adaptiveimmunities

"Zombies don't suckerpunch you!" He can hear Sheehan moving, and he starts moving himself, hoping to get the drop on him this time. "They moan and whine at you like god intended!"

Sheehan can hear him in turn and he takes his shot, looking up over the barrier and aiming a shot at Shaun.

Shaun sees him pop up. His reaction time isn't quite fast enough to avoid catching a bright green splotch of pain on the shoulder, but he fires back and then dives for cover.

Sheehan dodges the hit and rolls onto his side, crawling away with a laugh. "That's two, boss. Three more and I win."

He peers around the side of the divider.

"Like hell!" He laughs and keeps moving, trying to circle around behind Sheehan. If he sees him, he's going to shoot him in the ass.

Sheehan is going to have an unfortunate mark on his ass because it shoots him square in the left cheek.

"Hey! I was using that!" he laughs, diving out of sight.

Shaun snickers at his own immaturity, then gives chase. Technically they're going for first to five, but if he gets more in than that, he's not going to be sad about it.

Sheehan really is only feigning his bumbling nonsense.

Did he mention to Shaun that he's been training with Dimitri nearly every day for the past few months?

Probably not.

He reaches up and hauls himself to the top of a barrier and aims two hits to Shaun's shoulders.

"God damn it!" he swears, and tucks and rolls behind a barrier with his two new hits. He's now down to one hit, and while he may have agreed to fifteen minutes of actual sit down and talk time, he didn't expect to have to follow through.

"And here I thought you did this kind of thing for fun!" he calls out, dropping down and taking off st a sprint around a corner.

Shaun makes a face that Sheehan doesn't see, and keeps low so that he can stay out of sight while he looks for him. He's going to win this.

He is not.

Sheehan is more determined to do this than he has been in a long time. He stays low and stays quiet and then, with a sigh, stands up and rushes towards him, gun drawn, ready to fire.

It is at this moment that Shaun realizes that he never stood a chance here, and it's time to bow to the inevitable. Sheehan will get his fifth shot in, but Shaun is going to do his very best to absolutely cover him in paint in retaliation.

Sheehan gets that shot and let's the others rain down on him with a laugh. He dives out of the way once it starts to sting, but he's already cackling.

"I think I win, boss!"

Sheehan got his five hits, yeah, but Shaun definitely got his revenge. He lowers his own paint gun and laughs. "Yeah, yeah, you win." He grins. "How long were you planning this?"

"Oh, days," he says, dropping the gun off to the side. "I didn't lie when I said a friend mentioned it. I did a little reading, came to the Enclosure, and practiced a bit. It helps that Dimitri's been kicking my ass daily for the past six months."

Shaun drops his gun as well. "Well, the practice paid off--though I maintain that this has no reflection on my professional reputation, since zombies don't shoot back."

...Damn, Irwin paintball in a medium-rated hazard zone would be ratings gold, though.

"Hm. And you think that would improve your odds?" he laughs, clapping him gently on the shoulder.

"Hey!" Shaun elbows him, grinning. "I'll have you know that I have been shooting zombies for years without getting covered in paint."

"First time for everything. Now. Do I get my fifteen minutes now or do you want to wait a few days?"

He has certainly not forgotten their agreement.

"I mean, if you want your office covered in paint, I have no objections. I don't clean your upholstery."

"It's Enclosure paint. It's not real," he points out. "It'll fade before we get back to my office."

"Well then, lead on." He's in a good enough mood right now that even the prospect of actually talking is enough to sour it. This was a pretty good time, despite him getting his ass absolutely kicked.

He leads him out of the Enclosure and back to his office and the paint's already gone by the time he opens the door. He puts a coke on the desk for him, straight from the fridge.

"Thought we could talk about the breach a little more now that you can't push me in a pond," he smiles.

"I guess this answers my question about pond slime," Shaun muses, glancing briefly down at his paint-free clothes before taking the soda. "You sure you don't want me to push you in again? For science?"

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