'Make sure Dom doesn't kill Ryan. Or anyone else, for that matter.'
There was something sincerely wrong with coming out on a break from the office only to be charged with babysitting duty. Alex glared up from her spot on the ground, her usual garb of lab coats and tidy suits were ditched in lieu of something a little more appropriate for romping around outdoors. Admittedly, it was almost worth it to see the germ-a-phobs and shunners of sunlight and fresh air twitching and uncomfortable, but the day was still early.
Ready to get this show on the road, she tinkered with the paintball gun, idly wondering how much cajoling it might take for Karl to crank out something a little studier with a greater capacity for the little silicone balls then these plastic excuses for a firearm.
"So are we doing this on teams or everyone for themselves?"