chaos team: gram&yok - play
“I don’t get why hia’s making us practice this, it’s so easy,” will probably be Yok’s last words, one day, but this time he’s just complaining about Molotov cocktail target practice to Gram.
With a grunt and a thrown bottle, Gram says, “I think it’s ‘cause we didn’t make as many throws as the others.”
“I know that,” Yok throws his own, hitting the centre of the hula-hoop that’s his own target, lying on the ground a few yards away, “But it’s not like we missed loads – it’s just that those two got all of them.”
“Yeah, I guess it’s not fair.”
They have to wait a few minutes after each success because they don’t want to accidentally let a fire spread – this is an abandoned parking lot, there’s nothing flammable around, but never say never when it comes to fires! So that gives Yok a little time to look around, and that’s when he spots it.
“Man,” he grabs Gram’s arm and points, “I bet we could get up onto that ledge.”
Gram looks kind of confused and kind of alarmed.
“If we make the shot from up there we’ll have done better than the other two-“
“-Oh! Yeah, let’s do it.”
Gumpa puts down the fire extinguisher and raises an eyebrow.
“I left you guys here to train, not to play,” he reminds them.
Gram, indignant, says, “We were training!”
“-We were at least doing both,” is Yok’s more reasonable defense.
His two headaches are only mildly singed, so he lets it go. Mostly, anyway.
“You two have to clean up this mess.”
“-There’s so much glass, do you want us to get hurt-“
“-Not fair, just because we weren’t as good as-“
