We are not out gunned Who: Marine and open to any/all (save for brotherhood) When: Wednesday, April 1st 1 PM Where:Field of Honor! The Paintball place What: Paintball trip ftw? Rating & Warnings: G/none yet.
Alex had purposely picked the middle of the week for this trip, knowing the students would appreciate the day off. Or at least she could pretend they would. She could remember being back in school and loving when fieldtrips—which is what she was trying to pass this off as—fell in the middle of the week. It made the rest of the workweek that much easier and faster. This time of year could be stressful on the kids, so she hoped every little bit would help.
Once off the bus, Alex divided the group into two teams. They could make up their own name and choose their own captain. One team had blue and the other had red for their colors. Everyone was then handed their guns, ammo, and protection for their face/eyes. Then the kids were turned loose on the wooded course.
Alex had decided not to join either team. She figured it an unfair advantage—or possibly disadvantage if she had a momentary relapse. Instead, she still offered the bonus grade if anyone managed to hit her. If nothing else, she hoped it would help the kids with some team work skills. They could use it.
For nearly an hour now, Alex had sat in the same well-protected position. She had wisely decided to adopt camouflage related to the great northeast. Any view of her was greatly obscured by the various branches of pine needles laying over or around her. She had left an intention trail in front of her position just in case anyone tried to track her. Then, she’d have the perfect shot.