“Beach lookout’s nap”
The Dad Batch (and Omega) deserve a day of blissful relaxation, I don’t think there’s anyone out there who wouldn’t agree!
While Tech is taking the best nap of his life[Part 1], Omega and Wrecker joined efforts to make the coolest sand-Tipoca city[Part 2] there is out there!
Echo and Hunter might have gotten concerned about the ruckus[Part 3] that these two started to cause…
Crosshair, on the other hand…?
He couldn’t give a flying kark.
…or least that’s what it would seem like.
Even through a slit of sight, nothing escapes the skillful sniper’s eyes. Watching his brothers (and sister) from the distance, he peacefully swings on his hammock, a couple of meters above the ground and (hopefully) far away enough from the mischief that is, apparently, stirring among his siblings.
This state of bliss comes to a halt however, when the crackle of a comm breaks through the sounds of nature.
“Omega to Crosshair, come in Crosshair!”
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“For the love of the Maker”, he thinks to himself.
Admitting his defeat, Crosshair opened his eyes fully and stared at the palm leaves above, casually spotting a palm weevil crawling over them within a split second.
He took a deep breath as he pressed the button of his own commlink, making sure to drag his words to let Omega know of his displeasure as he spoke:
“What do you want?”














