<strong>GS Danko - Third Squad - In the hall - frisky back atcha!</strong><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Yeah yeah, keep tauntin' the man with a few hundred thousand degrees of fiery death at his beck and call!" Mathias muttered, a faux whine creeping into his voice.</em><br/><br/>"Awwww Benny, you know I love you," Riska cooed, panning the M56 across the wide expanse of another empty room.  The glow from the flame of Mathias' thrower cast eerie shadows over the walls.  "Like the little brother I never had.  If I didn't love you, I wouldn't tease you."  It was an argument she never bought from her father, either.  It seemed to her that if he loved her so much, he wouldn't tease her at all, but it had all been good natured, just as her teasing of Mathias was.  Aside from his obsession with fire, he was a fairly decent guy. "Besides, mine's bigger and you're in front of me.  But I tell you what, when we get back I'll buy you a beer so you can cool that fire down a bit.  Deal?"<br/><br/><em>"I'll have you know that my <strong>bunk </strong> sees plenty of action.  Me and my hand have a <strong>very </strong> loving, healthy relationship."</em><br/><br/>Danko let out a rude snort.  "Maybe you should buy it something nice, then," she suggested, "like a new ring, or some special handcream?  Or maybe a manicure.  i wouldn't want you to catch something important and<em>irreplaceable </em>on a hangnail."<br/><br/>Finished with the sweep of the room, Riska came back out and fell back into formation as they progressed down the dark and lifeless hall.<br/><br/>"You can come out anytime now," she muttered.