GSN City: The Next Generation

[fandude41]

(Still in Area 4, Nate is still perched in the tree)

Nate (over walkie) : This is Mighty Eagle to nest, Mighty Eagle to Nest. Over.

Neko: Nest here.

Nate: Has the flock removed their RFID's?

Neko: 19 are still wired.

Nate: Which?

Neko: I know of 7. Del, Carrie, Sarah, Emily, Claudia, Doug, and David.

Nate: Have them bug one of the pets.. hold that thought. I see four bogeys.

(In a campground in the wooded area)

Spartan #1: Shouldn't we be fragging GSNU?

Spartan #2: Nah, we still have the upper hand, we can lay low for a while.

Spartan #1: We're wasting time here camping!

Spartan #4: Who would think to look for us HERE?

Spartan #3: Plus, we got plenty of cover here.

Nate (To self): Campers. Bloody useless.

(Nate fires off a shot)

Spartan #3 : OUCH!

Spartan #1 : What happened?

Spartan #2: Bee? Mosquito?

(Another THUNK! is heard)

Spartan #4: MY SHIN!

Spartan #1: We're being flanked.

(SPLAT!)

Spartan #2: Right in the breadbox.... You're the only one left of us. Someone is HERE.

(Spartan 1 Flinches)

Spartan #1: Not anymore. Got shot in the arm.

(Back in the tree)

Nate: Got the campers. Tell the seven to ditch the chips. The Spartans are cheating. If you come across a camera, tell them to deploy an EMP.

David: Got rid of mine. Mine's under a coffee table.

Del Boy: Mine's on one of his pet cat's collars.

Carrie: Dog here.

Nate: That leaves Sarah, Emily, Claudia, and Doug. Have them spread the chips out or plant them on a servant, or place them elsewhere. They're down 4, but I'm sure they won't stop until this battle is over. STAY HID!

(TBC by NEKO only)

[TheNewNeko]

(20 minutes later, Carson radios to Area 8)

Carson: Bad Karma to God, Bad Karma to God, come in...

Mark: No dice, Carson. I'm out.

Carson: WHAT?

Mark: I don't know either. Some figure got me.

Carson: No problem. Bad Karma to Ace of Spades...

Mike: Can't answer. I'm out.

Carson: What the (F-bomb) is going on here? Preston, we're losing bogeys in eight. Repeat, we're losing bogeys in eight.

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(Meanwhile, a Spartan boy is running across the Lake in Area 8)

Jason: I'm gonna get those people... ::eyes Claudia and sets his gun::

Kandice: Drop that gun or you're going to be sorry!

Jason: What the (F-bomb) was that?

::Kandice rises out of the water in scuba gear and Raven pointing at him:: Don't try anything funny.

Jason: Hah! Paintball guns aren't water proof. That gun is so waterlogged you'll be lucky to squirt a hose out of it.

::Kandice fires a shot which stings with the force of a baseball thundering at his chest::

Jason: (F-BOMB!) I'm out!

Kandice: Are you okay, Claudia?

Claudia: Yeah, thank you. What was all that?

::Kandice raises her shoulder and has 17 tally marks on her arm:: Oh, I've just been taking out some trash!

Claudia: You're... the Specter?

Kandice: That's my name now?

Claudia: The Spartans have talked about a naked girl with a paintball gun hitting them without being able to be seen until it's too late. They called her "The Specter". That must be you.

Kandice: I like it. It has a nice ring to it. Only I wasn't naked after the twelfth kill... I went back and got this scuba gear...

Claudia: Seriously. You've killed SEVENTEEN Spartans so far using just a waterproof paintball gun?

Kandice: Ol' rich (b-bomb) over there had some waterproof spray and some scuba gear in his locker, so I "borrowed" it.

Claudia: Damn... that's nice.

Kandice: Wait until Preston finds out his stuff is being used against him. In the meantime, let's get out of here. I need you to send a message to someone important.

Claudia: Who?

Kandice: Tracey. She's probably in Area 4 right now. She's going to want to know about the waterproof spray. This Preston's got enough to coat hundreds of these things.

Claudia: Alright. I should be in Area 4 in fifteen minutes. I can't believe you have taken down 17 of those damn Spartans already...

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(about two minutes later)

Preston: Son of a (b-bomb)! Someone found our chip. Look at this. There's nothing in this showerhead but a broom.

