Arms of Side
Dramatis Personas:
Maxie -92FS
Remi-WW2 Remington Rand 1911 1943
Karo-Marakov
M1A-Jenny


>it's 11:45 am on a saturday and you're still in bed  
>you've got the weekend off and you plan to enjoy it 
>at least you were until the muffled sound of small feet pounding down the hall reaches your ears
>with your brain still foggy from sleep you don't recognize the sound
>however you do recognize what's going on when your bedroom door is kicked open
>you open your eyes and get ready to roll off the bed, but
VOCE DINAMICA!!
>the pint sized dynamo exclaims as she leaps through the door sails through the air with trench coat tails flapping and her glasses glinting with the sun seeping through the blinds 
>Ah, shit...
>you think as you realize it's far too late 
BAM!
>she exclaims as she lands on top of you
>with only a few blankets as insulation you feel the full force of the tiny terror landing on top of you 
>Ugh, Maxie get off of me. 
>you groan as you look up and see the Waffegeist of your Beretta 92FS grinning down at you as she sits on your possibly bruised stomach 
Ho bisogno di colombe. Può essere un'entrata corretta se non c'è volare da colomba!
>she excitedly exclaims posing with her index finger pointed at you 
>English, Maxie, you know that I don't know Italian. 
>you say rubbing your face 
Stupido, colombe, doves! We need doves so I can do a proper entrance!
>damn hong kong action movies you think to yourself as you look up at energetic brunette loli and suppress the urge to sigh
>Just get off me. I need to breathe. 
Oh alright. 
>she grumbles and climbs off you and hops off the bed 
>you sit up and rub your tender stomach while Maxie goes to pose in front of the full length mirror by your dresser 
>you yawn as you climb out of the bed and a thought occurs to you
>Wait, I locked the gun safe last night. 
Remi and Karo got it open since you took forever to get up. 
>Maxie says between striking poses in the mirror 
>It's too damn early for this.  
>you groan as you walk to the bathroom 


>morning rituals complete you go to survey any possible damage
>Maxie is closely following you since as a sidearm she and the others tend to be clingy
>and you want her with you because you've hidden tannerite in your closet and don't trust her to NOT find it 
>a glance to the kitchen let's you know there's three milk coated bowls on the table along with four different cereals spilled on the table
>noticing your expensive tequila is open with a shot glass beside it you look down at the action hero wannabe loli and she just smiles and shrugs
>you rub your face and head to the living room where you can hear some tv narrator taking about the Battle of the Somme
>you round the corner and see a pillow fort built on top of the couch in front of the tv
>while it's not a surprise you really don't feel like dealing with this 

>Remi!
>you shout as authoritatively as you can
Yes, sir!
>a brunette, slim girl in her late teens, wearing slightly faded OD shorts and unbuttoned shirt declares as she jumps up
>knocking over the pillow fort and causing a short, red headed girl with cat ears, wearing faded fatigue pants and a red halter top with CCCP on the front to tumble down onto the floor hitting her head
Идиот! You're retired! 
>Karo, your reliable, if snappy, Makarov shouts rubbing her head while she looks to be in her mid teens you know she has a taste for vodka and can be just as fiery
Oh, um right. 
>Remi, your Remington Rand made 1911 says relaxing and trying to act less embarrassed 
>Karo, Remi good morning and why the hell are you all out of the safe?
>you ask already low on patience
 Um, because Reveille is supposed to be at 0500?
>Remi replies uncertainly 
>you face palm and wonder how a girl who helped an army ranger survive in France can be so unsteady at times
Потому что вы ленивые кости!
>Karo declares sitting on the floor cross legged and frowning 
>I am not lazy. It's my day off. 
>you counter flatly
Da! And you promised range trip. 
>Karo says with a grin as her ears twitch
We're doing shooting drills today, sir? 
>Remi asks looking at you with hopeful eyes
Pleeeease?
>Maxie asks with a pout as she sidles up to you
>Oh right. I did say we'd go today didn't I?
>you say scratching your head
Da! Shooting trip!
>Karo declares hopping up to her feet


>you look between your girls and find your annoyance melting with their cheerful faces
>Okay, okay. We'll spend the afternoon at the range,
>you say causing the girls to smile happily 
>But first clean up the kitchen, while I shower. 
>you finish sternly 
Awww
Cyka
Yes, sir!
>the trio declares in varying degrees of eagerness before Remi drags the other two off to the kitchen and you feel a moment of satisfaction 
I'm going too, right?
>you turn to see Jenny, your M1A, smiling at you with disheveled hair and only wearing one of your old shirts that barely reaches the bottom of her thighs 
>Might as well. 
>you say with a smile
Come on, I'll help wash your back. 
>she says with a wink before sauntering off to the bathroom and tossing the shirt off letting you catch a glimpse of her gentle curves before she slips into the bathroom
>You got it hot momma. 
>you say with a grin following her