1st Recon's roadblock, April 3rd, 2021 (0735)
The morning has arrived, the sun rising in the horizon, meanwhile, the number of refugees streaming in from Italica has doubled, from initial 70 to 140 by the morning.
Hitman-3's CO, Lt Richman is paranoid about the refugees, thinking it might be the enemies in disguise trying to sneak past the roadblock. As expected, the Marines in Hitman-2 are listening to his radio message with disdain, shaking their heads at the show of incompetence by Lt. Richman.
"Hitman Actual, this is Hitman-3, I request permission to engage enemy footmobiles crowding our perimeter, over." Lt. Richman asks Captain Walt for permission to engage unarmed civilians near his roadblock, still paranoid that it might be the enemy in disguise.
Hearing this, Captain Walt immediately denies his request to engage the civilians, telling him to stand down.
"Negative, you're not engaging any civilians, over." Captain Walt responded with a disappointed voice, not believing that one of his platoon commanders is that paranoid, veins can be seen popping on his head.
"BUT THEY COULD BE DISGUISED AS CIVILIANS!" Lt. Richman still insists on engaging.
"No, I say again, that's a negative, Hitman-3, stand down, out." Before Lt. Richman could do anything reckless, Captain Walt shot him down, with a calm but serious voice, before ending the transmission.
Back at Hitman-2, everyone is busy helping the civilians, Evan is playing with the kids, occasionally letting them sit on his shoulders. Simon and Doc meanwhile, are treating the civilians with injuries received during their bombardment of Italica, some of them still have shrapnel in their thighs, blood oozing out.
Doc Clancy is joined by the US Navy Lieutenant Michael Anderson, attached to their battalion as Battalion Surgeon, helping Doc Clancy dig out several pieces of shrapnel from an unconscious child, whilst Simon and Kirito help them by giving them medical equipment that's out of reach.
"I need an IV Bag." Clancy calmly asked for an IV in a calm, monotone voice. Hearing this, Simon immediately pulls out an IV Bag from Clancy's rucksack, before setting it up on the child.
The mother of the child is watching up-close, wondering why these invaders are so keen on helping her and her child, are they trying to make sure that they're in good condition before making them a slave?
"Lieutenant, you think he'll survive?" Clancy asked, as a Venom helicopter who just returned from Italica lands near them, inside are Navy Medical Crews, they're here to MEDEVAC the child to Regimental Combat Team-5's shock trauma unit, the mother of course, is allowed to go with her child. The day seems to be good, as the sun is rising, birds chirping from their nest, giving a nice, peaceful feeling.
"Yeah, he'll survive, we already stopped the amount of blood oozing out of that kid's leg." Lt. Anderson replied, as he and Doc Clancy watch the medical crews jumps out of the helicopter, carrying a stretcher with the child back into the helicopter. They left as quickly as they arrived, the mother waved at them from above, smiling, thankful at the invaders for treating her son.
Satisfied that the child will survive, Clancy returns to their Humvee with Simon and Kirito. While walking, they see a couple of kids playing, chasing each other, seemingly not caring that there's tanks, LAVs and Humvees less than 300 meters in front of them.
Dow and his team are handing out Humrats and MRE snacks to the civilians streaming in, trying to get them in line and not push each other. The children near them, laughing and smiling, still continue playing their game of tags in front of everyone
"Aw, look at them, how adorable." Simon said, smiling at the kids playing, reminding him of his childhood days.
"Reminds me of my childhood, I'd get beaten by my mom for not doing homework, she said she wants me to be a doctor, and now look at where the fuck we are now." Kirito joins in from behind Simon, hands firmly on his M249 SAW. Pointing out how, despite being a Marine, he somehow managed ending up fighting in another world with fantasy creatures.
"Why the fuck would your mom beat your ass just because of a homework?" Clancy asks, seemingly bewildered by Kirito's childhood.
"Apparently she wants me to turn out good." He immediately replied, shrugging.
"No matter how much of a fucking shithole this place is, kids will always find a way to be happy huh?" Clancy wonders with a smile on his face, before continuing their journey back to their Humvee.
Back at the Humvee, Evan and Traveler are introducing MRE milkshakes to the kids, who have crowded their Humvee in wonder, immediately paying attention to both of them, trying to speak in Imperial without butchering it.
"Alright kids! Listen up, I'm gonna introduce you to a delicious drink from our world, it's called 'milkshake'!" Evan said, trying to gain the kids' attention. Soon enough, the kids turned their heads towards him, with a curious expression on their face.