Carson: Check this out, Preston. People are getting offed by the lot in Area 8. That's the work of the Specter!

Preston: $5,000 bounty if they bring me the head of the Specter. I'm playing for keeps now. This is NOT going to happen.

Carson: By the way, where's Chad?

Preston: Good question, where is he?

a weak pounding is heard from the freezer

Carson: What the hell?

::Carson walks over to the freezer and hears a pounding followed by some incoherent curse words::

Carson: Preston, what's the code for the freezer?

Preston: IAMGOD. Why?

::Carson hits the keys that spell "IAMGOD" and the freezer opens, Chad comes out::

Chad: F-f-f-f-f-f(f-bomb). It's cold in there. I could use some hot chocolate right now.

Carson: You don't worry about a thing. We'll get the (b-bomb, slang for illegitimate child) for you! Who did this?

Chad: I d-d-d-d-don't... ::sneezes:: know.

Preston: Chad was LOCKED in the freezer?

(TBC...)

[ddavenport]

Jessica: What are you doing here? I'm going to peg you!

Carrie: Drop that gun or there's going to be trouble.

Jessica: Hey, I know you! You're...ARRRRRRGH! I'm hit!

Carrie: Shouldn't have said that...
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Sarah (places RFID chip on Preston's rubber ducky): That's going to be a bath he'll regret taking.

Claudia (places RFID chip on bar of soap): I can't wait to see the look on their faces...

Sarah: 19 down, 2 to go...
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Carson: Bad Karma to Archangel, Bad Karma to Archangel, come in...DAMN IT! She got wiped out too?

Chad: I'm afraid so. Has Specter been found yet?

Preston: Negative.

Chad: Oh, (F-bomb)! What about the RFIDs?

Preston: Two are still online.

Carson: Son of a (B-bomb)! We need to get those (inappropriate slang word for an illegitimate child)s out of the way...once and for all!

(TBC by Neko only)

[TheNewNeko]

(Ten minutes later, a figure is tied to a chair, Kandice standing over him)

Figure: MMmmppph! Mmmppph!!

::the bag is unmasked to reveal Jack, the fifth most powerful and influential Spartan in the group::

Jack: Hey, that was not cool.

Kandice: So, Jack. How are things going?

Jack: What are you going to do? Torture me? Ha!

Kandice: No, but I want to know where the big three are up to...

Jack: And if I don't talk?

Kandice: ::reveals her arm which now has 23 marks on it:: Why don't you ask your 23 Spartan friends who are no longer with us?

Jack: ::turns pale as a ghost:: It's you... The Specter. The woman who has no clothes and no fear. The one who keeps sniping our ranks...

Kandice: Look, Jack. I have kept you here for a reason. Tell me what I need to know.

Jack: Go ahead and shoot me.

Kandice: That'd be too easy. But just think long-term, Jack. Look, no one at Spartan gives you any respect.

Jack: What do you mean?

Kandice: Look at the big three, Jack. Chad is such an egomaniac. Do you think he'll let you have any of GSN City's girls?

Jack: Well, errr... uhh, that is...

Kandice: And look at Preston. He throws his money around like it's going out of style. But has anyone even talked about you?

Jack: Well, that is...

Kandice: I know how it is. Being the fifth most important person there... but that's all you'll ever be.

Jack: So what if I do know something?

Kandice: Well, Jack... what if you were the winner of the Spartan Games? You had $100 grand and a whole city of beautiful girls... then you could really show Chad who the man is.

Jack: Keep talking...

Kandice: You get me some information, I might even see fit to give you a pistol and let you hide out until the numbers dwindle down. Then when Chad tries to claim victory, you just swoop in and...

Jack: Okay. There's a cabin in Area 9, someone's being held hostage down there. I think it's Nate's wifey.

Kandice: No...

Jack: Yeah. They even scattered around Double Dare paraphenalia. They knew that the Korean girl would think it was her husband's.

Kandice: Hrrrmmm...

Jack: So are you really going to let me go?

Kandice points her paintball gun and shoots him hard with paintballs, turning his shirt blue: And risk my 24th kill? No way. The Specter doesn't leave any traces...

Jack: (F-BOMB!)

(TBC...)

[fandude41]

(In that ever-so-famous tree)

Nate (to self): It's hard staying up here when you have a tree branch..

(Ear piece rings)

Nate: Eagle here.

Kandice: Specter here.

