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Shaun shrugs a little. "I'm usually more of an outdoor guy when it comes to stuff like this, but indoor arenas like this one are pretty cool too. The UV lights make the paint really stand out. And it means the paint on the walls can be pretty distracting."

"Damn. I was hoping for sunshine. Oh well. This will do." He gestures to the side where the paintball guns are. "Give me - five minutes to figure out how to use it and then we can start."

"Sure." Shaun is feeling pretty confident. He's good with a gun, and this definitely isn't his first rodeo as far as paintball is concerned. "Let me know when you're ready." He moves toward the paintball guns and grabs one loaded with violently yellow paint. Laser lemon is an excellent color.

Sheehan had spent the entire morning practicing.

He doesn't tell Shaun any of that.

Instead, he loads up two with bright green, expertly drapes the strap around his shoulders, and grins over at Shaun.

"Actually, I think I have all the practice I need." And he aims a shot right at Shaun's leg.

"Asshole!" Shaun laughs, absolutely failing at getting out of the way, and thus getting splattered with paint. He fires back, then immediately dives for cover.

Sheehan laughs and the hit lands a yellow splotch on his shirt before he turns around and skids to a stop behind a barrier.

"I came prepared, Shaun! What can I say?"

"I thought you were going to be an easy target!" He laughs and stays ducked behind his own little barrier. "I'm gonna have to reevaluate my strategy."

"You would be the last one I would expect to underestimate an enemy!" he laughs, crawling around the barrier and hoping to not be seen on his way to ambush Shaun.

"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.

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