"What's that?"
"It looks interesting…."
"Why did you drink it from a bag?" One of the kids asked, wondering why instead of a glass or a cup, the invaders instead drink them from inside a bag.
"You see, you can't bring glass into a war, because it'll obviously break in battles, try using common sense, it's a great tip." Evan replied, his voice dead-panned.
The kid's cheek immediately turned red, hiding his face using his hands in embarrassment, Evan ignores him, going back to teaching the other kids.
"Alright, this is how you pronounce it, milk-shake."
"Muk-sek?"
"No, milkshake." Evan corrects them, shaking his head at their attempt of pronouncing his favorite MREs.
"Mik-shek?"
"No, M-I-L-K-S-H-A-K-E." Evan tries again, correcting them.
"Ah! We get it!" The kids exclaimed happily, which makes Evan feel proud, that he just taught these kids from a fantasy world how to pronounce an American product.
"Meat-shank right?" The kids asked him, not a single hint of irony in their voice.
Hearing this, Evan's facial expression immediately changed from triumphant to sorrow, leaning his head towards the driver's seat, before facepalming and muttering.
"Damn it, I joined the Marines to get pussy and shoot some Saderans, not to be a fucking teacher." Evan muttered under his breath, sighing.
The Traveler meanwhile, just smiles, taking notes of Evan's failed attempt at introducing the children to American culture.
Just then, Kirito, Doc Clancy and Simon appear, entering the camo nets. Seeing this, Evan without hesitation, asked them,
"Well, looks like our mission as of right now is to establish a forward middle-school in this fantasy shithole huh? Lemme guess, it's one of the method to flush out Epstein from his hideout so the Clintons can blow him up with a fucking 40 mike-mike for ratting them out?" Evan turns their heads toward the trio, asking them sarcastically.
"Nah, he's not gonna come out from hiding, not after your white-trash ass has talked to the kids, even Epstein has standards." Simon shot back, which causes Evan to chuckle.
The Traveler meanwhile, still wearing his boonie hat for his albino skin protection from sunlight, joins the conversation, turning towards Doc Clancy, whom he gave his picture of girlfriend so he can have a visual aid while jacking off.
"Uhhh, Doc, have you seen the picture of my girlfriend that I gave you yesterday for visual aid?" The Traveler scratched his head as he asked Doc Clancy for the picture of his girlfriend, which is missing.
"What do you mean?" Clancy asked with a puzzled face, tilting his head in confusion.
"You do know how she looked like, right?" The Traveler said, still scratching his head.
"Uhhhh, I forgot?" Clancy replied without missing a beat.
"She kinda looked like this, straight black hair, blue eyes, in a T-shirt-" The Traveler then tries to describe his girlfriend's features, only to be cutted off by Evan.
"With a big cum stain on her face?" Evan asks with a cheeky grin, before turning towards Doc Clancy, who has a sinister smirk on his face, it seems like that he was just pretending to not know where the picture is. Simon meanwhile, just chuckles in the background at Evan's statement.
"Uhhh….." The Traveler doesn't know what to say.
"You let these retards, a southern white trash and a red-haired navy fag that looks like Tartaglia jerk off to a picture of your girlfriend?" Simon asked while leaning his back against the Humvee's passenger seat next to the driver's, shaking his head at the Traveler's decision, everyone under the camo nets chuckled at his comment.
Battalion HQ (0900)
Artillery rumbles in the distance, making sounds akin to a freight train speeding, before landing with a boom, sending shrapnel in every direction. Despite this happening just 35 klicks away, today is a good day for Godfather. He just got off the radio with the Division CG, Maj. General Joseph Kelly, he was told by the CG that they will finally get to see action in this war instead of being sidelined.
After the conversation with the CG, he immediately gathered his officers for a meeting, turning his head around him, checking if all of his SNCOs and Officers are here. Now that everyone is here, he begins the meeting.
"Gentlemen, I bring good news. I just got off the radio with the CG, we are finally getting into the game." Lt. Col. Franzese says, with a smile on his face. His officers and SNCOs looked at each other, wondering what their Battalion CO is talking about.
"We will be going to Italica gentlemen, and we are going to kick some fucking ass and kill some Roman knock-offs." Lt. Col. Franzese continues, pointing his fingers at the map in front of him.
