Quinn's Code - The Geek Hunter - Part 2

 

The Geek Hunter Part 2

The students separated into two teams. “So, seize this opportunity to say 'private Yong Peron, reporting, sir or madam, ready, willing and able to learn the true meaning of teamwork,” Mr. O'Neill said.

 

“Let's go team!”

 

“That's it, Brittany! Who else on team red wants to say something before we begin?”

 

 

“To understand the disruptive nature of war upon society, first we must understand it's shattering impact upon individuals. I realize it's foolish of me to assume that any member Team Blue knows what physical pain feels like outside of a paper cut!” Anthony DeMartino said.

 

“Yeah, what a bunch of... ah!” Jake dropped to the ground as DeMartino pointed his gun at him.

 

“Sorry, false alarm!”

 

“That's OK.”

 

“Now, the object of the game is to shoot to kill.”

 

“Excuse me, isn't the object of the game to capture the enemy's flag?” Daria asked.

 

“Whatever. Move out!”

 

 

“Now, before we go out on the battlefield, would anyone like to share their feelings?” Mr. O'Neill asked.

 

Ms. Barch fired her gun behind Mr. O'Neill, causing him to run off, sobbing. “Now that Mr. O'Neill has predictably deserted us in our prime, I will take command.”

 

“Excuse me, Ms. Barch? Since they can't see us very well because of the terrain, we can split up and they won't know where we are, then we can attack them from their sides, drive them out to the one side they think is safe, and then set up an ambush so we can capture them all at once! Probably be a good idea to set up an observation post on the high ground so we can watch them without them seeing us,” Brittany suggested.

 

Everyone looked at her, surprised by her knowledge of tactics.

 

“What?” Brittany asked, confused by their surprise.

 

“That's very good, Brittany,” Ms. Barch praised.

 

“OK, team, let's go.” As the team moved out she noticed that Jane remained behind. “Come on, Jane.”

 

“I'm more of a mercenary type. You know, lone wolf working on their own type of thing,” she said, wanting to leave the group and find Daria. 'I hope you're nearby, Amiga,' she thought. She didn't want to wander around the paintball range any longer than she needed to.

 

“Good idea, Jane. If plan A fails, you can come in on a rescue mission.”

 

Jane sighed. 'You can get someone else to do that!' she thought.

 

“You will, right?”

 

“Sure, Brittany.”

 

Soon, the paintball game was on.

 

 

“Now,” Sandi Griffin said to her Fashion Club. “Let's find that Geek and cover her with paint!”

 

“Is that such a good idea, Sandi?” Tori Jericho asked. She was concerned that Sandi would go too far. 'She's already resentful of her popularity!'

 

“She'll be embarrassed, and bruised, but otherwise unharmed,” Sandi said, placing emphasis on the last word.

 

“So you say, Sandi, but I know that you don't like her being popular. Get over it!” Tori said. 'I hope she'll change her mind. I know it's not likely, but, still...'

 

Sandi just glared at Tori before saying, “Let's go.”

 

Tori sighed. She thought she saw a look of sympathy from Stacy, but it was momentary.

 

 

Brittany led Jane through some bushes... Someone got in a lucky shot and hit Jane in the shoulder. “Ow! Those paintball thingy's hurt.”

 

“Oh no! You're hit. You're out of the game.”

 

“Damn it! Oh, well.” She threw aside her gun and walked away.

 

“Poor kid. She never had a chance,” Brittany said. 'Now someone else will have to rescue us,' she thought.

 

 

Daria was walking through the woods, carrying her paintgun in a way that indicated that she expected an opponent to come out of the bushes at any time. 'Somebody in a movie once said. “Hell is the possibility of sanity.” This is what this place feels like. Hell. I hate it already. Some damn tour, Grandma.'

 

Helen appeared and pointed her gun at Daria. Daria surrendered. Helen was annoyed. “Daria, you could at least try!”

 

“I can't shoot my own mother, not with paint anyway.”'

 

“I'm out here, giving my all. Why can't you for once...” She was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. “Morgendorffer! Oh hi, Eric! ...Yes, I'm out here in the woods, can you believe it?” She dashed off as paintballs came in her direction.

