Livin' The Brotherhood

Chapter Two: Oscar Mike

TW: Swearing, inappropriate themes.

   The next day after all that pizza, the Base was more than alive. Trucks and Humvees lined up ready to leave. The reporter  hopped into the backseat along with Trombley. Garza hopped on the turret. Kyra finished squaring away the Humvee and followed close behind Ray, holding her helmet whilst they walked to the porter potty. Ray pounded on the door.

  "Brad lets go it's urgent! Where almost oscar mike!" he called. Kyra stood there, a small smile on her face. Her little bandage still on her forehead.

  "Jesus Ray, can't I enjoy one minute of enjoyment before shipping out," he called out from inside of the portable toilet. A giggle flew out of the female's lips along as Ray began to chuckle. The porter potty's door flew open. There stood the tall Marine as he scooped up his toilet paper, and Playboy magazine. Looking between Kyra and Ray with his piercing blue eyes. Kyra laughed slightly and shook her head. Ray went and followed Brad so he could go get the rest of his gear. the female Marine went and got in the Humvee, sitting between Trombley and the Reporter. She placed her helmet on her head, clicking her chin strap on. She began bouncing her knee, adrenaline coursing through her veins. 

   About five minutes later, Ray and Brad hopped into their seats in the Humvee. Ray placed his helmet on and Brad did the same. The reporter sat in his seat, sweat dripped down his face. Ray placed some dip in his lip and looked at the Kyra and the reporter, holding the can of dip out to them. The female made a face and put her hand up, rejecting the tobacco product. 

  "Hey, War Scribe. Want to try some dip. The first couple times I tried it, I puked a little bit. But, as long as you don't get it in Brad's Humvee, we won't mind," Ray spoke, clipping his helmet. Wright grabbed the can of dip, took some and stuffed it in his bottom lip. Kyra stuck her tongue out in disgust as she just placed her M16 between her legs. Humming softly as they waited for the signal to be off and driving.

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    After a few hours of waiting for the translator, they were off. The drive was decently boring. Sitting in the Humvee wasn't all that nice. I mean, listening to Ray hipped up on Ripped Fuel and singing variations of Avril Lavigne and other hit songs, was fun and all. Hell, even Brad was singing along with some of them. Though, when you're driving in a desert there isn't much to see. Especially when you are both searching for the enemy, and waiting for the enemy to approach you at the same time in a massive country. 

  Kyra had already fallen asleep, her head resting on Trombley's shoulder. A shocker was that Trombley hadn't shoved her off of him just yet. Ray glanced in the rear view mirror, looking at Marine. "Holy shit James, you aren't being a total psycho. I'm surprised," Ray retorted. Brad glanced back at the two and smiled slightly. 

  "She is nice to me. And she gave me a pack of skittles," he shrugged and kept looking out the window. Ray scoffed slightly and focused back on the road. That was when they were called to pull over along with the rest of the trucks. Kyra popped up and hopped out of the car with everyone else. And as soon as everyone had gotten out of their vehicles, two white pickup trucks with the Republican Guard's insignia on the front of it. Men with AKs sat inside the truck, along with the truck bed. 

  No one was really paying attention at first, Kyra was the first to notice them. She immediately brought up her firearm and aimed down her sights. "Uh, Lieutenant! Two white pickup trucks, Republican Guard symbols on the hoods," she called out. This grabbed everyone's attention quite quickly while the two pickup trucks came to a hard stop. Brad came up next to the female and leaned over the truck and aimed his gun down on the trucks. This is when the rest of the men followed the action. Fick got on the phone with the higher ups in the chain of command, asking permission open fire on the men. Or at least snatch one for questioning. But, to no avail, the request was denied. And we were told to wave them off.