"We are gonna link up with the RCT-5 in MSR Tijuana, before moving up to the outskirts of Italica, if you spot any enemy along the way, you're free to engage them." Godfather continues, explaining his plan to link up with RCT-5, which is part of 1st MARDIV for better firepower and protection while heading to Italica.
"Centurion-1, followed by Hitman-2 will be on point during the advance, they will be leading the battalion, making sure the route is safe." Godfather explains to his officers under the tent, taking notes and nodding, that is until Lt Richman interrupted the meeting.
"Sir, with all due respect, we cannot secure this objective." Lt Richman said, trying to tell Godfather to not continue their journey to Italica.
"Why?" Godfather asks, wanting to know why he should disobey Division CG's order.
"Sir, according to the intelligence I have gathered, there are mud plains everywhere." Lt. Richman explains, prompting other officers and SNCO to try not to laugh at his attempt to explain how the muds will disrupt their advance.
"What about the mud plains?" Godfather asks Richman who in turned said,
"See, our vehicles will be stuck in the mud, and this is where the enemy troops will ambush us." He explained, prompting Godfather, Captain Walt and Lt. Mistral to chuckle at his reasoning.
"The fuck are you talking about, Lieutenant? We are not driving on the mud plains, we are driving through Appia Highway, for fuck sakes." Captain Walt interjected, flabbergasted by the sheer stupidity of Lt. Richman's statement.
"The muds will spill over onto the highway, which will make our vehicles stuck." He immediately replied without a hint of irony in his voice.
"Okay, then what the fuck do you suggest?" Lt. Mistral said, turning his head towards Richman, anticipating an answer.
"Don't move to Italica at all, there might be mud monsters along the MSR for all we kno-" Before he can finish his unnecessary concerns, Captain Stephen Walt, the usually calm and collected commander of Bravo Company cuts him off.
"Lieutenant Tom, can you please stop with your bullshit? We are 72 hours into the war and thus far these DND Romans haven't done jack shit to us, and we're still speedrunning towards the main objective." He said, his annoyed voice booming across the tent.
"I agree with Walt, stop being paranoid for god sakes." The soft-spoken voice of Captain Jeremy Wileman, commanding officer of Alpha Company, can be heard agreeing with the Bravo Company's CO.
"This is why you are inexperienced, Captain Walt, Captain Wileman! You know nothing about war-"
"Gentlemen. Gentlemen!" The sharp, hoarse voice of the battalion commander interjected before the meeting deteriorated further.
"I understand you have concerns about this whole operation, and the fact that for the past 42 hours we were 35 klicks behind enemy lines. But I expect you, the finest of America's Marines, to continue the mission that General Kelly has entrusted us with."
He paused for a moment as the silence set in, with all eyes now on him. Lieutenant Tom Richman begrudgingly kept his mouth shut for the moment.
"Let me explain to you our situation, and the situation of our 1st Marine Division. "
"Lieutenant Richman, we are rolling with almost 1000 tanks, AmTracs, Humvees and other vehicles from 1st Marine Division, we are fucking safe moving through the MSR, if we got stuck in the muds that you seem to have an obsession with, we have lots of M88 Recovery Vehicles on standby, on battalion, regimental and divisional level. If there's these mud monsters that you're scared of, then we'll detect them with our thermals sights and shoot them to fuckin' pieces till they looked like cheese portrayed in 'Tom and Jerry', now please, shut up." Godfather explained, making himself clear, tired of his ramblings, shutting Lt. Richman up.
Now that he has shut up, Godfather continues.
"Now, is there any, valid concern about our next mission?" He asked, placing a special emphasis on the word "valid".
Among the officers and SNCO crowd in the tent, one of them raises his hand to indicate that he has a valid concern.
"What is it? Lt. Mistral?" Godfather asks him, wanting to know what his main concerns are.
"Sir, what are we going to do with these civilians crowding the roadblocks, fleeing Italica as refugees?" Lt. Mistral asked, pointing towards some civilians peeking at their meeting less than 70 meters away.
"Ah right, the 2nd Battalion of the JGSDF 1st Airborne will provide a relief-in-place for us as we step off, so we don't have to worry about the civilians, and I have to give your platoon some props, since you're the one that has been handling the civilians properly, you have been on-point for the whole time." Godfather immediately answered his question, pointing his fingers toward the logo on the map representing 1st Airborne Brigade, while also praising Hitman-2, his platoon in the process.
