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The Freelancers work very stressful jobs. Tex, CT, York, and Wyoming worked as police officers. Carolina, Florida, and South were Fire fighters. And Wash, Main, and North work as EMTs·
They all work the night shift so they see each other pretty often when any accidents happen and after all those meetings they became friends.
So one day, after a completely shitty night, dealing with an arsonist who set his own house on fire with his family inside, they decide to meet up the next day to wind down.
York suggested going to a bar but half the group didn't want to drink in the middle of the day. South suggested a theme park but was vetoed because most were too tired to walk around and go on roller coasters. Many other places were suggested but were shot down for one reason or another.
After 30 minutes of disagreements Florida proposed something different. What if they opened a map and chose a random location without looking. After a round of agreements, Florida opened the map on his phone and told Wyoming to tell him when to stop. And in the end Blood Gulch Mall was chosen.
Walking through the mall they could see the building falling apart, half the shops were closed, barely any people walking around, and only two stalls in the food court.
"Nice choice Wyoming" Tex said sarcastically.
Carolina sighed "Whatever lets just go somewhere else”
"Can we at least get food, we haven't eaten all day.” Wash said, starting to complain.
North agreed, "We should at least eat here before arguing again.”
"Let's just hurry already" South replied.
On their way they could hear yelling and as first responders they didn't hesitate to jump into the commotion. Once they made it to the food court they had to stop and take in the scene. It looked liked the workers from the burger stall were getting ready to throw food towards the workers from the pizza stall.
When they were noticed the workers at each stall went back to work, acting like nothing happened. The group was confused but York walked in like nothing was wrong. This prompted the others to choose a stall and put their orders in, six going to the burger stand and the rest going to the pizza stand.
After getting seated 5 to 10 feet away from the workers with all their food did something interesting start happening.
It started with a yell, "Ha! We got more customers than you, you dirty Blues."
A pizza worker responded, "Oh shut up Red, we finished working on our orders first even when you have four guys. How slow "
"That's it! Men get your weapons ready. He said pulling out a spatula, his friends following along with a bag of frozen patties, plastic cups, and a bowl of oranges.
Seeing this the other team got prepared, one holding a sling shot, the others armed themselves with frozen pepperonis, a bag of burnt bread, and a pizza slicer. It was a chaotic sight, the guy with the sling shot missed every shot, the guy with the cups landed every shot but had no impact, and oranges, patties, and bread was flying everywhere.
The Freelancers had no idea what they were watching but all agreed this was the best show they could ever ask for. At one point the sling shot guy was hit with an orange, making him lose his balance and knocked his phone off the counter in the middle of the two stalls.
"Oh shit I dropped my phone, cover me while I get it back." A blue guy said, picking up a tray as a shield and walking towards the phone. But before he could reach down and grab it he was hit from behind hard by a piece of burnt bread, causing him to fall over.
All the commotion stopped and a guy in aqua ran over the guy to the ground. "Church, Church are you ok? You killed Church, you team killing fucktard!"
"Tucker I have one last thing to tell you before I die, I've always-I've always hated you the most.”
"I appreciate it, now hurry up and die already bitch”
Wash got up to help the man but South roughly grabbed his arm. “Let's see how this plays out.”
The Red guys immediately started celebrating. “That's what you get for insulting Red Team.”
"Suck it Blue! "
"Imagine getting taken out by your own team mate?
“I hope he's okay”
The last blue guy spoke up, “Tucker did it. "
"Oh fuck off dude" replied the aqua guy. “OK let's see if I can wake him up”
Wash winces at every attempt but South still wouldn't let go.
The Tucker guy shook him, slapped him, and got him to wake up by squeezing orange juice in his face. That caused Church to sit up spluttering, "What happened?"
"Well Caboose (Tucker did it) thought that covering you meant hitting you in the back of the head with burnt bread”
“Ugh now I have to check for a concussion. Tucker check my eyes?”
"Woah dude I'm not checking out your eyes. You're not my type."
That caused Church to sigh, "No dude, with like a flashlight or a pen.”
"I don't have a flashlight (Use your phone) or a pen (use your finger idiot!) Well you don't have to be rude about it" Tucker said, rolling his eyes.
With all of Tucker's failed attempts of checking for a concussion and South still clutching on Wash's arm did a new man appeared, holding a first aid kit.
The man in purple looked everyone over, "I heard someone got hurt."
The guy in orange spoke up, "Who the hell called you over?"
"Donut did” he said waving at the man in pink.
"You should really stop being so rude Grif, that's not how you get more customers." Donut responded.
The new man made his way towards Church, "So how are you hurt.”
"Caboose thought throwing something at the back of my head at full force was a good idea.”
"So, just to make sure, it's the back of your head right?”
Church put his head in his hands. "Doc. Just make sure I'm fine so I could get up and walk off a cliff.”
"I'm still not comfortable being called Doc, I'm not a doctor, just a medic in training. "
The EMTs shared a look. "Oh, we might be seeing another medic Soon.” North told the table.
Church gave him a dead eye stare, "Yeah? Who gives a fuck, no one can actually Pronounce your real name so you're stuck with Doc. Now stop your bitching and make sure I'm not dying. "
After Church's rant Tucker pipped in. "What's the difference anyways?”
"Well a doctor heals people, a medic comforts you while you die." Doc replied Seriously.
That made North immediately regret his words. The EMTs looked horrified while the rest of the table was trying to stifle their laughs.
The guy in maroon looked over at his manager, “Sarge, please never let Doc anywhere near me if I get injured.”
”Ha ha! Don’t worry Simmons I picked up a thing or two when I was in the army.”
The first responders nodded in respect for the veteran.
Grif looked at him unimpressed, “That wasn’t the army, it was a cult.”
”Shut up Grif! I was able to shoot people and set up some bombs. It’s the same thing.”
”The only reason you’re not in prison right now is because your trial got fucked up.”
”It’s because they knew something like a prison would never hold me.”
”Nice work Sir. With your record it makes me proud to work with you.” The maroon guy said.
”Kiss ass.”
Now the whole table was looking horrified at what they just heard.
Tex was the first one to snap out of it, “I don’t know if coming here was a mistake or the best thing to happen to us.”
They then saw Tucker trip over himself trying to talk to a girl, Doc putting Aloe Vera on Church’s neck, and Donut juggling some oranges with the bread that hit Church in the head with Caboose adding more and more oranges.
”It was (a mistake) (best thing to happen to us)”
They all shared a look that says ‘we’re definitely coming back here’