A.N. : I'm going to start making my updates shorter, but I'll try and do them more often ok? And PU-LEEEZE review. They totally keep me motivated to keep writing. I don't get a lot of positive feedback here at home, so you have no idea how much the encouragement keeps me feuled!
I stood in the center of the ledge,
I watched the screen a few moments, concentrating. Then hurtled myself down the jump; grabbed the rop, swung myself, and flipped. I shot from both guns, letting each shot click. Each bullet went into their targets.
I twirled the guns, moved them to my belt, letting the empty gun stalks fall and clicking fresh ones in each. I continued to shoot, flipping backwards and on various ledges.
As each fun emptied, I expertly refilled them with a fancy drop of each stalk and loading of a fresh one from my ammo belt. I ended the ammo on the highest ledge.
I let the smoke of the gunpowder air out, breathing heavy from the work out.
"Every shot, square on target." A cool voice said.
I looked down. Midnight Sky leaned against the stone pillar. This work out room and various targets, as they lit up, you need to shoot them. The room has ledges, up to fifteen feet to the ceiling, to flip of f and do it all while you shoot.
"So, you found me." I said flipping down.
"You like to work out?"
"There's nothing better to do. Back home I'm playing on my air board or with Sparkler. There's nothing here to do but to work off steam." I glanced up at the camera in the corner. It's there so agents can review any exceptional workouts."
"Working off steam? Not bad. Can I play?"
"This is for the big kids, pebble brain." I replied coolly. I picked up the belt with eight fresh gun stalks. I clipped it on and slipped my guns in their holsters.
"I see you're going for the Tomb Raider look-alike." He looked at the TV screen, which showed the work out in the beginning of Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, the exercise I was mimicing.
"It's good stuff. Thought it would bea quick challenge."
He smirked. "She probably couldn't hit the broard side of a barn in real life."
"I doubt there are any barns in Hollywood." I turned off the TV.
"Still."
"Where's Cannon?"
He averted his eyes slyly. "With Tulip."
"Don't you mean two lips?" I smirked. "I should have guessed." I loaded my guns, one in each hand.
"Come on." He put out a hand.
I gave a crooked smile and handed him one of the guns.
"If you'd like to go by movies, why not James Bond?"
"James Bond was more of a womaizer then you and Cannon squared." I replied shortly.
He aimed the gun at the stone wall.
"See that fly?"
"Yeah."
"Me first." He spit out a quick shot and nearly hit the fly.
"Amateur." I said airly. I held my out my gun, letting it follow the confused insect up the wall.
One shot.
The fly was pinned to the wall by the force.
"Right there the center of the body. Nice job Beautiful."
"Not you two." I groaned. I fired another shot and hit another fly buzzing on the ceiling.
He sat next to me and we both laid out of the floor, looking up at the cieling.
"Is this what you do in your spare time?" He teased,
We both fired a shot and both it the same small moth.
"Normally I shoot at Cannon." I replied.
He snorted and fired two more shots.
"See that?" I pointed to an ant-sized crack on the high ceiling.
He fired a shot and missed.
I aimed crack and missed.
He shot and the crack exploded to four times it's size.
"Nice shot." A voice said
We both turned to see Agent One walking in.
The heals of his shoes clipped nealy on the marble tiling of the work out room.
He looked down at the two of us, layong on the ground, aiming at bugs.
I gave a smirk, "What's up, One?"
"I was walking by the security office and saw your workout videos Silver."
I shugged a shoulder and made a quick shot, catching another fly off guard.
He raised his eyebrows.
I aimed at him and shot.
It went right over his shoulder, cutting a tiny loose thread on the shoulder of his suit jacket. I twirled the gun and put it in it's holster.
"Impressive." He took a step forward. "Do you realize you two are two of the best SITs ever in SIT history?"
"Glory and Delta are better then I am. They say it all the time in Washington." I said humbly.
"That's just because they don't like trouble makers." He grinned. "In these real-life missions your intuition is carrying you far past them."
Midnight Sky knocked my shoulder. "Told you they was pretty boys."
"You do have a certain disregard for the rules. I heard you two left your cabins last night." He raised an eyebrow.
Surprisingly enough, I saw Midnight's cheeks flush.
"Not a big deal. I used to do it all the time as an SIT." He laughed. "Just don't let it happen again. It doesn't reflect well on me."
"It was a one time thing." I smirked back at Midnight Sky in a teasing way. "It won't happen again."
Agent One looked up at the flies we'd oblitherarted. "You could be an Agent One someday."
"After you've retired of course." I reminded.
He smiled. "Of course."
"It's amazing you'd take a whole month off your work to see a bnch of SITs play on a giant playground" Midnight Sky fingered the leather cork choker around his neck.
"Well, I'm the one hiring my right hand man in a few years. Want to see you guys in action. It's a business move, of course."
"All ways business." I said cheerily.
"No more sneaking out?"
"Course not."
"Good." He turned on heel and walked out.
I looked at Midnight Sky. "All ways business." I whispered.
I tossed a quarter in the air and we both shot at it.
A/N PRETTY PLEASE R/R!
PS. About my challenge requirements. I decided that you can make Silver and Cannon fall in love in it. Might as well give you guys the choice right?
(Heh. No one will take me up on the challenge. Lol!)
