A transport helicopter flew through the Peonian countryside, carrying a platoon of soldiers. They were chattering around, just fucking around in whatever way they did.
"Gawd, I'm such a good shot." "No, you're not." "Yuh huh." "Fuck naw, I saw you miss more than half your shots."
Erika looked up, fixing her jacket. She took out a deck of cards, shuffling them around. She glanced at Monika, who avoided someone's advances by flicking her rifle's safety switch.
"Y'know, if you wanna flirt with someone," Erika started, staring at the soldier with a devious grin, "I'm right here."
For whatever reason, that shut the soldier up. It really wasn't that bad, probably. Seriously, Erika wasn't that fucking ugly, right?
"I'm not that ug-"
"Dipaolo!" Anna shouted, flicking Erika's helmet. "The fuck are you doing?"
Monika glanced at the two, who were starting to bicker about. She just looked back down, going back to minding her own business because, let's be honest, do you think someone wants to deal with her superiors arguing about?
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Erika, Anna, and Monika stood around in the courtyard, dicking around for whatever reason.
"Oh, shit... my mom's calling me." Erika mumbled, answering the call.
"Hi, Mom... no, I'm still in Peonia. I don't know if I'll be over for the holidays. No, I'm not interested in that guy who's an accounta-huh? What the fuck do you mean he's a good match? MOM!"
Anna rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the call. Monika, meanwhile, just tried to set up a solitaire game for herself.
