Full Metal History

Roadtrip

Peering out the small rectangle window of the plane, Fuller, watched as the Boeng-717, roared through the sky with its massive four Rolls Royce engines. They were clearly seen from the window, which was three rows back from the wing. Looking down, Fuller, could see the ocean, a vast pool of nature, waves gracefully surfing the top of the water.

"My arse is fucking numb", Fuller said looking back to Petit, who was just waking up from his slumber.

"Huh, wha... We there yet?", Petit said drowsily.

"Nah mate just left Sydney now!", Fuller said with a stern voice.

"Fucking kidding me!!", The Frenchman said back in shock.

"No! ya bloody noonga!", Fuller, said laughing. " You were wide awake, drunk, but awake when we took off from Dubai and Sydney".

Petit, adjusted himself in his seat. His body still asleep and his mouth dry as the farms in Australia. Reaching down, petit, pulled out the book he was reading when Fuller met up with him.

"You know between me and you, you need a lady in your life". Petit said, opening his book. "That way you won't be so grouchy".

"Bugger me kindly mate. I'm not grouchy, I'm just a very loveable and caring person who doesn't care or love you", stated Fuller, pulling his headphones on. "And another thing, I'll get me a misses, when I want one".
With that, Fuller, turned his music on, his music was blasting but only loud enough for Petit, to make out that it was Metallica.

"He's gonna die alone", petit, said to himself, as his eyes darted across the words on the page.

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"You reckon that's him", Fuller said staring ahead.

"Of course! Or is it a she?", Petit, questioned.

Standing infront of the two, was a tall lanky female, with short hair and a big jaw. Dark glasses, covered her eyes. Wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans, with runners. In her hands, was a placard, with barely any effort given it read, "Fuller/Petart".

"You are joking?!", petit, said aloud. As the two walked over. "How do you spell my name wrong. One job, one job!".

As they got within six feet, the lady, dropped the sign and turned around, "let's go", she said in a vague tone.

"Yeah G'day to you too mate. So what's the go?", Fuller asked.

"Mate? How do know it's a bloke", Petit, whispered into Fullers ear.

"I don't", Fuller, whispered back.

Startling the men, the women spoke rudely, "I can hear you! And I am a women", she said.

The two men stared at each other. Both were in shock. As they moved through the crowds of people, the cogs in their brains were slowly turning trying to process if the person infront of them is indeed a female.

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Driving along the highway, the two sat in the back of the black Cadillac. In the middle of them was a large, bald, black as night man. Looking, Nigerian. His legs were bent up in the cramped space and his snore echoed through the vehicle.

"Men, this is...", the lady spoke, but was cut off by Fuller.

"Julio Fernandez, African born to a tribe in Chad. Village was raided, and his parents managed to smuggle him onto a white mans truck where he escaped. Or so that's the story. I know, thank you Miss Averaz, the documents you gave, I read them extensively, even on the dunny", Fuller said, as he battled to project his voice against the V8 engines, Fernandez was producing with his throat.

"But the document forgot to mention, he snores like a freight train", Petit said laughing. "Hmm.., but he is part of the 601 commando company. Been deployed to rescue travellers on the Chile, Argentine border. Never seen actual combat. Was a former, truck driver in the regular army and rose to the rank of Corporal. But is now a private after going S-F", petit added.

"The only person on this squad who was a POGUE prior to joining the elite units of their respective countries", Fuller said intrigued. "Petit, wake him up, his N-C-O, needs a word with him".

Petit, stared blankly at Fuller, then sized up the bald, tall and massive black argentine commando sitting next to him. "That's a negative, not doing that", Petit said anxiously.

Fuller, stared back at the young Frenchman who finally gave in and threw an elbow into the Africans ribs.

"Urgh, huh, wha... We there yet?!", Fernandez said, in pain and drowsily.

"Why is everyone so impatient these days?!", Fuller said jokingly.

Fernandez, looked around and saw the two men beside him.

"So, you two are apart of this game?!", Fernandez remarked, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, I'm also the man in charge of this team", added Fuller, who extended his hand to greet the fellow soldier. "This is private Leandre Petit, he answers to me and me alone", Petit, reached out his hand to shake Fernandez, his hands felt like a child's compared to the massive African."I'm Corporal David Fuller, your commander for this 'game'", fuller finished.

The Cadillac came to a stop at a set of lights.

"Gentlemen, we are about 15 minutes away, you should see a big building, that's not where we are going", the driver said laughing.