24 - Couldn't You've Put On a Proper Uniform?

[thinkb4ublink]

[Here's Slater in his usual long coat and 'you're all a pain in my backside' expression.] Listen, I don't know where you new lot are coming from, but stay out of the way unless you know what you're doin'. Unless you do know what you're doin'... in which case just don't get in my way, all right? Enough trouble...

Just here. [He sends the latest intelligence of what's going on.] Don't leave a mess.

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[thinkb4ublink]

[They're not particularly cooperative, in fact there's something akin to a war cry. Then quacking.] Ducks. [Yeah, that's practically a curse.] Grab that shield. Explosives coming in.

[themountie]

Did you say duck or ducks, sir? [It says a lot about Fraser's life experiences that he wouldn't so much blink at either, though. When the quacking continues, he nods, grabbing the nearest shield, which happens to be a randomly discarded trash can lid.]

Ducks, sir! Duck!

[He crouches low, but stays between the quacking and the "Leftenant," holding up the makeshift shield.]

[thinkb4ublink]

[Slater ignores him and moves to fire at the items. Their response is to explode and he takes cover. They are far enough away that no one should be hurt beyond a few first degree burns. Sore, but no more.]