Voodoo grunts, rubbing the back of his neck as the hallway of CQB rooms stretches out before them. "Yeah, okay. Let's get this shit done."
"Cheer up, Voodoo," Rabbit says. "You take your time with this, you might actually enjoy it."
That's as blatant a hint as he dares before they get to work.
They end in a somewhat expansive room at the end of the hall. Five target mannequins are spread out over the room, each with wax markings on their torsos from the simunitions. A chair is positioned in the middle - it's for Voodoo, even if he doesn't know it yet.
He glances between the mannequins as he lowers his weapon, removing the magazine and working the bolt. Behind him, Rabbit signals Preacher and Lindianne, and just as Voodoo starts to turn around, the other two SEALs tackle him, manhandling him down to the floor.
"Rabbit, Preacher, what the fuck-?!"
The surprise, however complete, is brief, and Voodoo starts fighting like a cornered wildcat, trying to wrench his arms free of the other SEALs' grip as Rabbit digs out the handcuffs. He tries to headbutt Preacher, and misses by only inches as Rabbit clicks the handcuffs into place and pulls his arms behind his back.
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"Cheer up, Voodoo," Rabbit says. "You take your time with this, you might actually enjoy it."
That's as blatant a hint as he dares before they get to work.
They end in a somewhat expansive room at the end of the hall. Five target mannequins are spread out over the room, each with wax markings on their torsos from the simunitions. A chair is positioned in the middle - it's for Voodoo, even if he doesn't know it yet.
He glances between the mannequins as he lowers his weapon, removing the magazine and working the bolt. Behind him, Rabbit signals Preacher and Lindianne, and just as Voodoo starts to turn around, the other two SEALs tackle him, manhandling him down to the floor.
"Rabbit, Preacher, what the fuck-?!"
The surprise, however complete, is brief, and Voodoo starts fighting like a cornered wildcat, trying to wrench his arms free of the other SEALs' grip as Rabbit digs out the handcuffs. He tries to headbutt Preacher, and misses by only inches as Rabbit clicks the handcuffs into place and pulls his arms behind his back.
"Parker, get his legs!"