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charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,

"Hey, I ain't just a pretty face. I'm a pretty face with a whole lotta guns," Charlie joked, rummaging through the supply bag he'd motioned to. "And I'm actually friggin' Santa Claus, too." Her grin widened when she actually managed to find a woman's small in the mix. It'd still be bulkier than she liked (her SWAT vest, which she'd long since lost, had been special ordered in a shorter length), but at least she wouldn't have to worry about it falling off. "Not a bad job yourself, Stone. Actually found one close to my size."

She set the vest aside, going back to her cigarette and pacing the pier slowly. While preparing for a mission that was strictly recon was exciting, as she squinted at their destination. Something about it made her a little uneasy, she realized, as she took the binoculars from him. "There's some sorta shit going on over there. I don't like it," she muttered around her cigarette, mostly to herself. There was nothing to be seen, even in the dim light. "Damn place is too quiet. That always means fuckin' trouble. There should be something, even some rogue swimmers wandering on shore."

Her lips remained twisted into a thoughtful frown as she handed the binoculars back. "You know that feeling in your gut when you know something's off, but you can't fuckin' place it, and your brain says 'fuck off, danger, danger, abort abort abort!'? " She asked after a minute or so, grinning and flicking some ash from the end of her cigarette into the murky water. "I'm definitely gettin' that vibe from this place. Means whatever's over there, it's gonna be fun. Or get us all killed. Or both."