried jumping to her feet. "Oh my goodness!" She began flailing her hands about loosely as though trying to dry freshly applied nail polish.
"What?" I demanded gruffly. "What's wrong?"
"Th-the," she stuttered. "There are, um, people back at my base. It's like a cabin, out there." She pointed vaguely towards some tree. "We - we have to go there, we have to help them!"
"Look, we're waiting to rendezvous with the remainder of our squad," I replied. "They get here and then we'll go see if they're still there."
"No! We can't wait!" Sandrine insisted. "Who's the manager here?" she demanded, stomping her foot like a snobby, unsatisfied customer at the supermarket.
"I'M the Lieutenant," I snapped, realizing just why Dizzy had taken such a disliking to her in the first place. "And we are waiting HERE for the rest of my squad, understand?"
"But -"
"Look who ever MAY be out there has been out there long enough," 'while you were snuggling with Higgins,' I added silently, "that an extra 10 minutes isn't going to hurt them if they're even still there to be hurt. The rest of my squad is still alive and at the moment more important." I was dangerously close to finishing with 'than any wild goose chase that you could be leading us on'. "Do you understand?"
"I -" she glared at me defiantly, somehow without actually meeting my eyes, "yes, sir."
I nodded curtly and left her to Higgins.
DIZZY:
I grinned, 'finally!'
"She deserved it," I said bluntly to Doc. "Seriously," I lowered my voice, "don't you think if they were that important to her she would have thought of them the second she gained consciousness?"
He nodded, "exactly."
"I'm gonna go talk to Higgins and see what set her off 'remembering' in the first place," I said, turning to leave.
"If that's what it takes to get 'proof not to trust her' then I'm for it," he replied supportively.
"As if we need proof," I scoffed.
"Who's the chick?" Max wondered out loud.
"I'm thinking probably the civilian they ran into," Gossard replied dryly.
I shifted the foliage in front of my face so I could see and discovered he was right, there was a young woman sitting with the LT's group. I had been pre-maturely prepared to contact the LT and inform him that we would be at his location within two minutes, but that feeling in the pit of my stomach had forbid it, so there we were, practically sneaking up on our own squad.
I shook my head viciously; I was just being paranoid!
"T'phai, inform the Lieutenant that we're coming, ETA two minutes," I ordered. "Lets go."
"Talk about your blonde bombshells," Max breathed.
"Yeah," Gossard scoffed. "Looks like she already blew up Higgins and he's too distracted to pick himself up again."
DIZZY:
"What's the good word LT?"
"Zim's group is going to rendezvous with us here in two minutes," Rico replied.
"No complaints here," I shrugged, glancing over my shoulder at Higgins and Sandrine. "THAT is what I have complaints about. You can't honestly tell me you trust her."
"You can't honestly give me a reason not to," he replied.
"OK, for example: her eyes." I trailed off. "They look like.They ARE." I shuddered. "They're deep black, cold, heartless, vicious, blood thirsty. . .God, Rico, they look just like a bug's!"
Rico eyed me skeptically with his: 'have you been out in the sun too long look'. I glared back; please, the sun down there was completely covered and it looked nearly ready to snow again.
"Hey, don't take MY word for it, you want to have a look? Be my guest." I shrugged. "That's IF she even meets your eyes without throwing herself on you, too." That gave me a slight pause and left me wondering what his reaction would be if Sandrine DID throw herself at him.
"Look, Diz, I didn't say I DID trust her, I just said that I have no legitimate reason NOT to trust her," Rico said calmly.
"Except that she just sat there, watching us, for about five minutes pretending to be unconscious and has mentioned the bugs all of once since she 'came around'. But still you're telling me that basically we have to sit and wait until she tries to attack us and THEN you'll not trust her. Well, I gotta hand it to you Rico, you really are starting to think like an Intel. Officer."
"Ha!" Rico retorted. "Some compliment!"
"Who said anything about compliments?" I replied.
DOC:
I could read the rest of the squad coming up, out of the bushes, though I'm not quite sure how much stalk I was putting in my equipment. It told me there were bugs everywhere, yet not a bug to be seen, heard, killed or otherwise. It was telling me that Sandrine was OK, nothing wrong with her at all, and yet she was the thing worrying me most.
I sighed, returning to listening to the conversation going on between Dizzy and Rico. It wasn't like I was eavesdropping, I could jump in at any time; I just didn't plan on it. My soul intention was to keep an eye on the two kids and try to prevent any upcoming fight(s).
"You're the biggest pain in the ass," Dizzy informed him. "I hope you know that."
"Yeah, even when I'm acting as the responsible LT I can't manage to hide it," he replied part mockingly, though I could see the beginning of a smile on his face.
She rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smile tugging at her own lips. "ESPECIALLY when you're acting as the responsible LT, and don't patronize me Rico."
"But that'll take all the fun out of it," he replied, the smile winning the battle that had taken place on his face.
Shaking her head Dizzy couldn't help but smile back, "really do hate you."
"Yeah, I know."
RICO:
"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!" Sandrine cried jumping to her feet. "Oh my goodness!" She began flailing her hands about loosely as though trying to dry freshly applied nail polish.
"What?" I demanded gruffly. "What's wrong?"
"Th-the," she stuttered. "There are, um, people back at my base. It's like a cabin, out there." She pointed vaguely towards some tree. "We - we have to go there, we have to help them!"
"Look, we're waiting to rendezvous with the remainder of our squad," I replied. "They get here and then we'll go see if they're still there."
"No! We can't wait!" Sandrine insisted. "Who's the manager here?" she demanded, stomping her foot like a snobby, unsatisfied customer at the supermarket.
"I'M the Lieutenant," I snapped, realizing just why Dizzy had taken such a disliking to her in the first place. "And we are waiting HERE for the rest of my squad, understand?"
"But -"
"Look who ever MAY be out there has been out there long enough," 'while you were snuggling with Higgins,' I added silently, "that an extra 10 minutes isn't going to hurt them if they're even still there to be hurt. The rest of my squad is still alive and at the moment more important." I was dangerously close to finishing with 'than any wild goose chase that you could be leading us on'. "Do you understand?"
"I -" she glared at me defiantly, somehow without actually meeting my eyes, "yes, sir."
I nodded curtly and left her to Higgins.
DIZZY:
I grinned, 'finally!'
"She deserved it," I said bluntly to Doc. "Seriously," I lowered my voice, "don't you think if they were that important to her she would have thought of them the second she gained consciousness?"
He nodded, "exactly."
"I'm gonna go talk to Higgins and see what set her off 'remembering' in the first place," I said, turning to leave.
"If that's what it takes to get 'proof not to trust her' then I'm for it," he replied supportively.
"As if we need proof," I scoffed.