Three forms crouched in a small grove. The leader, a blond, was scratching out a map in the dirt. His partners nodded as he laid out the battle plan. It was up to them to make the first strike, and they were going to relish in every moment.
"Lock and load boys! It's game time!"
The others nodded in agreement and tugged down bandanas over their faces.
With little more than a hand signal, they moved as a single unit.
"Alpha" ran hard, pounding out the trail, only pausing long enough to radio in to their snitch.
*crackle*Red Robin? *crackle*
*crackle*Red Robin here.*crackle*
*crackle* Current status on the target. *crackle*
*crackle*Status unchanged, Alpha. Mission is a go.*crackle*
Alpha looked back, gave a thumbs up, and motioned to his team. Three fingers, three targets; one attempt before their cover was blown. The trees provided a blessed relief from the heat of the day as the three figures continued on their mission.
Sweat trickled down Alpha's back and mingled with the damp feeling in his pocket. One that he could only hope was perspiration and not his back up weapons... He held up a fist and his team came to a stop just short of entering the clearing.
There. Three targets, just as Red Robin had promised. Lazing happily in the sun, just like cats dozing on a hot summer day.
This was it.
Alpha felt his heart pounding and he took several minutes to catch his breath. There could be no errors in this moment.
Their water guns were primed. With a flick of Alpha's hand, the squad charged.
With a war cry echoing across the field, the targets, their sisters, screamed the first threats of summer vacation.
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