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[Feb. 8] [Hellsing] Dirty Work
Title: Dirty Work
Day/Theme: Feb. 8 - "Accursed be he that first invented war"
Series: Hellsing
Character/Pairing: The Wild Geese
Rating: PG
“Whose idea was this??” screamed one of the Geese. He was crouched down, salvaging ammo from one of the fallen.
“Orders come from upstairs,” one of the team called back, flinching as something ricocheted off the rim of his helmet.
“Ever notice how we never see any of those people in charge when we’re being shot at?”
“Now, now,” Pip shouted over the noise. “That’s why we get paid the good money after all!”
He stood to return fire for a never-ending minute and a half as his fellows reloaded, then crouched down to do the same as they stood to fire.
“Still, I wouldn’t mind trading places with them for a day.” one of the men shouted back, flinging a grenade. All the Geese ducked and put fingers in their ears. Once the shrapnel settled, Pip was up and shooting again.
“Cogs in the wheel, my brother!” he chuckled around a cigarette. “Who would run the world if all the decision-makers went out and got themselves killed doing their own dirty work?”
Day/Theme: Feb. 8 - "Accursed be he that first invented war"
Series: Hellsing
Character/Pairing: The Wild Geese
Rating: PG
“Whose idea was this??” screamed one of the Geese. He was crouched down, salvaging ammo from one of the fallen.
“Orders come from upstairs,” one of the team called back, flinching as something ricocheted off the rim of his helmet.
“Ever notice how we never see any of those people in charge when we’re being shot at?”
“Now, now,” Pip shouted over the noise. “That’s why we get paid the good money after all!”
He stood to return fire for a never-ending minute and a half as his fellows reloaded, then crouched down to do the same as they stood to fire.
“Still, I wouldn’t mind trading places with them for a day.” one of the men shouted back, flinging a grenade. All the Geese ducked and put fingers in their ears. Once the shrapnel settled, Pip was up and shooting again.
“Cogs in the wheel, my brother!” he chuckled around a cigarette. “Who would run the world if all the decision-makers went out and got themselves killed doing their own dirty work?”