Duncan Manor.
Paintball shooting competition.
AA Team vs. Little Sweet Bear Team.
The AA Team captain was hiding behind a large tree, certain he was perfectly safe, calmly issuing concise, clear commands when he was suddenly shot in the back, instantly breaking his composure.
Could the other side's bullets curve?
That was a trick shot!
"Relax. The bullets didn't curve. I fired the shot."
Howard's comforting voice came from behind him.
"Wha~t~?"
Sheldon immediately exploded. He turned around and glared at Howard, who was lying there acting as a sniper. "You stabbed your captain in the back? How dare you!"
"I have perfectly valid reasons. First, you were leading us straight into disaster."
Howard said frankly, "Second, in this situation, we were going to die sooner or later.
Rather than be miserably slaughtered by the enemy's guns, I might as well take you out myself. At least it saves us from your ear-piercing screaming.
Third, your back kept swaying around in front of me. It was just too tempting for my scope. Such a perfect target—I really couldn't resist pulling the trigger...
I can give you as many valid reasons as you want, so you really can't blame me."
"Leonard!"
Seeing that his teammate was determined to disobey orders on the battlefield, Sheldon nearly thought he had learned his theory of physics through glaring from his devout mother. He could only turn to experimental physicist Leonard for help.
"Don't call me!"
Leonard was fuming. "Forget him—I want to shoot you a few times myself!"
"Why?"
Sheldon was baffled and aggrieved.
"Why?"
Leonard snapped, "Look at how you performed! You made me lose face in front of Penny.
Before the match, I told her that not only did I play paintball, I also played Grand Theft Auto all the time. I