>>5126829>>5126886>>5127890>>5128085You slid a hand into your pocket, the dino safely buried there. Like a little plastic fossil, you couldn't help wondering how many dinosaurs melted down to make the little green toy. You almost smiled, feeling better with it in your grasp. Focusing on the girl by herself, you decide to target the loner. Like a true pack hunter. Taking a deep breath you decided to stride right over, hesitation was thrown from the window screaming as it fell. You glimpsed her eyes tracking you, clearly trying her best to hide it. With the sneaky act of brushing her hair aside, she locked eyes with you. You almost stop, but ignoring the whispering smirks of the group of crimson berets you keep up the assault. You were out of the boat now. You just had to make it up the beach, stepping around a shin-high coffee table, you dodged blanketing machine gun fire and inched closer and closer.
She was still looking at you, but it didn't slow until you were right up to the bunker. As you reach a few meters away the girl returns her attention to the book on her lap pretending to read, just very poorly. Coming to a halt a few feet apart, you hopped into the trench line and skewered her with a word shaped bayonet. "Howdy." For a moment there is silence. Then she cracks a smile, struggling to keep a straight face before forcing it to drop. The other pilot releases a loud huff, her nostrils flaring as she looks up, glaring at you. Cool blue eyes full of hate. Getting a closer look you could clearly make out the pin on her own Beret. A black coffin with a white Eta symbol sitting in the center, she wore it loosely on her head. That was not regulation at all, neither was her hair cut. Her hair was black and long, bangs hung from the lip of her beret hiding her forehead. You two were the only people without comrades.
The girl was skinny, her thin thighs jutting out of her shorts, the loose t-shirt she wore showing off her small arms. A large yellow creature was on the shirt, oddly you didn't recognize it. Some kind of fictional cartoon character, it had blue lightning zapping out of it's well defined butt. it was no dinosaur you knew of, you presumed she must have made it herself. The art was very strange but the two small mounds caught your eyes as well. For a second they were just as confusing as the yellow monster, but then you recognized what they were. The girl leans forward, her eyes sliding along until they align with your own. "Can I help you?" She asks, her words dripping with venom. She wasn't bad looking, well you thought so. But you didn't have much of a scale of reference.