Hearing this, Lt Mistral breathed a sigh of relief knowing at least Godfather didn't fuck the refugee situation over, like how he fucked over their supply of NVGs batteries and other spare parts, smiling a bit now that Godfather praised his platoon.
"Is there any more questions you all might wanna ask? No?" Lt. Col. Garcia aka Godfather asked his SNCOs and Officers for any more questions, to which they responded by shaking their heads, indicating that they have no questions to ask.
"Good, we step off in an hour, you're all dismissed now." Godfather states, ending the meeting.
1st Recon's roadblock (0925)
24-years old Sergeant John Hunts, the leader of Hitman 3-3, a team under Lt Tom Richman aka Lt Superman, is standing on a small termite hill, ignoring the insect life below him, the sun shining from the west, the lights glinting off his LWH helmet, staring towards the refugees, his team is helping them move their luggage and personal belongings. Unlike Lt Richman, who's pretty much incompetent, he is the voice of reason in the Hitman-3, constantly fixing and disobeying some of his superior's absurd orders
His face is somber, the memory of his platoon commander ordering to fire on the civilians fleeing Italica still vivid within his mind. A person walks up next to him, patting him on the left shoulder. John immediately turns his head towards the person, revealed to be Sergeant Simon Williams, the commander of Hitman 2-1 and a close friend from another platoon. Simon turns his head towards him with a puzzled expression, wondering why he looked so grim. Unlike Hitman 2-1, which came under the competent leadership of Hitman-2 aka Lt Mistral, Sergeant Hunts isn't so fortunate, as his team is under Lt. Richman.
"Hey buddy, you alright? Why are you looking grim?" Simon asked, sounding worried about Hunts, who just kept staring ahead.
"I'm concerned about Lt. Superman… He literally ordered us to fire on civilians an hour ago, of course, I told my men and other team leaders to not follow his orders." Hunts replied immediately, his voice seems to sound somber. His eyes fixed on the civilians that could've been killed if it weren't for his intervention.
Hunts recalls the incident where the lead vehicle of Hitman-3 got stuck on a mud after their platoon commander ordered them to drive on the mud plains for shortcuts, at night with NVGs that were at 50%. Almost immediately after the vehicle got stuck, Lt. Richman begins panicking, shouting incoherent ramblings on the radio instead of helping them recover the vehicle. It was him that directed the effort to recover the vehicle, aided by a M88 Recovery Vehicle from Centurion-1; not his platoon commander who continued to ramble on the radio.
"Don't worry about it alright? I'm sure you'll get through this, just try to ignore Lt. Superman and just continue doing your job, okay?" Simon reassures him, patting Hunts on the shoulder, before giving him a reassuring smile, before turning back and leaving in a hurry. It seems like he has a meeting to catch.
Meanwhile, the Traveler is talking to Dow near his Humvee, asking him why he joined the Marines, noting it in his notebook.
"Dawg, you really wanna know why I enlisted?" Dow asked the Traveler, asking if he really wants to know for real.
"Yeah sure, why not." Traveler replied immediately, his back leaning against 2-1 Bravo's Humvee door, while his hands were ready to write his story with a pen in his notebook.
"It went something like this, so picture a 17 year old black teenager in a hood in Boston, minding his own business going on with his life right?" Dow explained his background to him, who already began writing.
"I was reckless back then, bruh, I'd go into some other hood, throw up gang signs on the motherfuckers there on the street, then run back to my hood. Bro, it was pretty fun at the start, that is until I lost some of my friends to gang shootouts." Dow continues, while taking a drink at the same time, grimly smiling.
"So there's this one time right? Where we are just chilling at the alley after school, just couple of month away from graduation, we were doing all kind of stuff, trying to enjoy life before graduation, smoking pots and shit, taunting at niggas from other hoods. Then, that day, those motherfuckers from other hood pulled a fucking drive-by while we eating ice cream behind a 99 cent store, shooting at us with their Mac-10, Uzi and shit right? My heart was pumping so hard due to adrenaline, we ran away pretty quickly, jumping over fences and shit, tryna not to get capped by them." Dow continues telling his story, with a somber smile, reminiscing about his life back in the hood on earth, holding back tears.
"Just as we thought we were safe, I heard a blood-curdling scream, that I still remembers to this day, it was one of my friend, he was shot 3 or 4 times, I don't wanna recall it, but I still remember him laying down on the sidewalk, blood everywhere, even coming out of his mouth, my other friend who's fine, immediately called 911, while I tried stopping the blood from coming out, trying so hard to save him." He is still continuing his tales from the hood, sounding somber, causing Traveler to raise an eyebrow, looking at him with concern.
