((Amanda Redder continued from Hold Me Closer Tiny Dancer
Despite the firepower, sense of security and invaluable intimidation factor that came with lugging a grenade launcher around an island filled with armed teenagers, there were disadvantages. One of which is that your arms and shoulders start to hurt a lot sooner than if you were carrying, say, a knife. Amanda had been alternating arms, getting used to the weight and size of the tool, though it still felt quite foreign in her arms. As such, she wasnt thinking so much about what she would do when she actually caught up with Rick and Dawson as how to hold this gun this real gun, not a paintball gun or airsoft gun or any of those other nice guns that she felt much more at home with.
So when the trees began to thin and she could make out a large building looming ahead, she slowed her approach. There was a bloody body out the front, and she briefly wondered if it had anything useful on it, when she suddenly remembered that it was a body, which meant someone was dead, which meant that someone out there was doing some killing, and it was not nice and quick. She had become too calm walking over here all by herself, amongst the trees, itd had the same effect as a peaceful hike on her, and now her mind was somewhat removed from the carnage and chaos surrounding her.
Thus she was abnormally calm as she watched Rick point a gun at a sickly looking figure she thought might be Will, but she wasnt sure. Scanning for Dawson, her palms began to sweat a bit, and she remembered that she hadnt actually found out what her weapon was. The calm shed gathered from her walk was wearing off quickly. Her eyes darted to the roof of the bathroom, thinking surely shed find Dawson stretched out with a sniper rifles laser marking the middle of her forehead. Fuck this, Im out of here.
Amanda turned to leave, but movement on the ground snapped her back to attention, where Dawson emerged from the building to back Rick up.
Holding a fucking butter knife.
All of a sudden, all of Amandas muscles felt very weak, and had Rick not been standing over Will with a gun like they were actors in a hostage drama, shed have laughed out loud.
Well, Amanda, you found em. What now?
It did occur to her that one well-placed grenade, right here, while they were all having their one-sided Mexican standoff could very easily put her three marks closer to getting off this island. And she did think about it it was very tempting. It would probably be quick for them too theyd never see it coming. Or they might a millisecond before impact and think Oh, shit or something equally eloquent before being laid to rest in pieces.
On the other hand, she was no killer. Not yet. She should be, though. She knew she should be. Teams dont work in this game. Teams let you down. Teams will slit your throat and take off with your weapon in your sleep. Best way to survive, most painless thing for them, is to just pull the trigger. Just aim and...
Stop. Stop thinking. Just stop thinking, Amanda, and well take things as they come.
Taking a deep breath, Amanda emerged from the jungle, grenade launcher aimed and ready. Hopefully theyd realise what she had that she could have killed them at any time, and still could and wouldnt resort straight to violence. This thing may be aimed and loaded, but she wasnt quite ready to pull the trigger.
Whats going on here?