Author's Note: Prompt suggested by TheDragonOfManyFandoms.
D is for Deadly
If looks could kill Patch's haughty gaze would melt metal, Dynamite's dirty look would dismantle, and Blade's ice glare would stab you through the engine. But even a threatening as those vehicles stares of disapproval were the smokejumpers suspected that the vehicles above them in the chain of command were not actually the most dangerous ones on base...and because Danger was every smokejumper's middle name, they were also determined to find out if their hypothesis was correct.
"MY VOTE IS MARU."
"Maru' mirada sucia is deadly, but I am still inclinado hacia Cabbie." Blackout motioned in the direction of their jump plane's hanger with his blade. "That plane is el volcan when he gets pushed to the edge. Drip?"
"Hm, this is a hard one…I all can say Dipper doesn't make the cut…" Drip shrugged.
"AGREED." Avalanche thundered as Drip crossed out Dipper's name on the chalkboard.
"Windlifter." Dynamite's voice stopped all the vehicles in the room in their tracks.
"WHAT?" All three of the smokejumpers in the room spoke, but none of them could be heard over Avalanche's thunder.
"Windlifter…" Dynamite said with a smirk while leaning against the hanger's door frame. "I have only seen him lose his cool once, but when he did, his glare even made Cad drop oil in the parking lot. Honestly, it was something that gave me nightmares for weeks."
With that the smokejumper captain closed the door and sauntered off to play poker with Pinecone and the other ladies on base for the evening. This, of course, left Avalanche, Blackout, and Drip alone in the hanger. All three of the male smokejumpers made eye contact with each other…after a few long moments that almost felt like an eternity Drip bobbed slightly as a wicked grin spread across his face. None of them had to speak as they started to hatch their plan to try to figure out just how deadly Windlifter's glare really was.