"What happened to him?" The Traveler asked, worried his questions might be too sensitive.
"He died, dawg when the fucking ambulances pulls up, he was already having his last breath, I was bawling my eyes out bro in the alley, next to his body on the sidewalk." The story immediately turns the Traveler quiet, he has stopped writing, Dow continues,
"Meanwhile, the older niggas from my hood, is pissed bout the death of that guy, so 2 days later, they pulled up at the house of the guys who did the drive-by, broke into their home and shoot all of their family members dead with a Uzi, before taking the guy who shot the gun alive, dragged him to the back of local Starbucks, stabbed him 50 times with a screwdriver."
"They found his body the next morning when the baristas working there saw blood coming from behind the store, his body mutilated, his intestines inside out, so that night, I had a epiphany, 'I don't want to die like my friends or that nigga, I don't wanna live like that the rest of my life, I'm not that smart for college', so 1 day after the graduation, I went to the nearest recruitment office and sign the papers, next thing I knew I was on a bus heading to Parris Island, getting screamed on by Marine Drill Instructors, at least in the military, I'll die doing something useful." Dow finally wraps up his tales from the hood, sounding almost sad at the last line, he then smiles at the Traveler, still staring at him.
"So yeah bruh, look at me now, leading a team of recon marines in some fucking LOTR-type of world, where we already killed some civilians due to error fires, pretty funny, so yeah don't feel sorry asking my story, I'm fine with you writing it." Dow says, with a genuine smile. It seems he's happier here with his fellow brothers than back home.
The Traveler, who has now been encouraged by Dow to continue writing his tales, opens his notebook and finishes the story, before closing it again.
Just then, Simon appears, returning back from meeting with Sergeant Hunts in Hitman-3, turning towards Dow and saying,
"Enough with your story about unfortunate gang violence, I need my assistant team leader to be with me for the meeting with Lt." Simon tells him, waiting for him to gear up for the meeting.
Taking a look at the Traveler, he then looked back at Simon, responding with,
"Dawg, I was just talking about my childhood, not the story of a gang violence bruh." Dow sarcastically replied, grinning to his ears, which causes the Traveler to chuckle, while Simon just rolls his eyes, not wanting to waste any time. Technically, he is talking about his childhood.
"Dow, come on….. I admire your ability to change the mood from sad to happy, but come on man, the Battalion just went REDCON-1." Simon said, his voice indicating that he's annoyed.
"Fine, fine, just hold the fuck on, alright? I'm tryna have my last cigarette before the meeting." Dow responded, finally giving in, taking a last puff from a cigarette before throwing it away, following behind Simon.
"All team leaders, this is Hitman-2 Actual, request for team leaders to rally at my Victor, out" The calm voice of Lt Mistral can be heard on the radio, calling his leaders for a meeting before stepping off to advance towards Italica.
Other Marines meanwhile, are preparing to step off, rolling over their camo nets so it will fit on the Humvees and checking their turrets and engines to make sure they're in a good condition. Evan, Doc Clancy and Traveler are rolling over their camo nets, making sure it will fit on the Humvee, while Kirito is lubing the Humvee's Mark-19 with MRE Peanut Butter as a substitute lubricant, since it's oily. The LSA lubricants, which are the ones that are supposed to be used on heavy machine guns like M2 and Mark-19, are in short supply thanks to fuck-ups by Godfather himself and the Battalion H&S, so the Marines have to improvise.
Soon enough, all of the team leaders in the platoon arrive at Lt Mistral's command Humvee.
Lt Mistral darted left and right near the hood of his Humvee, trying to make sure all of his team leaders are here, now that he knows that all of them are here, he begins the meeting.
"Alright gents, I just came back from meeting with Godfather at the Battalion HQ, we will be stepping off towards Italica." He said, while gesturing towards Gunny Mays to give him the map of the AO. Seeing this, Gunny Mays immediately hands him the map.
"We will be advancing on the MSR Tijuana, where we will link up with the rest of the 1st Marine Division on the highway. We are gonna do lots of ass-riding today, so we are, for all intent and purposes, safe from enemy ambushes." Lt Mistral said, as he moves his finger across a highway with the 1st Marine Division, before stopping outside the logo of a city named "Italica" on the map. The team leaders nodded, indicating that they understand their mission.
