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“Whoa.” Wrecker’s brown eyes sparkled brighter than the fireflies as he watched three of the little bugs flicker from one place to another.
Balancing a toothpick between his teeth, Crosshair stole a look at his brother out of the corner of his eye and smiled faintly. Technically, the two of them were supposed to be on watch, but Hunter hadn’t told them that they couldn’t lie down in the grass to see the weird little creatures that blinked on and off when you least expected them to.
Besides, what was the need for a night watch when Hunter would hear, smell, or sense an intruder long before they posed a threat? Crosshair’s eyesight was unmatched, primarily at night, but he was perfectly content to leave the protecting to his oldest brother – especially if it meant he got a few moments of quiet with his biggest one.
The sniper amused himself for a few more minutes by tracking the unlit fireflies’ paths in the dark and trying to time his blinking with their miniature flashbangs, so his enhanced eyes could pick up each faint trace of color that shimmered in the air just after the tiny starbursts. After he found the rhythm, it was a simple thing to do.
He heard a deep chuckle rumble up from Wrecker’s chest and realized that he was letting himself grin like a bright-eyed cadet – but then, he still kind of was. They were all younger than normal clones were when they shipped out.
Then again, they weren’t exactly normal either.
Crosshair hummed softly in response to his brother’s laughter, then went back to watching the fireflies.