Getting to know you, subchapter nine: Snipers.
Don't think of liquids. Don't think of water, of cool blissful water gushing through moisture laden valleys. Definitely do not think about that.
" Hey, ya know oi think its been long enough where you can let me get down. We'da known if there was foitin' at this point." The sniper had been laying on his belly atop the lockers for hours, he was hungry, tired, and the lights from outside were starting to fade. Nobody was going to remember to flip the switch for the hall lights, they never did.
" You can never tell." The texan muttered back. She was still diligently manning her rifle.
" Goddammit woman, I gotta piss!" He snapped. This was just unprofessional, he didn't even have a jar to go in or anything.
" Can piss all you want right there. I ain't moving till I get the signal."
" And wha' exactly is this mystical signal? Wha's it signaling?"
" I have no idea. I'll know it when I see it." The male sniper groaned, and turned to roll over.
" Don't move!" The female snapped.
" Oh, for christ's sake, I'm READJUSTING MY BODY PARTS. IS THAT ALRIGHT OR ARE WE GONNA MAKE IT A FEDERAL ISSUE?!"
" DON'T TEST ME!" The female sniper roared back.
" You're insane!" The male fired.
" DON'T. TEST. ME!" She bellowed again. Spinning the rifle, she turned and fired several shots into the lockers on the other side of the hall. She snorted like a bull, cricked her neck, and turned back to the male.
" Now look at that, I've wasted ammo. Call me insane one more time and I'll be wasting it by riddling you spindly form full of holes."
" Yeah, because wha' you just did is a perfect display of normal human behavior."
" I AM NORMAL. IT'S A MINOR ANGER CONDITION; THAT'S ALL!" The texan was clenching her fists, and breathing heavily. The male sniper was of course disgusted, but all he could do was roll over and mutter,
"Unprofessional." To himself. This job put you a coin toss away from getting crazed psychopaths behind advanced weaponry; he'd clearly gotten the tail end of this flip. Trying his best to definitely not think of the ocean, or lemonade, or waterfalls with thousands of gallons of liquid pouring down them every second the sniper lay quietly.
Until an explosion boomed from what sounded like the medibay. Fire alarms blared, sprinkles jetted into action, and there was the distant ring of someone screaming angrily in German.
" Well, good enough of a signal for me." The texan grabbed her gun and hopped off the locker, sprinting in the direction of the explosion.
" Bloody insane." The Sniper muttered, before crawling off and stretching his cramped limbs. Should probably go see what havoc the medic had wreaked now, also check what was up with all these women, see if there was any food left over…But as the male sniper scooped his gun off the ground and inspected it for damage, he realized he really did not care.
But Jesus Christ did these sprinklers remind him that he needed to find a bathroom.