Nate: How's the numbers look?

Kandice: Got my 24th. We're still down.

Nate: (D-bomb) it! Any news about the ranks?

Kandice: Your number one is captured. But do NOT go.

Nate: To quote Ackbar, It's a trap! She won't talk. Plus, the only Double Dare paraphernalia I have are T-shirts. Unless we got a home game out already.

Kandice: Want me to...

Nate: Take out ANYONE you see that's a Spartan. Now, it's PERSONAL. Eagle out.

Kandice: Specter out. Stay safe.

(Nate presses a button on his earpiece)

Nate (to self): Forget being subtle and aiming for arms and legs. Time to Benedetto them.

(Changes paintball chambers to "Substance X")

(TBC by Neko)

[TheNewNeko]

(Meanwhile in Area 9)

Jamie looks up and sees Ryan and Travis, two non-Spartans standing guard over her

Jamie: You expect me to talk?

Ryan: Ha. What do you have to talk about? The 38th Parallel?

Travis: We're not here for that.

Jamie: There has to be a reason you haven't shot me yet.

Travis: You're right. There is. Now shut up. ::re-gags her::

Ryan: You sure about this?

Travis: Hey, we're gonna get a big cut once we exterminate him... He might even know about this Specter girl that's been wreaking havoc on them. And think what we can do with $30 grand...

Ryan: Good call.
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(Area 5: Preston is looking at the numbers. Although Spartan is still ahead on raw manpower, their numbers have been dwindling faster than GSN U's -- Currently Spartan has 161 soldiers left and GSN City's arsenal has 102)

Carson: Bad Karma to Jeopardy... over.

John: I'm out. Specter got me.

Preston: How many (f-bomb)ing people is this Specter going to kill?

Carson: 28 so far.

Preston: TWENTY-EIGHT? That's nearly 10% of my army. That's it. $35,000 for Specter's head...

Carson: You know this is a game? We can't decapitate someone for real.

Preston: Wanna bet? ::evil grin:: If that Specter comes anywhere near me, I guarantee you she won't be breathing too long. ::evil grin::

Carson: Oooh, that is pure evil.

Preston: That city will be mine and no "Specter" will stop it.

(TBC...)

[ddavenport]

Del Boy: Rodney, whatcha got?

Rodney: These aren't ordinary paintballs. They're paintballs I secretly laced with Chemical X.

Carrie: Chemical X...isn't that the substance that the military just invented?

Del Boy: Been talking about it on the news.

Rodney: Those Spartans won't even know what hit 'em!

Carrie: I sure hope it works!

(TBC)

[TheNewNeko]

(Preston goes into a private room and opens the door, in there are ten specially marked paintballs, with metallic silver skulls and crossbones on them)

Carson: What in the name of God are those?

Preston: These are special order paintballs. They are filled with a highly toxic material called Hydrofluoric Acid. Extremely corrosive and can cause cardiac arrest and death with just a few inches of skin exposure. This is nothing to mess around with. They cost $1100 apiece. I could only get ten, but I only need one to do its job.

Chad: Nice. So who are these for?

Preston: Well, first we're gonna splatch the prisoner in 9 for fun, then we're going to get Area 8's "Specter", the Del Boys will get one each and some of the bigwigs of GSN City are gonna eat a paintball.

Carson: Preston, don't go out there. If you get hit, you're out.

Preston: Yes, I'll be out but I can still fire one of these paintballs. What are they going to do? Call the Paintball police?

Carson: You're playing for keeps, aren't you?

Preston: A city of beautiful girls, $100 grand and they have to bow to my every whim? Oh yes, I will make sure this is mine. Radio the troops to withdraw from Areas 4, 8 and 9. Ol' Preston is going to go in and clean his house out.

Chad: Preston, look. I respect your win-at-all-costs idea, but hydrofluoric acid? Shooting after you've been called out? You'll at the very least get kicked off the paintball team for that. You could even get expelled from school.

Carson: Chad's right. If you lose and get sued for use of hydrofluoric acid, you could end up paying tens of millions of dollars in punitive damages. You might even lose this mansion.

Preston: Then I'll have to make sure I DON'T LOSE. ::loads his gun::

(TBC...)

[fandude41]

(Same Tree, Same Zone)

Nate: I Really gotta use the restroom.. I don't know how real snipers can stay in one spot for so long..

