"Grif step on it!" Sarge demanded as The Reds in their Warthog speed through the futuristic city. "We're gonna be behind those dang gummit, blues in getting to the ship launch!"
"Eh, who cares." Grif half heartedly says.
"Dude, you remember who you're talking to, right?" Simmons asks from the back turret.
"Grif! If the blues beat us to the ship, they'll get bragging rights over the Red team! We can't allow that!" Sarge exclaims.
"You know, Carolina and Wash are probably gonna get there before anyone. You don't get bragging rights for second place." Grif brings up.
"That'll be one higher than us unless we get to that ship!" Sarge exclaims.
"I don't know if we'll get there in time, Sarge." Simmons says. "I don't think we're supposed to pass through this place."
"What makes you say that?" Sarge asks. The group then notices the weird looks they're getting.
"For one, military personal cruising around never turned this many heads." Simmons started off. "And second, when did the whole population become teenage girls?"
"Yeah. And they all have a gun of some kind." Grif notes. "The hell, is that a dog person?!"
"Carrying around your primary weapon is normal in case an enemy attacks!" Sarge explains.
"Yeah, for the military. Not for normal people." Grif says. "I'm pulling over. Maybe theres something that can tell us where we are." With that, Grif parked the Warthog on the side of the road, and the three red soldiers hopped out.
"Maybe we should try that convenience store. It should have a map or something." Simmons says.
"Oh! We could get snacks!" Grif exclaims.
"Grif, you're staying out here." Sarge shuts down. "Simmons, lets go."
"Yes sir!" Simmons excitedly says as he and Sarge head for said convenience store.
"Guah, fuck this." Grif groans, looking around the city, ignoring the stares he was getting from passerby's. He spots a library not to far away. "Eh. Looks like a good place to take a nap." With that, he heads towards the library and casually walks in. Once inside, he heads deeper into the building to find a good place to fall asleep, either oblivious or uncaring toward the stares and raised eyebrows he got along the way. Eventually he spotted a good corner where he could lie down and catch some zzz,s. With that, he yawned and flopped onto the ground, completely apathetic to how he looked to the outside world.
Not long into his sleep he can feel someone tapping on him lightly, as if to get his attention. He wakes up to look to the source.
"Sarge?" He asks. He then sees the person poking him is not his CO, but a girl on the short side with long, messy, pink hair that fell past her waist with mismatched eyes, her right one yellow while her left was blue. Like everyone in this city, she carried a gun with her, this one a Benelli M1 shot gun that was coloured white along with black as well as a hint of pink that has help on via a strap over her shoulder. Under her arm, she held a pillow.
"Sarge eh?" The girl says. "Don't think I've been called that one yet. I kind of like it."
"And you think someone would be willing to call you sarge?" Grif asks the girl.
"Its not out of the question." The girl replies. "I see you found the ideal sleeping spot."
"Yeah..." Grif says unenthusiastically. "Wait, you come here to sleep?"
"Yeah. It's pretty good. I always did like fish." The girl responds. Looking around, Grif notices this was the area where plenty of fish centric books were shelved.
"Huh." Grif can only respond. "I just came here because it was hidden enough away from everything incase some people came looking for me.
"Yeah, theres that to." The girl agrees. "I'm Takanashi Hoshino."
"Grif." Grif introduces. "And I have to say, its good to meet someone with an appreciation of the art of sleeping."
"Hear hear." Hoshino lazily cheers. "I usually have to get my hours in in some long forgotten room at Abydos."
"I hear that. I had a way of hiding to get some sleep." Grif says.
"Oh, would you be willing to spill?" Hoshino asks.
"I built and hid inside of a snowman." Grif says.
"Oh, I like that!" Hoshino says. "Don't think I could do that though. Abydos never gets any snow since it started its desertification."
"Eh, I did it all in a hot canyon." Grif says.
"You did!? Where did you get the snow!" Hoshino exclaims.
"Lady, are we just gonna sit here and discuss sleeping, or are we actually gonna get to work on that?" Grif asks.
"Right, right. Sorry. Thats my senile old mind getting of track." Hoshino yawns. She throws down her pillow before collapsing into it. "Good night, Grif." Grif's only response is his silent snoring.