Paintball Game Quotes

We are adults undertaking a team-building activity in a professional capacity, so naturally we spend several minutes horsing around, striking poses with our paintball guns and making sound effects. Joshua and Sergeant Paintball watch us like orderlies at a mental facility.

He was a captain in the air force, and now he is CEO of a security company. I didn't have time to find out more about him, but I'm sure he can tell you anything you need to know." A wave of nausea crashed through Zara's gut when she recalled their conversation in the bar. I'll bet he's one of those wannabe military types who spends his weekends playing paintball with his geek friends, pretending he's the real deal. What had she been thinking? But that was the problem. She was always living in the moment, not thinking at all. "Thank you for your service," she mumbled, her cheeks burning. She could only hope he'd been as drunk as she'd been and didn't remember the slight. "Pleasure." The deep rumble of his voice made her toes curl. "I'm the real deal, after all.

Great! I hope different police officers are here this time." "Might be, but we're in the same police jurisdiction. I'm certain from the last time you were here, they probably have a record about you. What was it you said? You were playing some game re-enactment the last time you were injured?" "Yes. How did your brother come up the idea of a paint-ball game? That's a good one." "He's played them here before. He would like to bring the game back to our world, but we fight for real.

And just so you know, I used to play capture the flag on the school playground and I always won." "This isn't school." His deep voice was as clear as if he were facing her. "It isn't a real war," she pointed out. "It's a game. We're at a paintball field in San Jose that gives a ten percent discount if you buy your paintballs in bulk and charges an extra five dollars to cover laundry fees. Maybe you should lighten up." He glanced over his shoulder. "Maybe you should stop talking." "Why?" "Because I'm not listening." Zara waited until he'd walked a good twenty feet away before she shot him in the ass. "What the f---?" He whirled around to face her, his hand gripping the injured area. "I was helping you on your way.

Zara lifted her weapon and aimed it at the unmarked side of his ass. If anybody deserved a second shot it was him. "I wouldn't advise it," he said without turning around. "Your ammo is better served taking out the enemy." "That's exactly what I was thinking.