Ducking behind the bushes, Alanna drops into a crouch and rests her dagger in her lap. She draws her own gun and gives it a resigned look as Goldy's words process.
"Right," she hisses. "Left... flank."
Her first assumption is that she is to shoot someone in the left buttock.
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Date: 2006-06-03 03:08 am (UTC)"Right," she hisses. "Left... flank."
Her first assumption is that she is to shoot someone in the left buttock.