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“If you hadn’t swerved into the ditch to avoid the snake, we’d have been on time.” Hunter griped as Wrecker helped him unload the groceries from Wrecker’s truck.
“Aw, give Tech a break, Hunter. I got the truck out.” Wrecker grunted as he hefted 4 cases of water out of the trunk. “Eventually.”
Tech came around to join them after setting up the jury rigged locking system for the truck. He took several bag of groceries and rolled his eyes as Hunter grumbled.
“I am not going to run over a snake because you do not like them. That was a Southern Hognose! They are currently listed as a vulnerable species. It is highly unusual to see them this far north. They normally…” Techs voice drifted off as he opened the doors to the bunker.
Wrecker almost ran into Tech’s frozen form.
“Come on, Tech. Get a move on!” Wrecker boomed as he Tried to nudge Tech forward.
“Shhhhhhhh!” Tech flailed at Wrecker to be quiet.
Curious Hunter peered over Wrecker’s shoulder.
Crosshair and Echo had been working on a new modification for one of Crosshairs rifles. But that had been several hours ago. At some point they must have called it and decided to take a break. The tv was quietly playing an old Kaiju film as Echo softly snored into Crosshair. Crosshair looked closer to his age in sleep, though he still had resting bitch face. One of his arms was draped loosely on Echo’s shoulder as Echo burrowed into him.
Hunter quickly pulled out his phone and snapped a pic before Crosshair woke. He grinned as he showed the image to Tech and Wrecker. They all silently celebrated the victory. It was so rare to get black mail on Crosshair.