Chapter 55 – This means war!

Sasha’s POV


Last night I got a call from Greener asking if Nef could invite her roommates out paint balling with us. Someone had come up with the bright idea that we should have a girl’s team and a guy’s team. It turned out that every guy who had a significant other was bringing them so to even out the numbers a bit we needed a few more girls.
Jesse and Jackie were happy to go. The teams ended up looking like this:

Guys: Me, Ovie, Nick, Mike, Eric, Brooks, Varly, Neuvy, Jeff, and Stecks,

Girls: Nef, Jackie, Jesse, Rachel (Eric’s wife), Dasha (Varly’s on again- off again girl), DeeDee (Stecks’ wife), Samantha (Mike’s friend).


It wasn’t exactly fair so we kicked Neuvy and Brooks to the girl’s team. We were in the equipment area of Pev’s Paintball getting paintball guys for those that didn’t have their own.

“Why I have to be on the girl’s team?” Neuvy asked.

“Because you the rookie,” I answered. Neuvy was still the youngest and had spent the least amount of time in D.C.

“Baby face, you don’t want to be on my team?” Nef asked, pouting. “And here I was thinking you were my favorite!”

“Kid, be quiet and enjoy this,” Brooks said. He had Dasha and Jesse on one arm and Rachel and DeeDee on the other. “This is a thing of beauty.”

“Besides Baby face, we’re going to win anyway.” Nef pulled out a printout from her backpack. “Ladies have a look at this.”

There was ooooing and ahhing over the pictures in the news article. It was one from Life.ru about Varly and Dasha. They had done a photo shoot for a magazine the first summer after they’d gotten together.

“Yes, yes, yes. They’re sooooo cute together! We know that but that’s not what I want you to see. Jesse read the bottom please.”

“I have a true love, so I don't look at any other women. You know, I'm extremely fortunate that I met a Russian girl in America. It's difficult to look at a lot of the local women. You get the feeling that they just don't take care of themselves! There are an awful lot of heavyset ones. But Russian girls have nice trim figures. I couldn't imagine myself being with a North American girl."

“Excuse me?” DeeDee asked. “What did he say?”

“He said that we’re fat cows,” Nef said laughing.

All the girls, minus Dasha who was laughing hysterically, turned to look at Varly. Their arms were crossed and all of them looked less than thrilled.

“You’re a dead man,” Brooks said. “They’re going to kill you.”

“Slowly,” Jesse promised.

“No, no wait! That not what I mean. You are pretty girls, not fat!” Varly tried to dig himself out of trouble but it was too late. “All of you are very beautiful!”

“No, he meant it. He thinks North American girls are fat and unattractive,” Betrayed by his girlfriend.

“Cardinal rule number one: Never, ever talk about a woman’s weight. Ever,” Eric chimed in. “You just dug your own grave.”

The rules were simple. Capture the other team’s flag and don’t get shot. The losing team faces the firing squad at the end. We were using the town park with each team’s headquarters on opposite ends of the game park. Each team went to their headquarters and we were given 20 minutes to strategize before the game actually started. Our headquarters was a shack, four walls and a door. There was an opening in the front and back for door and a window on the two other sides.

“Okay, now that this one has hung himself, the girls are going to head straight for him,” Eric said. “Nick and I will stay here and guard the fort. We should send Varly and maybe two others as a decoy. The others can go after their flag.”

“Brooks is good at paintball so they send him after our flag while they go after Varly,” I said. It made the most sense.

That was our plan. Eric and Nick would guard our flag. Varly, Mike, and Jeff would be decoys while Me, Ovie, and Stecks went after the girl’s flag. It was a fool proof plan that had to work. Nef and I had a side bet. The winner would get one night to do whatever they wanted to the loser and I had plans for her. I couldn’t lose this bet.



Nef’s POV



“Okay Ladies and Gents let’s get to work. We all know boys are stupid,” I began.

“Hey! We’re standing right here,” Brooks interrupted.

“Brooks, you’re not a boy. You’re a sexy, manly man,” Rachael said. There were a few cat calls and whistle which made Brooks blush bright red.

“You girls are worse than guys.”

“They’re going to expect us to go after Varly, rather than their flag,” I said, trying to bring everyone under control. “I planted the bait and I think that they’re going to take it.”

“Aren’t we,” Dasha asked.

“No. That’s too obvious. They’re going to count on us doing that.”

“And besides we don’t want this to be too easy. Let’s make them pay,” Jesse said as she dumped her backpack and mine.

We’d brought duck tape, bandanas, ear piece walkie-talkies, and camo face paint.

“Shit…You set them up!” Neuvy said. Oh yes little boy. These girls are bad-ass.
Jesse, Jackie, and I came to win. We go paint balling frequently with Immy and his frat brothers. We’d learned a thing or two about tactics and strategies. We thought that they would plan for us to all go after Varly and send Brooks after their flag. That meant that they would only need a couple to guard their flag. I was betting that they would send decoys and then have a team to go after our flag.

We were leaving two inside to guard the flag with one facing the front and one facing the back, two outside to guard them with one patrolling the east perimeter and the other patrolling the west. The others would act as assault teams to either capture or kill. We were going after their flag we were going after them.
Jackie, Rachel, Sam, and Neuvy were stationed at the headquarters, myself, Brooks, Jesse, DeeDee, and Dasha were assault teams

“If they don’t surrender shoot them.”

These boys were in for a rude awakening.