((And I hop in and hijack Amanda's brain. As Amanda has been inactive for so long, this will be a bit of a recap to establish what shes been doing.))
Four shots rang out, and like everyone else, Amanda hit the ground. It was fortunate that she had already lowered her weapon, because otherwise shed have fired it on instinct, probably blowing herself and everyone around her to kingdom come. She hadnt been hit, thank God, and from the sounds of it neither had anyone else. She wasnt sure whether to be relieved or annoyed. On one hand, less corpses meant more threats. On the other... well, it just seems a shame. Not only would it be a waste of life, but itd be a humiliating way to go. Shed hate to go out like that if she had to die, she was going fighting. The gunman seemed to be long gone, perhaps having realised that taking on a group alone isnt the best strategy, even if you do have both the element of surprise and a loaded gun. Seems neither can compensate for shit aim.
In the confusion, everyone forgot about the girl with the grenade launcher. Amanda stifled a snort. Sure, ask if everyones okay, but dont bother investigating if someone doesnt answer. Usually shed be rather miffed at being slighted like this, but today, in this scenario, it worked to her advantage. She kept down, behind some shrubbery, listening and watching. Gathering intel. She watched as Kimmy Redmond ran the rest of the way up the slope, Eddie Sullivan hot on her heels, and kept watching as the tables turned and both disappeared from sight. She watched as Rick Holeman and Dawson Ashcroft formed a bloodthirsty alliance bent on vengeance. She watched as Bree witnessed the moment then left to continue her search for James, and she watched as Dorian Sanders and Stephanie Evans shaky alliance fell apart at their failure to find a transmitter. They cant have been looking that hard or theyd have found me. But then again, they were looking places where a transmitter would be, rather than places where a potential assailant would be.
Its amazing what one can find out if one just stays still, watches, listens. But she had played dead long enough it was time for action. She was getting fidgety. Time to figure out what to do with this information. Amanda got up slowly, keeping to the shadows.
She considered following in the direction of Rick and Dawson Rick was crazy about the Marines, and shed had quite a lot of experience in team combat simulations, considering her hobbies. Plus, they were both athletes and loved team sports (namely football) hed probably make an excellent partner. And she played soccer with Dawson or rather, she had played and was willing to trust her. She felt a strong loyalty to her teammates.
But shed almost been slaughtered in her sleep already that wasnt going to happen again. She may work best in a team, but here not even your own team could be trusted. Plus, though she appreciated Ricks self-sacrificing sentiment, it looked to her like fighting for peace wasn't much different from playing the game. She didn't want to play - she wanted to survive. Perhaps even escape. Hah, thatd really be sticking it to Danya. And she didnt want to team up with a bunch of people who thought their own lives were so easily expendable. Or did she?
The alternative was staying here. Shed been pretty safe so far. But she knew that with her terrible impromptu hiding spot shed been pushing it. The lookout tower looked to be a good strategic point, but theres really not much point in strategic points when its just you, instead of a whole platoon.
Right then. Shed tail them. Watch from a distance, gather more intel, then decide.
Hefting her B&T GL-06 onto her shoulder, Amanda briskly headed in the direction she had seen them go, wearily keeping her weapon at the ready and always on the lookout.
((Amanda Redder continued elsewhere...))