It was getting into their second week of their presence in the small village, and they were getting bored. They being the upstarts who couldn't appreciate the peace they were fortunate enough to get, ready instead to go charging battle into gunfire. All in the sake of thrice damned excitement.
Jamie welcomed the change of pace and the breath of fresh air, even thought there wasn't much indication it would last. The village was small, not worth the trouble of prolonged occupation, but that hadn't stopped the North yet.
Rubbing at the bridge of his his nose tiredly, he leaned in the doorway of the improvisational med quarters, the band on his arm branding him as one of their lot.
"Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa, or do you lie to hide your heart?" Jamie sang softly under his breath, the only way he could stand to hear himself sing.
Scanning the area with narrowed gray eyes, his glance flickered skyward at the last moment, a faintly audible buzzing reaching his ears.
And then there was only chaos.
His arms went up around his head, the blast knocking him off his feet and to the floor.
"Dammit," he swore, pushing himself to his feet, drawing his gun and darting out amongst the fleeing villagers.
Jamie welcomed the change of pace and the breath of fresh air, even thought there wasn't much indication it would last. The village was small, not worth the trouble of prolonged occupation, but that hadn't stopped the North yet.
Rubbing at the bridge of his his nose tiredly, he leaned in the doorway of the improvisational med quarters, the band on his arm branding him as one of their lot.
"Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa, or do you lie to hide your heart?" Jamie sang softly under his breath, the only way he could stand to hear himself sing.
Scanning the area with narrowed gray eyes, his glance flickered skyward at the last moment, a faintly audible buzzing reaching his ears.
And then there was only chaos.
His arms went up around his head, the blast knocking him off his feet and to the floor.
"Dammit," he swore, pushing himself to his feet, drawing his gun and darting out amongst the fleeing villagers.
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