hand motions.
Doing exactly as Jasmine asked, her team went into motion, and it went perfectly until the group with Bree got to the pallets. No one could’ve imagined what came next. A trip wire was set off, and a mist of paint completely engulfed the four individuals standing there in shock.
“Is that legal?” Bree asked as she tried to clear her goggles.
“What in the heck was that?” Sam asked.
A slew of laughter came from all directions, and the center Anderson group knew those laughs weren’t all from the enemy. Revenge would come, they decided.
Jasmine smiled. So this was how they were going to play. She liked it. She calculated what to do next with the resources she had, and instantly created a new plan.
“Mom!” Jasmine yelled as a constant explosion of paintballs hit the surface she was barricaded behind. Her mom looked over. “Can you see the person shooting at me? I need you guys to get his attention off of me.”
Amy peeked around a corner and took a paintball directly at her facemask. She instantly raised her hand, indicating she’d been headshot. A judge came over and walked her on a safe path until she could make her way back to the area they’d started from. Now Jasmine’s blood started to boil. Her team was almost gone, and the thought of being knocked out of the game irritated her to the core.
Then the first of three smoke grenades popped off around her, engulfing her in a cloud, as an absolute barrage of pops hit all around her. It was almost deafening. She made the decision to get out of there fast, so she kept her head down, and sprinted away from her spot. Instead of continuing forward, though, she made a hard right and dove into some ferns that fully concealed her. After a second she looked up, surprised that from this spot she could see most of the field. She also saw that both her dad, as well as her grandpa, had been taken out.
Over a megaphone one of the judges told the field that there was only one red team member remaining. The Andersons were the red team, and that meant Jasmine was the only one left. She knew that getting the flag and getting back to her base was all but impossible. That didn’t mean she was going to give up.
Slowly Jasmine pulled the ferns from the ground, and stuck them in different parts of her clothing. She made an on-the-fly ghillie suit and started making her way to the blue flag. She crawled, shuffled, and slowly made her way down the side of the course. She froze for a moment when movement caught her eye. It was one of the other team members on one knee pointing his paintball gun downrange, looking for her.
Jasmine slid into position, looked around to see she wasn’t being set up, that this player wasn’t a prop and she’d be fired on instantly. He seemed to be working alone so she aimed at the man, shot three paintballs, and then crawled from that spot as fast as she could. When she stopped, she looked back to see the man with his hand raised and walking down the center of the course. She’d gotten one!
A few minutes went by before she started moving again. No one came after her. Jasmine was about to the flag when she saw the next man. He had a huge rifle, but was looking through binoculars, and had no clue she was only fifteen to twenty yards away. She mimicked the last encounter with one of the blue team members, took a moment to look around, and then took her three shots. All three hit the man in the middle of his body. He raised his hand, looking around, and shaking his head in disbelief that he was hit.
Just as that man walked away, another who’d been lying on the ground much better disguised than Jasmine, lifted his head to see what had happened. Jasmine didn’t take time to think about it, she immediately sent paintballs at him as fast as she could — and she connected. Three down.
Almost frantic at this point as she was now exposed to anyone else in the area, she ran the remaining ten yards to the flag and grabbed it, then stuffed it between her chest armor and body, and ran back the way she’d come. Her heart just about exploded from her chest when, after turning a corner, a