Brandon sat on a stump, not looking at much of anything at all, his paintball gun laying across his lap. He’d been a last minute substitute for his older brother’s team - one of the guys was down with the flu. Since he was the new guy, he had to stay behind and guard the flag. It sucked.
While his eyes weren’t watching for much, his ears picked up the sound of someone trying to be sly, misstepping and breaking a twig. Slowly, heart pounding, Brandon rose, grabbed his gun, and readied himself for his first ever paintball battle royale.
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