He hadn't set up a tent since he was ten. Cometo think about, it his father actually set that one up. LuckilyPatrick fucking Smith AKA Mr. Fucking Perfect knew how to do it.Yeah okay, maybe Ryan was having a bad day too. It was more than apossibility. By the time night came they were all ready to bed downbut, oh no, Drill Sergeant Grabowski wanted to play a game.
They sighed as they put on their MILES gear. ToRyan this was some sort of fucked up laser tag game. He stared atthe small receiver and wondered if ANYONE could actually make ashot that would hit the little sensor. It criss-crossed theirchests and lay across their Kevlar vests. Grabowski even set oneoff so they would hear what it sounded like.
Ryan thought it sounded like a bird getting itshead lopped off.
Ryan, Patrick, Brendon and Kenneth were stalkingthrough the forest, paying close attention to their surroundings.Any little thing could be a booby trap and knowing their enemy, itwould be.
They all hunched down, staying in each other'sfootprints. Brendon was pulling point. Ryan was behind him. Kennethfollowed Ryan and Patrick was pulling up the rear. They were quiet.They were deadly. They were United States Fucking Army.
At least that's what they were tellingthemselves when a shot came out of nowhere, taking their medicdown.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.
“INCOMING!” Brendon shouted and they dove to theground.
“Where did the shot come from?” Patrick shouted,as he low-crawled to Kenneth.
“Dude, I'm dead and if you use my body as afucking shield I'll haunt your ass,” Kenneth warned.
“Came from the left!” Ryan shouted.
A grenade went off twenty feet from Brendon.Then another muffled shot.
“Fuck!” BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
“Man down!” Patrick yelled.
“No shit, Sherlock!” Brendon shouted over theloud-assed beeping.
Ryan looked at Patrick who was watching to hisleft.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.
“I'm dead,” Ryan said as he dropped his headdown to the ground. He seriously hated these fucking beeps.
Patrick was the only one left. If he could justget to the tree - BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.
“Motherfucker!” Patrick snorted.
“GAWD DAMN, YOU FUCKERS MADE IT TOO FUCKINGEASY!” King shouted.
Just what Ryan wanted to listen to - theannoying as fuck beeping and King shouting like a fucking madman.
“HAVE ANY OF YOU PAID ATTENTION TO THE CLASSES?”Connelly shouted over the beeps.
All four just hung their heads. This was fuckingpitiful.
Luckily Grabowski was off hunting some othergroup. That made Ryan’s night, at least until they heard more beepsheading their way. “Well, fuck.”
Instead of four beeps they turned into eightsolid fucking beeps. It was enough to make Ryan want to rip theshit off and stomp on it.
“For fucks sakes. You four, too? Have youpiss-ants been paying ANY attention at all?” Phillip asked.
“Yes, Drill Sergeant!”
“EIGHT FUCKING DEAD. YOU MOTHERFUCKERS CAN'T BEPAYING THAT MUCH ATTENTION!”
All eight men looked down at the ground.
