"The hell are you doing?" she hissed to herself, careful not be heard. She was sure Clarke had some reason for blocking her shot, but it was also a profoundly stupid idea to restrict your support. She wouldn't shoot unless something happened, and she didn't want him to screw up what would probably be her only shot.
She hoped he knew what he was doing, especially because she hopefully had a long life ahead of her.
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts."It's been like two days, I don't have a lot of news." Lita said with a chuckle—then she frowned, thinking she'd heard something and turned around.
"Is there someone else near here..?" She asked, looking around and squinting, though not seeing anyone.
Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore.Lita shook her head before pressing the base of her palm against it, her wand poking out at and odd angle as she did.
"Stress must be getting to me. It was probably a bird or something."
edited 15th Apr '13 10:39:04 PM by Faramir
Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore.As quietly as she could, Olivia placed her finger on the trigger guard. Clark was trying to block her shot when meeting with someone who was probably an enemy, and that someone seemed I currently be grabbing something from their pockets.
Either she was the worst-informed operative in history, or something very fishy was going on, and she'd have to be very, very decisive.
edited 16th Apr '13 11:49:18 PM by Renathearchmage
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.Lita was quiet for a moment, looking at the ground. He could be playing her. That said, he could be the only person in the whole situation who'd been more or less honest, and who hadn't bossed her around, and who seemed to give a crap about what she thought beyond whether or not it would cause problems. Which evidence seemed to back up. And she didn't want to be one of those paranoid people who didn't trust anyone and worried about every little detail.
"Thanks." She said after a moment, looking up at him with a small smile.
Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore.Olivia tensed, internally debating. This was either perfectly okay, or it would end up getting her killed. Or Clark killed. Or both.
She could make it go one way, or she could sit back and hope it went another. She'd heard about trigger-happy soldiers screwing things up, but there were also the stories of an enemy preying on trust, wiping out half a dozen lives in a preventable attack.
Still, she couldn't shoot someone under these circumstances, not with so much uncertainty. She was a medic.
edited 16th Apr '13 11:47:55 PM by Renathearchmage
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.Otis ANGB
"Aye, moving out," said Price. "Air Force, get in contact with your colonel. Advise about this new threat."
It was slow going, which was just as well. Ice and snow made the footing treacherous, but it cracked under the weight of the aircraft tow, while on top the Javelin CLU provided them what little vision through the murk there was. Smudges of light outlined buildings.
"Should be on the runway now," muttered one soldier, looking up from his phone. He was joined by a chorus of assent. There was no way to be sure, since the landing lights were all off, but the GPSes were nearly unanimous.
From somewhere ahead there were snatches of a human voice, lost in the wind, followed by one or two isolated rifle shots. The bullets winged far overhead; instantly the makeshift platoon dropped to the ground.
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.Catalonia, Combined Group
The quarry itself seemed empty, or at least covered with a thick heat haze that looked thoroughly out of place in the cool late-morning air. There were footpaths leading down into it, though the walls seemed so eroded that they looked like an easy climb down, anchored by low Mediterranean scrub; beneath it were small, shallow pools of rainwater.
Neither Karla nor William were anywhere to be seen, though Lita heard Karla's voice through her earpiece: "watch out. Shotgun up and left, no sudden moves. Maybe one of Clark's?"
edited 21st Apr '13 12:13:10 AM by SabresEdge
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.Otis ANGB
Warren took cover after hearing the shots ring out, but went back to a crouch after realizing that the rounds weren't coming at him. Motioning for his team to follow him, he slowly made his way through the murk, watching his step ; avoiding the newly created swamp.
"Push up, try to lock in on the voices; try to take them alive if possible. " he said in a hushed voice.

Clark shrugged. "I suppose," He said, subtly interposing himself in Olivia's line of fire, should she be so stupid as to try something. "What have you been up to?"
"Your mission is not to nuke the squid god." —Faramir