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“You what?” Echo looked around the room, but all four of them seemed to be serious.
“Got a problem?” Crosshair drawled.
Not really a problem - Echo was simply surprised. He had expected a lot of strange things, seeing what he had experienced with them in the last few months. But this? This took the cake.
His eyes fell on the pile of gear on the floor, then he looked back at Tech.
“Other squads go out drinking. Or partying. Or, you know.” He made a vague hand gesture. “To relax. And you …”
“We do that too!” Wrecker’s voice was as loud as ever, if a bit more excited. “But we like this too!”
Crosshair rolled his eyes. “The reg is just scared to lose.”
“Am not!” Echo protested. “And I doubt I can't keep up with you!” He might not be able to win against Crosshair, being a sniper probably had its perks, even here. But the others? Echo surely could keep up.
He was so, so wrong.
“Don't forget to pick your jaw off the floor,” Crosshair grinned as he walked past him, golf club swung over his shoulder.
“We told you,” Hunter simply said, patting him on the shoulder.
“Yeah, but-”
“But what?” Crosshair grinned. “You thought you’d easily keep up with us, didn’t you?”
“How are you so good?” Echo cried.
They were on a kriffing mini golf course, a shady one which was probably rigged. And yet all of them managed a hole in one. Every. Kriffing. Time.
“It’s fun.” Wrecker shrugged, before positioning himself for what Echo suspected would be another hole in one.
“Careful,” Tech warned him, dragging Echo a step back and just in time, or Wrecker’s golf club would have taken his head clean off.
“You need to be careful around Wrecker,” Tech told him.
“Yeah,” Hunter agreed. “He can be a bit, uh, overeager.”
“You could have told me sooner,” Echo grumbled, still not believing what was going on here.
Crosshair shrugged. “The last time Wrecker hit someone was kinda funny.”
“It was not,” Tech said, voice sounding clipped. Crosshair grinned, chewing on his toothpick.
“It was. You can be glad you were holding that datapad, or Wrecker would have probably killed you.”
“That datapad was an impossible to replace, state of the art, experimental one!” Tech complained.
“Yeah, that’s why it exploded! We should get more of those!” Wrecker cheered, having, as suspected, hit his target with one putt.
Hunter patted Echo on the shoulder again before putting his own ball on the tee, copying Wrecker’s achievement.
Echo wanted to cry.
“Don’t worry, you are not the first one to underestimate us,” Crosshair grinned. Echo only gave him a Look. That was barely any consolidation. “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Crosshair said offhandedly, wandering over to the next course. “Commander Cody made the same mistake.”
Echo sputtered, then dropped to the floor as the golf ball sailed over him, almost hitting him, pinging off of two obstacles before hitting the hole on Crosshair’s course perfectly.
“Stop showing off,” Tech chided. “You’re scaring Echo. I can’t keep blocking his calls to Rex, it will get suspicious at one point.”
“You what?” Echo asked incredulously.
“Oh, look. It’s my turn,” Tech said, walking away with brisk steps.
“Tech!” Echo yelled, still on the floor. “I can’t believe all of you!”
Wrecker’s big hand came down to pat him on the head. “It’s okay, Echo. You’ll get used to it.”