FUEL

[blazerblock2]

Quickly, the commander put the Humvee in gear and floored it, causing the tires to spin out in the dirt.  The humvee jolted forward then, and began driving through the park.  The commander swerved around various bushes and wounded people writhing in the dirt, heading toward the hole in the fence.  Bullets ricocheted off if the thick armor of the humvee as it ran through the park and out of the fence, into the wilderness.  The trees kept good cover from the helicopters searching above, but not good enough.  The humvee needed to drive slow.

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[Gojira]

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[Tomcat]

erm tomcat i got on the helicopter

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[Decepticon]

-nvm-

[Jokey365]

I had to get out of this deathtrap of a city. I had to get through the wall. I continued to run, hoping I wouldn't get gunned down on my way to the market. I needed to stock up.

[blazerblock2]

The commander continued to drive, monitoring the USPG comms chatter to avoid being seen by flybys.  He then spoke into his own radio.  "Fireflies, regroup at home base, we've got ourselves a nice reward for rescuing those two."

[blockguy123]

"Phew, they are gone."

[blazerblock2]

After about an hour of carefully evading helicopter flybys in the humvee, Cherenkov and Lee had finally arrived at the motel in the outskirts.  The humvee was parked under some home-made camouflage and netting behind the motel, and the rest of the team (including you, Slimmer boy) returned safely 20 minutes before.  All in all, there were about 3 casualties.  One man on the ground team, and the two marksmen who were killed by the UH-60 gunners.  The two prisoners were put in proper clothing and fed, and any wounds they had were treated.

The commander turned to Lee, and nodded.  They were still in the humvee.  The commander then said,  "Nice shooting out there, soldier.  You're a damn fine marksman, saved us a ton of casualties at least."

[Decepticon]

-nvm late-

[mlockha]

After about an hour of carefully evading helicopter flybys in the humvee, Cherenkov and Lee had finally arrived at the motel in the outskirts.  The humvee was parked under some home-made camouflage and netting behind the motel, and the rest of the team (including you, Slimmer boy) returned safely 20 minutes before.  All in all, there were about 3 casualties.  One man on the ground team, and the two marksmen who were killed by the UH-60 gunners.  The two prisoners were put in proper clothing and fed, and any wounds they had were treated.

The commander turned to Lee, and nodded.  They were still in the humvee.  The commander then said,  "Nice shooting out there, soldier.  You're a damn fine marksman, saved us a ton of casualties at least."

"Thank you sir."

[blazerblock2]

"Keep up the good work, Lee, it'll get you far." the commander said, before opening the door on the humvee and stepping out.  Behind the vehicle was the group that had come with the commander to the city to rescue the captives.  "Great work, everyone!  We've successfully recovered the objectives, and a little something extra," the commander stopped, looking to his left and patting the side of the vehicle.  "One HMMWV, with a nice .50 in the turret.  The radio's on the USPG frequency as well, which allows us to monitor their radio chatter.  Good work, everyone, your performance today makes me proud to call you Fireflies.  Dismissed.  Grab yourselves a couple cold ones."

[mlockha]

Lee grabbed his bolt-action from the backseat, then holstered his revolver. He stepped out of the Humvee and slammed the door. He went to go get a beer.

[blazerblock2]

The commander sighed as the group dispersed, lowering the shemagh from over his face and letting it hang from his neck.  He pulled his beanie off, wiping sweat from his forehead and stuffing the hat in his ammo-dump pouch.  He grabbed his weapon from the vehicle and took the keys from the ignition, throwing the heavy door shut and following his men into the motel lobby, where drinks were being served behind the makeshift bar that used to be the check in desk.

[Niff]

I take a sip of my drink and spot the commander, I sit next to him and ask him

"What now?"

[blazerblock2]

"Just chill,"  the commander said, ordering himself a beer and placing $5 on the counter.