AN: The long awaited chapter four. I know I'm a shitty author, but man has this year been crazy. I think this chapter is a little wonky due to my rusty abilities. Constructive criticism is nice, but please no hate. I hope you all enjoyed.
The convoy had been resting as most sat and waited for the large number of foot-mobiles to be questioned as the seemed to flee some sort of town or city. Doc Bryan, War Scribe, Sergeant Colbert, and Lieutenant Fick went with interpreter to speak with some locals. Kyra and the rest of Brad's Humvee just sat and wait. The female marine resting on the top of the Humvee next to Walt's main gun. Watching closely as so many civilians shuffled along the dirt roads. Women and children of all ages. Men who looked so utterly exhausted. A soft sigh escaped her chapped lips as the sun beat down heavily on top of her, and the rest of the convoy. Just not-so-patiently waiting for the higher ups to finish their little chats, or investigations, as Kyra would call them.
God that sun was hot. "I don't think I will ever get use to how hot it is here," Kyra huffed as she watched the Marines, and reporter, all stand around the two Iraqi men to get some sort of information. Though you could hear a loud scoff from the RTO beneath her. Who was sitting in the driver's seat of the Humvee, probably impatiently waiting more than her. Shocker.
"You think anyone does? I smell like dirty ball sweat and probably what Trombley's mom's taint smells like after a long weekend," The scrawnier Marine bellowed. Earning a low grumble from the gunner behind him. Though Kyra scoffed in return just to shake her head. Muttering a quick, 'Jesus Christ' to herself.
"Where about are you from again, Corporal?" Asked the oh-so-cocky Ray. The female tilted her head to the side and let out a heavy, but sarcastic sigh.
"The good-old state of Massachusetts," she responded. Her voice in laced with sarcasm and fake happiness. The response making Ray laugh obnoxiously.
"Oh you have to be joking. Come on, Smiles. You aren't actually from that tax ridden state. Only fueled by fuckin' Dunkin Donuts and there 'amazing hospitals' that no one can actually afford," he began. Which didn't take long until it got into a over board roasting session of the state. Which the fellow female Corporal didn't even blame. That woman hated that state anyways.
"Oh yes indeed, I am. I hate it as much as anyone else. But I know your trailer park, incest baby, cousin fucking, mosquito eating ass is talking. Who lived in East Bum-Fuck Nevada. And point, Ray. Taxes are insane. The civilians of that state are all assholes. But never make fun of our Dunkin Donuts. They're so much better than Starbucks," Kyra taunted back. Ray nodded, a little proud of the comeback.
Brad returned to the slightly armored and Wright climbed back in to sit in the middle. Kyra still sat on the rooftop as she peered down to the Sergeant. "Gentlemen, and woman. We are looking at a pretty short ride. We're gonna link up with Regimental Combat Team," He spoke. The woman hopping down from the roof and giving him a stiff nod before climbing into her sector of the Humvee.
"Aren't we going through the town?" Trombley asked. Clearly disappointment stuck to his face and words. The Reporter peering over to the slightly disturbed young man. He only earned a quick and hard 'no' from the Iceman. "But I didn't get to shoot yet," he whined. Almost sounding like a kid not being allowed to have his favorite desert after he didn't finish his dinner. Which would've been almost wholesome if Trombley didn't just want to shoot and kill people.
Ray was quick to respond. "Hey, that town stopped a whole regiment with like tanks and shit," he defended.
"Yeah, in all honesty. I would like to make it home without a Purple Heart. Or even better, without a damn flag draped over my damn casket," The female devil dog was quick to chime in. Which was true. Like many others, she didn't want to be sent home in a pine box. Or eve think about getting injured. But yet Trombley insisted about how bad he wanted to shoot.
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Livin' The Brotherhood
Fiksi PenggemarA lone female recon Marine, Corporal Kyra Bisset, placed in a group of men that she never knew would become her life in such a short fragment of life. No one really knew her or her story. Fear, adrenaline, patriotism, humor, and maybe even love. It'...
