The entourage that was heading out for the first round, was all assembled in a back room of the mini-base. There, Marissa, Tyler and Curtis were busy loading the weapons they were taking with them. Also, the big rottwheiler Xena was bounding around and growling at everybody viciously while they were trying to work. Tricia was standing in a corner, arranging the supplies she was going to have to carry, when she spotted Eric to her left, sitting on a bench and checking his ammunition belts. Tricia thought for a second, and then walked over to him..
"That was so sexist.. what you did back there."
Eric blinked, "What exactly did I do?"
"The whole... "You?" and perking of eyebrow."
Eric grinned, "Oh that. Well it wasn't a sexist thing."
"Then?"
"It's more of a "You don't look like you've done a days work in your life" kind of thing."
"Ugh, that is so blonde-ist."
"Blonde-ist?"
"Yeah. I can take care of myself on you know."
"Whatever you say princess, by the way, you won't be killing any creatures with that thing," Eric pointed idly to the glock Tricia was carrying before standing back up and walking away.
"Why the hell not?"
"The safety is still on."
Eric turned his back to her and walked over to Marissa, leaving a bewildered Tricia to stare blankly at the gun. "Great...." muttered Tricia, trying to figure out how to take off the safety.
"Here." Tyler stood in front of her and un-locked the safety. "Should be fine now."
"Thanks."
Tyler shrugged, "Learned that a long time ago."
Tricia sat down on the bench, and started to feel the bravery she once felt starting to drain away. "I don't know If I'll be any use going out there with you guys."
"You will be, plus, you're not even afraid. I can tell, and I respect that."
Tricia sighed. "Yeah, well, it's more like, I haven't let the terror sink in. But it'll come to me eventually." Tricia looked back down at her glock. "I don't even know how to shoot properly."
Tyler sat down on the bench next to her. "here, it's easy." Slowly, he took her hand, and helped her aim the glock.
"When you two are done groping each other...try doing something to help us out." That was Eric again.
"Back off," replied Tyler.
"Make me?"
Tricia sighed and shook her head ---Oh boy--
"Guys, break it up. This isn't the time or the place," Marissa tried to calm them both down.
The boys cooled off, and Eric turned back to the table, while slinging the M16 around his shoulder, "Fine. Gear up............. it's time to be heroes.
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(Next chapter is back to the action, I promise)
"That was so sexist.. what you did back there."
Eric blinked, "What exactly did I do?"
"The whole... "You?" and perking of eyebrow."
Eric grinned, "Oh that. Well it wasn't a sexist thing."
"Then?"
"It's more of a "You don't look like you've done a days work in your life" kind of thing."
"Ugh, that is so blonde-ist."
"Blonde-ist?"
"Yeah. I can take care of myself on you know."
"Whatever you say princess, by the way, you won't be killing any creatures with that thing," Eric pointed idly to the glock Tricia was carrying before standing back up and walking away.
"Why the hell not?"
"The safety is still on."
Eric turned his back to her and walked over to Marissa, leaving a bewildered Tricia to stare blankly at the gun. "Great...." muttered Tricia, trying to figure out how to take off the safety.
"Here." Tyler stood in front of her and un-locked the safety. "Should be fine now."
"Thanks."
Tyler shrugged, "Learned that a long time ago."
Tricia sat down on the bench, and started to feel the bravery she once felt starting to drain away. "I don't know If I'll be any use going out there with you guys."
"You will be, plus, you're not even afraid. I can tell, and I respect that."
Tricia sighed. "Yeah, well, it's more like, I haven't let the terror sink in. But it'll come to me eventually." Tricia looked back down at her glock. "I don't even know how to shoot properly."
Tyler sat down on the bench next to her. "here, it's easy." Slowly, he took her hand, and helped her aim the glock.
"When you two are done groping each other...try doing something to help us out." That was Eric again.
"Back off," replied Tyler.
"Make me?"
Tricia sighed and shook her head ---Oh boy--
"Guys, break it up. This isn't the time or the place," Marissa tried to calm them both down.
The boys cooled off, and Eric turned back to the table, while slinging the M16 around his shoulder, "Fine. Gear up............. it's time to be heroes.
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(Next chapter is back to the action, I promise)