 

Then Daria got hit and dropped her gun. “Ow!”

 

“Sorry,” Jane said as she and Jennifer walked up.

 

“Let's get this over with!” Daria said. She walked off, leaving the paintgun where it had fallen.

 

“Sure, let's go,” Jane said, with a smirk.

 

“Are you sure?” Jennifer asked.

 

“Yes. It would be better than here,” Daria said.

 

 

Quinn, Kristen and Cindy located the Fashion Club. They were in a small clearing. “OK, you know what to do,” Cindy said.

 

 

Stacy heard something in the bushes. She gave out a yelp of fright.

 

 

“Sta-cy!” Sandi admonished.

 

“Eep! Someone's out there!”

 

“Of course someone's out there, just try not to give out, like, our position, by yelping!” Sandi said, her voice hard.

 

“Sorry!”

 

“Someone is there,” Tori said. Paintballs came fying out of the bushes. Tori ducked behind a tree and fired back.

 

Sandi thought for a moment. “Tiffany, go investigate,” she said.

 

“Mee-e?”

 

“Yes.”

“Su-re,” Tiffany went to investigate.

 

 

So, Tiffany was taken by surprise when Kristen fired upon her. “Hey! I just bought this stuff!” she said.

 

“No, it's 'I just bought it'!” Kristen said, while shaking her head. “Game over!” She added, with a smirk.

 

“Yes, what do I do now?”

 

“Stay here,” Kristen said as she sent a txt to Cindy.

 

“Su-ure.”

 

 

Cindy heard the incoming text sound and knew that Kristen had taken out Tiffany. She signalled to Quinn.

 

 

“Tiffany was taken out,” Tori said to Sandi.

 

“I know that, Tor-ri!” Sandi snapped.

 

“You sent her out, knowing that someone was there...” Tori said in a slightly accusatory tone.

 

“So what! Tiffany was always slow, we're like, better off without her,” Sandi said, her hands on her hips.

 

Tori stepped forwards, so that her face was almost in Sandi's. “Who are you going to sacrifice next?”

 

Sandi didn't answer.

 

'I'm sure it's Stacy. I think she's starting to like arguing with me,' Tori thought. She turned her attention back to the surrounding woods. She was sure that it was Quinn and her two friends out there. 'Of course, it is!'

 

 

 

Quinn saw Cindy's signal. She moved forwards.

 

 

Tori saw Quinn emerge from the undergrowth. “There you are,” she said. She fired, but Quinn dodged.

 

Quinn fired back, Tori dodged by falling to the ground, and rolling back, towards Stacy. “Sandi!” she called.

 

'I have you now...' Sandi thought. “Ah ha! Geekendorffer!” She gloated. She signalled Stacy and Tori.

Tori stood back up, and all three remaining Fashion Club members opened fire, but Quinn had retreated back into cover.

 

“We weren't quick enough,” Sandi said. She turned. “Stacy, go after her!”

 

“S-sure, Sandi,” Stacy said, although she was sure that Sandi was setting her up. She moved forward, toward where Quinn had dashed back into the bushes. As she passed Tori, the latter girl gave her a look of apology. 'It's not your fault, Tori,' she thought.

 

 

“Very predictable!” Cindy muttered.

 

Quinn nodded. They both trained their paint guns on her as she came closer.

 

 

“You're gon-na shoot Stacy?” Tiffany asked Kristen.

 

“Not yet,” Kristen answered. 'Almost there!'

 

Stacy approached the bushes. Kristen sent another txt to Cindy.

 

 

Quinn and Cindy heard the 'incoming text' sound, and moved to intercept Stacy as she entered the bushes. They fired. Stacy was splattered.

 

“Oh!” She said. She collapsed to the ground and started crying.

 

“We need to do something,” Quinn said.

 

“Tiffany can comfort her, while we deal with the other two,” Cindy said.

 

“Sure,” Quinn said.

 

Cindy sent a txt to Kristen.

 

 

Kristen read the text message. She turned to Tiffany. “There's a slight change of plan.”

 

“O-oh?”

 

“Stacy's crying. You need to comfort her while we confront Sandi.”

 

“Su-ure.”