Apriltober 2022 12 Happy.
a/n: Doug and Gwin try to keep from dying of boredom on an extended mission.
All the good things belong to Monolith Soft.
"This is not my style, no matter the payout," the larger BLADE muttered. He was peering over the edge of the rocky mesa, viewer trained on the gate of the major Ganglion base in Cauldros.
"Just three more days," encouraged his companion. He wriggled slightly to get more comfortable in the dirt, but also kept his eyes on the target.
"Look, Gwin, every time one of those machines moves in or out, my first impulse is to go fight it, not count it for a survey."
"We could accidentally start a fight," Gwin offered. "Like, I could fall off the cliff and trigger a response, if that would make you happy."
"It would not." Doug handed the viewer over to Gwin. "Your turn."
Gwin pressed the blocky scanner to his face, but continued on the previous theme. "It's not like you need to push me off or anything. People would buy that I tripped and fell."
"Pay attention."
"I am. Nothing. Looks like they may be packing up their lunches, so things should happen soon, but right now? Nothing. I mean," he continued, "I'd even untie a shoelace if you worried about making it look believable."
"No wonder Irina keeps you on a short leash."
"She gets me," Gwin said. "Sometimes I wish she trusted me more, but she definitely gets me. One coming out, small, looks like troop transport."
Doug made a note. Gwin's prediction was correct, as vehicles and floating armored weaponry started moving through the gate at a faster rate. There were more arrivals than departures, which didn't thrill Doug. "They're either planning something, or we are missing a heck of an opportunity."
"Toss me down and I can set some charges."
"No. Have you been drinking with Frye or something?"
"Hey, sitting and spotting isn't my thing either. I started getting bored on Tuesday, and now I have a whole plan."
"Which is?"
"Blow the gate, bigger on the outside so they think it's an attack, but smaller on the inside so that it won't function. Time the follow-up explosions on the bridges between buildings so troops can't move. I'm not sure what I'd really like to hit though: the tower or the warehouse. Probably both, although if the tower runs communications like I think it does, that would be more useful for longer. The Ganglion have plenty of material still outside the fort." He adjusted the viewer slightly. "Two large transport, looks like they're moving a Zig, headed inside. Orange markings."
"What the hell?"
"We've seen that twice before. HQ wasn't too bugged."
"No, I mean, you have a whole plan of explosions just ready to rattle off?"
"Sure. Doesn't everyone?"
Doug tapped him on the shoulder. "My turn. And no, that's not normal, Gwin."
"Oh. Shoot."
"Not saying it's not interesting. Lay out more of your plan while I watch."
a/n: Gwin is best buddies with my chaos gremlin OC Case the Headcase.
Next up: If you have a suggestion, let me know, otherwise: loudly. I sense Frye.