"God rest your souls." Marcus nods and all three are thrown off the boat. "What a forgetin' waste. Bullstuff that we had to do that, and bullstuff that they want us gone."
Marcus returns to base. When they come back 3 men shorter, no one really needs an explanation. Work continues. Life goes on.
Marcus radios Grayling about the appearance of the Saudi soldiers and what they said. Some of his men set up roadblocks at the northern end of the Mackinac Bridge, using tipped cars and debris to block off the road from anything other than foot traffic.
Grayling would've preferred that the soldiers remained alive but understands why you got rid of them.
I double over and land face-first onto the ground with Rob still on my back. I get back up after a few seconds, feeling like I've just been socked in the stomach by a truck. I make it to a fallen tree and check both of us for any entry on our vests.
No entry; he couldn't have been firing anthing bigger than 5.56.
"Wh-.."
David is suddenly shaken awake by the sudden lurching of the truck, looking around the surrounding environment for a moment then everyone else. As it turns out, there were sudden orders to make our way to go through Ohio on a patrol, then head Northbound towards Michigan. Getting a sense of his bearings back, David soon realizes they are headed Northwest towards Ohio territory.
Making sure his equipment is still properly secured, David asks around if anybody's really seen anything interesting yet on the miles of road they've been on.
Joe, the guy sitting on your left, pipes up:
"I already seen a hobo forget a deer corpse and use i-"
He's cut off by Tom, the guy on his left:
"Look, we appreciate the childhood memories of how your mum got impregnated but this isn't the time nor the place. Anyway, Dave- we're patrolling radiation. I'm sure we'll find something forgeted up."
Joe is visibly offended but doesn't respond.
