"I mean, I'm not saying that I am crazy or anything, just a bit… off-kilter," I said to the mysterious shooter down the hall of the 29th floor. I was hoping that the other teams were fairing a bit better than we were, but what was the chance we would have other military personnel in this building?
It wasn't fair.
'Go,' I whispered to my pink flame. "But off-kilter in the cute and cuddly way, not the serial killer type way, I promise," I said out loud. I was waiting for the screaming to start to let me know when we could meet this person who has taken up so much of my time. Not to mention the friends with him. But then again, I rarely saw soldiers go anywhere without another member of their team, so I guess I would have to employ the plus one strategy; if you see one, always assume that there is at least one more around.
