O'Hanrahan for NachoMonster."After these scores, we're going to have to think of a new name for you guys," the Lieutenant said, wiping dust from his glasses and flipping through the clipboard. The combat readiness test had been passed with flying colors, and nobody beamed more than O'Hanrahan. The 'Misfits' as they were commonly known sat around a campfire, eating dinner. It wasn't the most opportune moment for briefing, but the Lieutenant had been busy.More Like This
"Guys?" Mags said sardonically, and then Razz pointed out,
"He thinks you're a guy. Don't worry, I know you're not."
"I think he's an idiot," Mags snapped, and before Razz could choke down another bite of his dinner, she threw her shoe at him. "I think you're an idiot too."
The Lieutenant, looking very uneasy, glanced away from the fiery blond and the mohawked young man. He opted for friendly-faced O'Hanrahan, who was eating heartily and didn't seem to notice the fight in front of him. "They uh. They told me