(Pegs a Bogey in the shin)

Perry: Crap! I'm out!

Nate: I have to wait... Target HAS to come out somewhere...

(In Area 9, A banging is heard on the cabin door)

Jamie: Mmm-hmm-armm.

Ryan: QUIET!

(The door opens to Reveal....)

[TBC]

[TheNewNeko]

(Kandice has 29 marks on her arm as the Spartan force has dwindled to 128, GSN City still has 90 players left.)

Kandice: Oh man, this is such a thrill... ::stalks a Spartan named Jake who doesn't appear to notice her::

Like shooting fish in a barrel Kandice thinks to herself as Jake turns his back on her and starts heading for the base in Area 5[/I]

Kandice: Easy target... ::shoots Jake in the back with a paintball, causing his shirt to turn green::

Jake: (F-bomb!) I'm out. I think "Specter" got me.

Jake continues to walk back as Kandice marks kill #30 on her arm...

Kandice: What the (f-bomb)? He doesn't even seem to care. ::radios Fandude who has just finished his business::

Kandice: Eagle, this is Specter. Over.

Fandude: Copy, What's going on?

Kandice: 30th secured, but something seems wrong. He retreated to the Mansion. Over.

Fandude: You're right. I haven't seen any bogeys in a while. Are they surrendering?

Kandice: I don't think so. I think something is up in our areas. Spectre to Lucky Cat, do you copy?

Neko: Lucky Cat here. What's your 20?

Kandice: Jacuzzi hopping in 8. Are you seeing bogeys in your area?

Neko: Affirmative. Area 2 still has Spartans, over.

Kandice: Son of a (b-bomb). Something is being planned. Specter to Eagle, Stay alert. REPEAT: Stay Alert.

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Meanwhile, in Area 9:

Travis: My buddy, Mark.

Mark: You're doing a good job.

Ryan: the fourth most powerful Spartan there is.

Mark: I'm awesome, I admit it. So what do we have here?

Travis: Preston offered us $30 grand to hold this Korean tart here because the love of her life is going to go down here and rescue her and that's when... boom.

Mark: So what is this Chinese girl going to be? a bargaining chip?

Jamie: Mmmm kkkrrreeennn...

Mark: :: picks Jamie up from her chair, and unpleasantly puts her on the ground, turning her back, she's genuinely scared of what's going to happen next ::

Jamie: Whhhttt rrr yyyuuu ddddnnng?

Mark grabs a feather duster, takes off Jamie's shoes and starts tickling her with the feather duster...

Jamie: Hahhaahahahahhahahahahahaa!!

Ryan: What the (f-bomb)?

Travis: He's going to tickle torture her... but for how long?

Mark: Until Preston tells me to stop...

Jamie: Hahahahhaha... pppllllsss sttttppp.... hahahahahhahahaa!!

::Mark continues to tickle her with the feather duster while holding her in place by sitting on her back::

(TBC...)

[fandude41]

(Nate drops down from his tree)

Nate: Not safe! Not Safe!

(As Nate moves from Area 4 to 7, Jamie is getting the daylights tickled out of her)

Jamie: AEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHAHAH!

Mark: TALK!

Jamie: Neverhehehehhehheehehe!

Travis: Tickle faster!

(Meanwhile in transition Ashley is on Patrol..)

Ashley: This is the life.. About to own a city. Quite adventurous.

(Nate is behind cover and shoots Ashley right in the leg)

Ashley: Damn! I'm out!

(Ashley starts to page, but Nate grabs him by the coat)

Nate: What do you know!?

Ashley: Preston, pest control. 4, 8, 9.

Nate: I know that! Tell me something I don't know!

Ashley: Korean Girl, Hostage.

Nate: Again, I know! You're useless.

(Nate Pinches Ashley's Neck, he falls asleep and transfers a nearby RFID on Ashley)

Nate: Got to warn others! First, got to find another hiding spot...

(As Nate moves further into 7, fragging bogies and watching his six [back] for sneak attacks, Preston gets a reading)

Chad: We got a signal in 6!

Carson: Excellent. Send troops there.

(TBC)

[TheNewNeko]

(Kandice has silently moved to Area 5 and is heading for Area 1 as Preston arrives in Area 9 of the field)

Kandice: Whatever the (F-bomb) is being planned down there, I want no part of it.

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(meanwhile, in Area 9)

Travis: You've been doing that for fifteen minutes. I'm sure if that girl had anything in her bladder, that it would be gone.

