I aim to misbehave

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

As Zinda charges into the compound, the security car comes around the corner, heading towards the guardhouse. It accelerates when it sees the damage resulting from the car Green Shield threw.

Meanwhile, Arisia's ring detects activity in the building: lights coming on, a few people moving around inside.

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[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

The driver looks over, then raises his hands cautiously. "Kid?" he tells his partner. "Stop trying to pick up the lady with the bow."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She makes a beckoning gesture as she steps back. "Try thinkin' with somethin' other than what's south of the border. Keep 'em where we can see 'em, and whistle some Dixie."

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

The younger guard gulps. "Uh, sorry, ma'am." He raises his hands, then purses his lips and tries to blow, producing what is quite possibly the worst rendition of "Dixie."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She lets this continue for a few moments with a somewhat bemused look on her face before she cuts him off. "Stop before you hurt yourself or I'll have to."

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

He cuts off in mid-whistle, starts to apologize, then clamps his lips together, his gaze jerking back and forth between Tara and Zinda.

The older guard keeps his hands in sight, but rolls his eyes at his rookie partner.

[green-shield.livejournal.com]

She shoots a looks to Zinda. "No one is getting hurt this evening unless they've earned it. The crack about seeing someone she's going to ignore. Damn. If she wasn't out here having a night she could steal some make out time with Travis provided everyone is back from...wherever.

Damn, all of this feels embarrassing.

"You want to look around the perimeter or should I?"

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She allows herself a smile. "Think you can beat the guys off long enough?"

[green-shield.livejournal.com]

There's a smirk as she nods to the younger one. "He wishes I'd beat him off." She drops the smirk. "I'm good. Go help Doc."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

The Blackhawk touches the brim of her pilot's cap briefly. "With pleasure." With a speed that's surprising given her choice in footwear, Zinda takes off deeper inside the compound.