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ZIM:
We had caught up with the rest of the squad and, under Sandrine's persuasion, were now heading in the general direction her friends, allegedly, still were.
Dizzy and Doc were both doing their best to ignore Sandrine and their tense feelings, Higgins, on the other hand, was falling all over himself to do her every bidding. Rico was unreadable, (then again I hadn't spoken with him yet,) and the group that had come with me was looking confused and completely unsure of what to think, I didn't feel dissimilar.
Dizzy approached Rico calmly, though she spared a quick glance in Sandrine's direction. "Look," she said, just loud enough for me to pick up on, "all Higgins did was ask her how she had managed to escape and suddenly she went berserk."
Rico rolled his eyes. "NO!" He gasped sarcastically. "Quick get the ax, lets execute her!"
"Oooh!" Dizzy smirked, "Sounds like a plan! But do you think SICON could spare us those brief moments from the desperate situation down here that they so politely hauled us away from our R 'n R for?"
Rico returned the half-smile, "I didn't expect you, of all people, to be complaining about that."
"Yeah, well, I guess it just goes to show that I was right about what I've been telling you all these years," she shrugged. "Which would be?" he asked skeptically. "You have GOT to take that thing in your head out for exercise more often!" and slapped the back of his helmet just hard enough to make him stumble forward slightly, leaping sideways to avoid retaliation.
"Hey!" He cried, stopping himself from lunging after her as he remembered himself at the last second, consequently tripping over his own feet and falling forward.
Laughing, Dizzy caught him and looped an arm across his wavering shoulders to steady him, though she was unable to find the air to make any more noise than the giggles that wouldn't stop coming.
T'phai, Doc and Gossard's shoulders heaved in stifled laughter while Higgins and Max snorted behind their hands and even I could barely hold the amusement back as my stomach vibrated with silent laughter. I didn't think to look at Sandrine.
So much for military discipline, this is generally NOT the kind of attitude that is expected from troopers, especially ranking ones, when on a mission and in other circumstances I might have chastised them. However we'd been down there for hours and not seen a single bug, so I couldn't particularly blame them if their attention was starting to waver, this wasn't boot camp anymore and on the other hand I no longer outranked Rico. A pink tinge entered Rico's cheeks for a brief moment, but was quickly replaced by a grin of his own. When, suddenly, the reason why became very apparent . . .
SPLAT!
Dizzy spluttered spitting snow from her mouth while Rico had his chance to laugh and took full advantage of it.
"Ah!" Dizzy exclaimed. "You may laugh now but -"
"Trouble," a deep voice echoed through the laughter like a razor sharp knife.
Every one froze, nerves tingling as their blood ran cold and everybody reached for their rifles.
ZIM:
We had caught up with the rest of the squad and, under Sandrine's persuasion, were now heading in the general direction her friends, allegedly, still were.
Dizzy and Doc were both doing their best to ignore Sandrine and their tense feelings, Higgins, on the other hand, was falling all over himself to do her every bidding. Rico was unreadable, (then again I hadn't spoken with him yet,) and the group that had come with me was looking confused and completely unsure of what to think, I didn't feel dissimilar.
Dizzy approached Rico calmly, though she spared a quick glance in Sandrine's direction. "Look," she said, just loud enough for me to pick up on, "all Higgins did was ask her how she had managed to escape and suddenly she went berserk."
Rico rolled his eyes. "NO!" He gasped sarcastically. "Quick get the ax, lets execute her!"
"Oooh!" Dizzy smirked, "Sounds like a plan! But do you think SICON could spare us those brief moments from the desperate situation down here that they so politely hauled us away from our R 'n R for?"
Rico returned the half-smile, "I didn't expect you, of all people, to be complaining about that."
"Yeah, well, I guess it just goes to show that I was right about what I've been telling you all these years," she shrugged. "Which would be?" he asked skeptically. "You have GOT to take that thing in your head out for exercise more often!" and slapped the back of his helmet just hard enough to make him stumble forward slightly, leaping sideways to avoid retaliation.
"Hey!" He cried, stopping himself from lunging after her as he remembered himself at the last second, consequently tripping over his own feet and falling forward.
Laughing, Dizzy caught him and looped an arm across his wavering shoulders to steady him, though she was unable to find the air to make any more noise than the giggles that wouldn't stop coming.
T'phai, Doc and Gossard's shoulders heaved in stifled laughter while Higgins and Max snorted behind their hands and even I could barely hold the amusement back as my stomach vibrated with silent laughter. I didn't think to look at Sandrine.
So much for military discipline, this is generally NOT the kind of attitude that is expected from troopers, especially ranking ones, when on a mission and in other circumstances I might have chastised them. However we'd been down there for hours and not seen a single bug, so I couldn't particularly blame them if their attention was starting to waver, this wasn't boot camp anymore and on the other hand I no longer outranked Rico. A pink tinge entered Rico's cheeks for a brief moment, but was quickly replaced by a grin of his own. When, suddenly, the reason why became very apparent . . .
SPLAT!
Dizzy spluttered spitting snow from her mouth while Rico had his chance to laugh and took full advantage of it.
"Ah!" Dizzy exclaimed. "You may laugh now but -"
"Trouble," a deep voice echoed through the laughter like a razor sharp knife.
Every one froze, nerves tingling as their blood ran cold and everybody reached for their rifles.