"Why are you looking at me that way?" Stryker asked as she stopped moving away from him and stood her ground. The two guns on her person, her hip and strapped to her leg were no match from his single weapon in firepower and in number of bullets. He had her beat by weapon and he was the superior shooter than even she.
"Ah nothing Stryker, not looking at you weird or anything like that," she said with a bit of a quiver in her voice.
"Aurora, I'm not going to take you out…..don't worry. We just have to stick together and watch each other's backs," he said with a smile trying to evoke one from her as well.
"Well…..you sure?"
"Girl if I wanted to kill you, you would have already been dead," he said laughing.
"Oh, don't you think you're all big about yourself…..don't you," she said with a grin.
"Come on, we have to find a place to take a stand, we are too out in the open here," he said looking about their current location right in the center of the food court.
"Stryker, what if it comes down to just us?" Aurora questioned as the two walked at a brisk pace.
"Then we fake the death of the other," he said stopping in his tracks and turning her into him. "I would never fire on you Aurora; we have history together as partners, friends and lovers. Do you really think I would kill you over a fucking game?" he told her looking directly into her eyes.
"No, no you wouldn't hurt me would you."
"My God Aurora, do you even have to ask?"
"Sorry Matt, I know you love me," she said reaching up to kiss him on the cheek.
"Besides, you're got too fine an ass to just waste like that," he added with a little grin as he gently spanked her on her bottom.
"Hey! Hands off the ass! Well, if the shoe were on the other foot, I would so shoot you…..I would, I would so shoot you," she said as the two resumed walking with him slightly ahead of her as she looked over her shoulder to glance the object of his affection. "Ah, I do have nice little ass don't I?" she mumbled to herself as she stepped up her pace to catch up with her partner.