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Three was being reasonably smart about this whole business. Why did the smart one have to be gratingly annoying? "We probably shouldn't hang out in the open," One said, jerking his head towards the other tent. If someone came out of it and spotted them, things could get ugly. "Might be a good idea to split up and check the area in both directions, then regroup to exchange information."

That gave him an idea, actually. "Three, who do you want with you? I'll take a group this direction." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "Fifteen minutes for a quick survey, then back to the tent?" Did he have a watch or anything? He pulled the cell phone back out - maybe it had a clock. Didn't look like it. He sighed. "We'll have to estimate."

... Seven clearly had priorities, and Seven's priorities were going to piss Five off. One gritted his teeth briefly. "We may have to split up," he said to Seven. "I'd appreciate your help." He'd try the more subtle approach first, and hope that Three would lend a hand with separating one of the girls from Seven's high-handed approach.

No way was Eight going to find himself saddled up with the circus. If they were all going to go and survey, then he wanted the most level-headed, cautious, and most importantly, quiet group. Trying to hold back any sign of desperation or sense of urgency, he volunteered for A1's group.

"I'll go with A1. How many should go into groups and who should stay and protect the others in the tent? Or do you guys even care if the others in the tent are protected? We should probably gauge loyalties at some point. Just to get that out of the way and all."

He needed to know everyone's worth at this point. He needed a meat shield or two, but at the end of this, he needed to come out on top. Not like he wanted to carry a bunch of dead weight around.

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Nine exited the tent and paused. The girl with the number two on her uniform was contorting herself into various 'sexy' poses for their other team members further down the beach. "That might work better without the clunky suit and gasmask." Nine paused for a moment, "Unless youre doing some sort of fetish thing, in which case um, have fun?" She politely stepped around Two and walked further down the beach to her other team members.

As she approached, she heard Seven talking something about sending a scout out. "Scout out where?" She asked looking around. Nine then noticed the tent further down the beach. "Oh you mean them? Why? Wouldn't it be easier to just go talk to them rather than sneaking around? They might not like that."

Nine smiled at Seven, realizing belatedly that the other person wouldn't see it with the mask on so she also patted his shoulder. She then moved on to the rest of the group.

It wasn't as if Twelve had a particular affection for Seven. Perhaps, she felt a sense of friendliness towards him for taking her into consideration. But ... Well, she wasn't sure she liked being under the opposite arm of Two.

How could one pose sexily in this get-up?

What kind of number was two? Obviously, a lower one. Twelve ducked under Seven's grip, still holding her pack to her chest, as she stepped a few feet away. "Splitting up it is. I-I can help." She volunteered, holding up a shaky hand.

She tipped head, in the first assertive gesture she had done all day.

"Sorry Seven, I'm exclusive."

Two, you had an uphill battle if Seven managed to grab every girl around. An extremely uphill battle.

"Y-Yes, Three!" She ran forward to join his grup, eyes widening. She'd try her best to be useful! With .. a frying-pan-stick-thingy.

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Ouch, burned. A7 felt the cold sting of abandonment as A12 left him, with a saucy comment no less. Though she couldn't see him, he grinned deviously. "My loss, I'm sure." He quipped in reply, and then looked down at A9 as she patted his shoulder. A replacement already? She even had that same fetish idea.. "You know, I swear I saw a movie like that, once." A7 nodded firmly.

He watched the group branch off, a little disappointed that A1 seemed to be leaving without him. He always did like sticking close to his team leader, after all. It even took priority over girls. But, if he wasn't wanted, well.. no sense in bitching about it.

"Probably a good idea, Babe." Fiver sure did hand out some nice nicknames. "Someone's gotta stay and guard the tent. We're obviously suited for the position."

Yes, leave the two of them alone. In a tent. That sounded like a brilliant idea.

Ugh, One was such a loser. Who had made him One, anyway? She rolled her eyes in his direction again and saluted him with a highly inexpert flourish. "Like, whatever." Looooooooooser, she thought, but did not say, instead choosing to nestle cozily under Seven's arm.

Nine... was just another nerd. Lame.

"I wouldn't worry too much One. I don't doubt their focus, in fact, they may have a clearer goal than any of us. Though, if they do get ambushed, it's not like we lost the gold medal or anything. Probably wouldn't even consider them the bronze. Aluminum, maybe? Whatever. Everyone who is going to go on this little scouting mission please remember to be quiet, if not invisible because I'm saving these bandages for emergencies and none of you really qualify as an emergency."

Eight then paused and examined the female alpha member that approached the surveying group. She seemed to be on par with Twelve in terms of use and certainly more worthwhile than Two.

"Go with whomever you like, but remember not to just go up to enemies and say hi or I'll treat you like an enemy or better yet, bait! Ready everyone?"

He then patted One on the shoulder and leaned in to whisper to him.

"I may bandage you up though. Not sure, but you are you pretty close to a priority for me!"

He was so sweet it was sickening.

Nine blinked at Two's outburst. Yep, there was an orange dude, strolling along the beach. He was alone and he looked harmless. "Hi!" she called out to him. "Are you lost? What team did you come from?"