charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} littledeadly) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} immune_ic, |
"Nah. You're too damn tall, and not goofy-looking enough." She said, after studying him for a moment. "You're welcome to be a reindeer. Or Mrs. Claus." Okay, that had come out more awkward than she'd intended, she realized with a wince, letting the joke drop.
With a sigh, Charlie sat cross-legged on the edge of the pier, still squinting out at the island. Her pacing wasn't helping anyone's nerves, she was sure. "Oh, there's undoubtedly people there," she replied with certainty. Had that even been a question? "Question is, how well-guarded are they? I didn't see any goddamn sniper patrols on the roof, and I'm pretty fuckin' good at knowing what to look for. Maybe we're too far off?"
Not returning was a non-issue for her. Almost every time she left the safehouses, she left with the thought that maybe, this would be her last time. Maybe it was sad, but that thought didn't bother her in the slightest. Her family was gone, and she wasn't close enough to anyone that would give a shit if she vanished. Sure, there were a few people that'd be upset for a short time, but they'd move on. It wouldn't be like losing a sibling.
"Fuck, you're right. If they're not patrolling, it's probably a fuckin' minefield over there. I'll take point. I can spot fuckin' bear traps and snares pretty easy, and if something happens--" I'm the most expendable, she finished silently. You and O'Brien can get back to your families. "I'm the easiest to carry. I'm not gonna be able to haul your ass off that island if you get hurt, and I'm sure as hell not gonna be able to haul O'Brien."
For a moment, she was quiet, exhaling another puff of curling smoke. "Wonder how big the fuckin' air vents are over there. Maybe we could get a look on the inside."