Arizona held her gun ready, listening for any sounds. Her comrades were all in their positions too, and she knew where they were.
She looked to her left and saw her twin brother Larkin leaning casually against a tree, drinking beer and tossing his gun around. She sighed. "Larkin!" she hissed, glaring at him.
He shrugged but straightened himself against the tree, finishing off his beer.
Suddenly a figure dropped down from a tree above. Dayle's AK-47 poked out from a bush and started firing away. The figure appeared to be a girl. In a dress. She dodged the bullets perfectly, but she seemed to be waiting for something. When nothing happened, she took matters into her own hands, pulling out a Browning Hi-Power from her handbag. Yes, handbag.
Arizona and Larkin watched, awestruck. She couldn't believe that this kind of girl could be so good.
"Damn, she's hot," Larkin mouthed. Arizona rolled her eyes, and kept watching. It was time to do something.
She got down on all fours and crawled around until she found Misa's position. She would hold the spot while Misa would go relay the message to Dayle, stop firing.
When the bullets stopped, the girl stopped too. She put her Browning in her bag and straightened her dress.
Then Larkin stepped out in front of her. They all stifled groans.
"Finally give up?" she asked. "How many are you? Like six?"
"Four," Larkin corrected her. "And...?"
"Three." She stuck her hand out. "Noella."
"Larkin," he introduced, and then he called, "Arizona, Misa, and Dayle."
They all stepped out and flanked Larkin. "That was a stupid move there, even for you," Arizona muttered.
Noella waited for half a minute, and then growled, "Jet, Exie. I know what you're doing."
"Shit," a boy mumbled. "Give us a minute, Nell."
"But we're not finished," a girl whispered.
"Later, okay? Here, you'll need this back," the boy whispered.
They conversed some more, then two figures stepped out of the trees.
A short haired girl in a bright red hoodie and a tall boy with spiky black hair. The boy had his arm around the girl.
Noella introduced them. "This is Axelle and Jetmir. Exie and Jet. They were so loud; I don't know how you didn't hear them."
"Oh, we heard them," Arizona said pointedly while Larkin went rummaging for his half-empty bottle of beer.
"Got a place to stay?" Misa inquired.
"Course we do, this way," Noella replied perkily. "That's one hell of a gun, you got there -- Arizona, was it?"
"Yeah, and thanks."
"Can't imagine where you could've gotten a Beretta Model 1951," she noted. "I thought the only had those in the Middle East or whatever."
"They do," Arizona responded.
Noella was about to say something else, but Larkin came back kicking an empty can. "Got any more beer?"
Noella, Exie and Jet led them to a Hummer H3. Dayle stroked the vehicle, "Where'd you get one of these?"
Exie shrugged, "We've had so many, we lost track." She climbed into the back of the Hummer with Jet.
They piled into the Hummer, Noella driving and Dayle riding shotgun with his AK-47, Larkin looking for beer, Misa and Arizona looking awkward.
Again they heard Exie and Jet making noises, but Noella tried to drown them out by putting a CD in. It didn't work as well as she wanted it to, but there was no stopping Exie and Jet.
