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-Mouser

Chapter 9

"Martinez." Schuester yelled from his tent. "Front and center."

"Sir." Martinez replied as he stood before him his back rigid. Before his commander he was the perfect soldier but around everyone else he was danger. He rarely obeyed orders only when the higher ups where around. He didn't patrol correctly usually going passed ordered boundaries, or falling asleep on the job. The only thing that was saving him was he had a higher rank then most at the camp site and for the most part that helped keep everyone in check. Everyone except the three amigos as he called them. He really did not like those three, Lopez, Abrams, and Chang, and he hoped he or them would be transferred at some point. Especially Lopez, she was a good soldier but still she was just a woman. And women really did not belong in the service especially the Marines. His Marines.

"I want you, Lopez, Abrams and Chang to report to Commander Beiste. She's in charge of Base Camp Ten. They have been talking heavy fire and they lost their communication guy and the guy they have is a rookie. Chang is better. I want you to tell the others and report back here at 10 you'll be leaving at 11 tonight."

"Yes Sir." Martinez replied.

"Ladies we have a new assignment. We meet with Shue at 10 and leave at 11. We are going to a new base and helping out over there." Martinez said as he was packing his belongings. Santana just rolled her eyes at him, he never respected them, but there was nothing she could do. At best the infractions that he was committing would only reduce his rank and until he did something severe she was stuck with him and his arrogance attitude. She didn't know what Martinez hated worse; the fact that she was a woman or that she was a gay woman who did not hide. Either way she would do her best to make sure that Abrams, Chang and her stayed safe. "Let's go pack guys. "

Entering her tent, she laid all her clothes on her cot, neatly in specific piles. One could say the she was organized, maybe a little OCD. Before the Marines that was the furthest thing from the truth. Quinn would always be after her to hang up her jacket, place her shoes neatly, and place her keys in the same place so she could find them at the end of the night. She smiled as she grabbed her pictures from her headboard and placed them on top of her shirts. Gathering her duffel bag she started placing her items in it. Hopefully whatever they had to accomplish would happen quickly and she would be able to return this current base. She had a Skype call to complete and she wasn't sure if she was in the other camp if that would still be possible.

At 10 the four entered Shue's tent and waited for his instructions. "At ease. The four of you are to report to Base Camp 10. Chang you'll be their communication guy for a bit. Lopez you're the new translator expert on site. Abrams you'll be responsible for supplies; weapons, tools, and other resources between the two camps if needed, and Martinez your job is to provide cover if anything goes bad. This should just be a temporary assignment. They are taking a lot of fire the last couple of days so keep your heads low and your helmets on. We have laid out your course; maintain it, do not deviate. I cannot stress that enough. Keep in contact between here and there. The last group that went out ended up rolling through a land mind. Thankfully they survived and I believe we have found a better path since then to prevent that outcome. Understand?"

"Sir yes Sir" all four replied in unison.

"Lopez, stay behind."

"Sir is there a problem."

"No, just letting you know you got five minutes to send an email to whomever you plan to call on the first, with information of when the call takes place no more no less. Understand?'

"Yes sir."

"My computer is logged on to a secure network. Go ahead and type your message."

"Thank you Sir." Santana replied as she sat behind his desk. She typed out Quinn's email and wrote the date and time she was scheduled to call her. She wanted to type more but thought of the consequence of typing an 'I love you,' and decided against it. With the e-mail sent she, she left Shues' tent to catch up to the guys.