Neb
The VILEiest VILE to ever VILE a VILE
- Best answers
- 2
- AMA
- findcarmen.com
- Known Aliases
- Nebuchadnezzar (Neb) Ullyss (formerly Kid Kidman), Kitty, Seryy Pripyat
- Color #
- 323E4F
Kidman creased her brow and sighed. So far no one seemed concerned that she had attempted to sneak out. In the event it did come up, she had by now formulated an excuse, but she was never very comfortable about lying. That shouldn't have mattered now; everything was currently uncomfortable, but she had become attached to the other junior detectives.
They were a good lot, more or less, but there was something unsettling about them, and as she watched Lee pretend to fire what, by the look of the position of his hands, was meant to be an assault rifle, it clicked. 'They're like kids. Most of them are kids.'
The girl winced as one tackled another out to the way of a fake bomb. 'Why are they training kids for this?'
It didn't sit well, and once again Kidman found herself looking for a way off the range, but as she surveyed the fake town and the desert beyond, she knew there was no getting out of here on her own.
The girl pushed the sweat off her brow, through her hair and back under her cap. There was nothing for it. She'd just have to play along until she was safely back in San Francisco.
Suddenly she heard gunshots. Without a second thought she dove behind a rusted out car, but when no one else followed she poked her head out to find the shooting range come into view through the clearing dust.
"You can't be serious." She growled under her breath as she dusted herself off, her cheeks flush with the heat of embarrassment. "They're making us use guns?"
They were a good lot, more or less, but there was something unsettling about them, and as she watched Lee pretend to fire what, by the look of the position of his hands, was meant to be an assault rifle, it clicked. 'They're like kids. Most of them are kids.'
The girl winced as one tackled another out to the way of a fake bomb. 'Why are they training kids for this?'
It didn't sit well, and once again Kidman found herself looking for a way off the range, but as she surveyed the fake town and the desert beyond, she knew there was no getting out of here on her own.
The girl pushed the sweat off her brow, through her hair and back under her cap. There was nothing for it. She'd just have to play along until she was safely back in San Francisco.
Suddenly she heard gunshots. Without a second thought she dove behind a rusted out car, but when no one else followed she poked her head out to find the shooting range come into view through the clearing dust.
"You can't be serious." She growled under her breath as she dusted herself off, her cheeks flush with the heat of embarrassment. "They're making us use guns?"