"Maybe we could use some of my bubblegum to plug the hole," Hitch said, spitting out the wad he was currently chewing. He offered it to Tully, who sighed.
There was a hole in the gas line, maybe a bullet, maybe just the natural elements. Hitch was pretty sure it was a bullet, since they'd just returned from yet another raid on German HQ. That's why Tully didn't have his usual tools with him – they'd gotten lost along the wild ride.
"I'm serious, guys," he said. Moffitt smiled a little, but shook his head. Troy wasn't even listening – too busy surveying the desert for any signs of pursuit – and Tully seemed to be ignoring him. "Fine. I'll do it, if nobody else wants to."
Tully shifted away from the jeep, just a little bit, and Hitch knelt down and plugged up the hole with what he thought was a pretty good style. It was a good piece of gum, but he didn't mind giving it up if it meant they all got home in one piece.
Two miles on, gas started spurting out of the line again. Hitch's gum was nowhere to be seen.
Tully rolled his eyes. "You and your great ideas."