So, that makes two reds down and one orange that spreads nine bullets at the wall.
Eloise keeps moving. She finally looked over and saw she was only a few feet from the flag.
Screw it!
She jumped to her feet and sprinted toward the flag. She leaped, her hand brushing over it as she felt three pops to her lower stomach.
No!
She fell to the ground, now thankful for all the gear. She felt the paintballs, but it doesn’t hurt. She jumped to her feet; she had to look like she had always done this.
‘Oh, no. I’m supposed to know where to go. Damn it!’
She heard some laughter off to her left.
‘Thank God.’’
She walked in and saw the guys with their visors up, cracking jokes about how they got shot. She sat against the wall and fought the urge to cross her legs.
She looked around and
