As it turned out, Wynonna Earp wasn’t as useless in the field as she anticipated being. What the BBD’s specialty was, Wynonna was only half-sure, but she knew that a lot of things they chased were slimy, and had a lot of teeth. Sometimes though, working with Dolls and some of the other suits even approached fun. Black Badge was really big on secrecy, and subtlety, and it’s the lesson Dolls has the hardest time teaching her. “Oh, good, we’ve got a runner,” Wynonna pointed into the tunnel, after the thing with the three head and a shit-ton of eyeballs. “Aren’t you gonna say stay here, Earp, let’s wait for back up, and then follow me in anyway? Seriously I can’t believe sometimes I have to do both sides of our conversations.” “Shh!” He hissed, gun still drawn, flashlight pointing at the old tunnel …show more content…
Slashing and stabbing the thing off of her, Wynonna struggled violently with the thing for about ten seconds, water splashing around them until the small beast eventually stopped moving. Wynonna found herself wet, covered in apparent baby Amerill blood, and even more pissed off than she usually was. “Yeah, okay,” Detaching a clip from her belt, Wynonna pulled the tab and let one of her government-issue grenades fly deep into the belly of the tunnel, scrambling to her feet, and pulling Dolls back with her. Running from the mouth of the tunnel, Wynonna pulled Dolls away from the opening, just as the boom of her grenade went off, shooting flames and debris from the tunnel. “What the-” Dolls stammered, “Who gave you a grenade?” With a shrug that was as guilty as it wasn’t, Wynonna winced, “You see, words like gave are… so strong… Check your utility belt, Batman,” She confessed. In his weapons bag, Dolls noticed two grenades missing from his