Jamie: Hehehehehhehe... oh God, this is starting to hurt... hehehhehehehehe.

Mark: I'm just having too much fun right now.

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Chad: how many troops do we have left?

Carson: 116... we can still win this, even with nearly 2/3 of our regiment gone.

Chad: I have a feeling we're going to find some of the GSN City troops there....

John, radios in: Affirmative. Arrived at Area 6. surrounding the perimeter of the pool... doesn't appear to be anyone here.

Chad: RFID chip located at one-three-five.

John: Got it.... heading that way now.

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(Back in Area 9, Preston walks in)

Mark: Preston, buddy. How are you?

Preston: I'm good Mark, but why didn't you evacuate?

Mark: There was an evac notice?

Preston: Yes, for areas 4, 8 and 9. I have some special paintballs I wanted to use on some threats in that area.

Mark: Really?

Preston: Indeed. Be careful. I'd recommend you leave now.

Mark: Right away... ::leaves heading north towards Area 6::

Preston: So these are my partners in crime. Ryan and Travis, is it?

Travis: That's us, sir. We kept her here waiting for information on the Specter and others who have been sniping our ranks.

Preston: Good man. You've done well to this point. Has she said anything?

Ryan: No. She held out for over 15 minutes of Mark's tickling.

Preston: Then I'll have to raise the stakes... ::stands Jamie up and puts her in a chair::

Now you will tell me the identities and locations of the Specter, along with the other people who have been sniping our ranks or you will pay the price.

Jamie: Never...

Preston: Perhaps you need to be introduced to my little friends... ::loads his special paintballs into the gun::

Jamie: What the heck are those things?

Preston: Hydrofluoric Acid... watch this... ::fires one shot that hits Travis in the chest, firing a second shot he hits Ryan in his leg. The corrosive effects of the acid go to work immediately::

Ryan and Travis: WHAT THE (F-BOMB)??? OOOOWW!!! ::Ryan and Travis go running for their lives, calling in for a medic::

Preston: did you really think I was going to pay those losers $30,000 of my money?? Anyways, since you clearly lack a science background, let me clue you in. Hydrofluoric Acid is extremely corrosive against clothing, skin and bones and can cause cardiac arrest and death upon exposure. It costs $1100 for each of these paintballs, and I have eight left. I'd like to give some to the Specter for decimating my ranks, along with some of the other big guns... oh and I'm playing for keeps. Even if someone pegs me with a paintball, I'm still going to shoot them.

Jamie: You can't do that....

Preston: I have the money. I can do anything. And you'll tell me the location of the following five people in the next ten seconds or I will!

Jamie: What five people?

Preston: Lucky Cat, Eagle, Specter, Trotter and Cheer Chick.

Jamie: You can't possibly expect me to pinpoint them. This place is 150 acres.

Preston: Hmm... as much as I hate to admit it, you're right. I have another idea though... you're going to bring them all to me.

Jamie: What?

Preston: Simple, really. All you have to do is radio the five of them and tell them that the cabin is secure since, after all, you did beat Ryan and Travis, they're not here any more. Then when you get the five of them here, I paintball them with my special paintballs.

Jamie: And if I refuse?

Preston: If you don't radio them in the next ten seconds, I will use one paintball on you and then find them myself and exterminate them...

Jamie: You're bluffing.

Preston: I inherited my money. I didn't earn it playing poker, because I'm a terrible bluffer. Now, you will do it before I count ten or you'll be trying to get to a hospital in time. One!!

Jamie: There has to be another way.

Preston: TWO!

Jamie: I don't have a radio.

Preston: What do you mean, you don't have a radio?

Jamie: Your two buffoons took it off of me and everything but my underwear.

Preston: Great... ::searches the room and finds the walkie talkie:: Aha. I got it.

Jamie mutters to herself: Of course...

Preston: Now, you WILL radio in your friends or you will experience hydrofluoric acid! THREE!

(TBC...)

[ddavenport]

Preston: FOUR!

Del Boy: This is getting ridiculous! If Jamie radios in, our goose is as good as cooked!

Rodney: Gordon Bennett, I think you're right! Desperate times...

Carrie...call for desperate measures.

Preston: FIVE!

Del Boy: This calls for some old-fashioned Trotter ingenuity.

Rodney: If we can somehow force Preston's hand, that should be all we need.

Carrie: We need to set up a trap...catch him in the act, so to speak.

Preston: SIX!

Del Boy: But we need to do this without him noticing.

Rodney: What happens if he notices?

Carrie: Then it's hydrofluoric acid for us!

Preston: SEVEN!

(TBC)

[fandude41]

Del Boy: How many chances does she have to radio the group?

Preston: ONE!

Carrie (whispering): You know that trick doesn't work!

Del Boy (whispering): You never know.

Preston: TWO!

Carrie (whispering to Del): You British genius you! We got extra time!

Preston: THREE!

(Jamie starts to get cold sweats as her hand trembles reaching for the radio)

Preston: FOUR!

Jamie: Cool it! I'll do it!

Preston: Good girl.

Jamie: (Swears in Korean as she puts on the headset)

Preston: You may go in any order you wish.

Jamie: This is Perfect 10 calling Specter.

Kandice: Specter here.

Jamie: It's perfectly safe in 9. No bogeys. Finish what you're doing and come here.

Kandice: Rodger that Perfect. Specter out.

Jamie: Perfect out. This is Perfect calling Trotter.

Trotter: 'Ello Perfect.

Jamie: All clear in 9. Finish your assignment and come here. Perfect out.

Trotter: Trotter out.

(Preston grins wide as the Cheshire Cat)

Jamie: This is Perfect calling Lucky Cat.

Neko: Lucky here.

Jamie: All clear in 9. Repeat all clear in 9. Come to the cabin. Over.

Neko: Coming after this round. Lucky Cat out.

Jamie: Perfect out. This is perfect calling Cheer Chick.

Claudia: Cheer here. What's up?

Jamie: All clear of bogeys in 9. Finish your frag and get here. Perfect out.

Claudia: Cheer out.

Jamie: This is Perfect calling Eagle.

Nate: Eagle here.

(Rest of the conversation will be in Korean)

Jamie: DO NOT come to 9. It's a trap. Repeat. Trap. Tell the others to not come.

Nate: Noted. Is this the pest control I heard so much about?

Jamie: Yes. Perfect out.

Nate: Eagle out.

Preston: You did well.

(Jamie swears again in Korean, scene change to Area 7)

Nate: Eagle to Specter. Eagle to Specter. Come in.

Kandice: Specter here.

Nate: Did you get a transmission from Jamie about area 9?

Kandice: Yeah. heading there now.

Nate: My transmission was different. It's a trap! DO NOT go. Tell the others. I got Spartans in my crosshairs. Eagle out.

Kandice: Specter out.

(TBC by Neko ONLY)

[TheNewNeko]

(Kandice snipes down her 32nd kill as she radios in to the rest of the group)

Neko: Thanks Kandice. So what do you think we should do about Jamie and Area 9?

Kandice: I'd say she can handle it. I have a feeling she has an idea.

Neko: Ooh, I'd like to be a fly on the wall when that is going down.

Kandice: Don't worry. I'm sure she'll tell you when this is over. By the way, how are you doing kill-wise?

Neko: Six. Not too bad. You?

Kandice: Uh, I'll tell you later.

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(Meanwhile, in Area 9, Jamie sees the Trotters behind her and gets an idea)

Jamie: You know, Preston. We have some time before the group gets here. An hour at least.

Preston: What are you talking about?

Jamie: I'm already in my underwear. It wouldn't take long for you to just pin me down and have your way with me...

Preston: Really?

::while Jamie is seducing Preston, the Trotters sneak into the cabin, hoping to remain unseen::

Jamie: Why not?

Preston: Aren't you already accounted for?

Jamie: It'll take him at least half an hour to get here. Don't you want to see what some Korean sex can be like?

Preston: That's not a bad idea...

Jamie: See, we can work something out after all...

:: Del Boy and Rodney get to work tying his shoelaces together while Jamie is playing with his hair ::

Jamie: Now c'mon, Tiger. You want to chase me into that room, don't you?

Preston: You bet!

::Jamie:: Come catch me!

::Preston goes to run after Jamie but trips on his tied together shoelaces and falls to the ground::

Preston: Ooof! What the... ?

::Preston tries to get back to his feet and realizes his shoes are tied together. He grabs his paintball gun and keeps it by his side while undoing it::

Del Boy and Rodney: That's our cue to get the bloody hell out of here!

(TBC...)