"Sir, has any thought been given to these refugees that are sitting there, crowding the roadblocks?" Sutherby, the team leader of Hitman 2-2 asks, his head turning towards the children that's playing nearby, his team trying to shoo them away, so they won't accidentally get killed being run over by the Humvees or Abrams when they move out.
"Actually that did come up during the meeting, Godfather informed us that a battalion from Japanese 1st Airborne would provide a relief-in-place as we step off, they're heading towards our position as we speak to relieve us, so we can move out." Lt Mistral replied to Sutherby's question, his hands pointing at JGSDF 1st Airborne Brigade, just south of their position.
"At least they don't fucked up this time, like how Japanese 7th Recon shot those kids up back when we first kicked off the invasion." Simon grimly states, still remembering the incident where Japanese 7th Recon Company shot 2 shepherds after mistaking them for shepherds due to not having adequate night visions.
"Alright, now get back to your team, we're Oscar Mike, we are moving out now." Lt Mistral says, grabbing his M4A1 slumped on the Humvee's hood, before entering his Humvee.
"You heard the Lt, we're Oscar Mike." Gunny Mays said, entering the driver seat of the Humvee.
"Roger that." Dow replied immediately, fixing the chinstrap of his LWH helmet, before moving out, followed by Sutherby and Sergeant Michael Schmidt, leader of Hitman 2-2 and 2-3 respectively
Simon, hearing that they're moving out, immediately clutched his M4A1, heading back towards his Humvee, which is off the road, on a grassy field, directly behind the straight line formation of M1A1 Abrams of Centurion-1, in front of Hitman-2. Some small refugee children playing next to the convoy waved at him, prompting him to wave back as he opens the door and enters the Humvee.
Everyone in the Humvee is in full combat gear, ready to move, Evan is on the driver seat, gripping the steering wheel, as he hums "Mask Off" by Future, while Doc Clancy is sitting on a passenger seat behind the driver's, holding his M4A1, pointing it outside his seat's window, his M203 under the barrel, empty but ready to be loaded at any moment.
"How did the meeting go? And did Lt. Superman do something retarded?" Evan asks, leaning against the seat, as his head turns towards his Team Leader.
"The meeting with the Lieutenant went quite well, but Lt told me that Lt. Superman tried persuading Godfather to not go to Italica, apparently he's worried about the muds next to the highway." Simon replied to the question that his driver asked, scoffing at the retardation of Lt. Superman.
"Jesus, he was that fucking paranoid?" Clancy joins in, peeking his head over the driver's seat, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Yup, the commander of Hitman-3 ladies and gentlemen, a fucking autistic retard." Evan states, as he gulped down a can of Rip-Its.
"Any good news?" Doc Clancy asks, his head fixed toward Simon.
"We'll be doing a lot of ass riding today, we are gonna move together with the rest of the 1st Division." Simon replied, sounding almost ecstatic, his face smiling.
"Fuck yeah! That's awesome." Evan immediately snaps his head towards Simon, smiling all the way to the ears, happy that they're being escorted by more than 4 tanks of Centurion-1.
"What's ass-riding?" A voice comes from behind Simon. It's Traveler, his face puzzled.
"Well, ass in the Marines means armored unit, ass-riding basically means riding with armor units, sure, there's 4 tanks of Centurion-1 in front of us, but when we finally linked up with the division, we are gonna ride along 1000 tanks, LAVs and AmTracs, and that's fucking awesome." Simon responded, happily grinning.
"Ass-riding? That sounds gay." Kirito remarked from his position above in the Mark-19, popping his head down.
"Dude, you just realized it? Marine Corps is just 4 years of being temporarily gay after boot camp before becoming straight again in EAS, your recruiting officer didn't tell you anything about frontal male nudity on daily basis?" Evan turns his head towards Kirito, looking at him.
"No, he didn't." Kirito immediately replied, going back up to his Mark-19.
"That sucks, I mean we are under the Department of Navy, shit we even got a Tartaglia-looking navy Hospital Corpsman riding in our Humvee! Possibly to monitor how gay we are." Evan states, winking at Doc Clancy, who in turn just smirks at him.
"Man, we Marine are so goddamn homoerotic, you ever realized about it and ask why?" Dow, who was walking towards his Humvee parked immediately behind Simon's Humvee, joined in the conversation, leaning on the window of the passenger seat next to the driver's.
"I know why, but you have to let me suck your cock before I can tell you why." Simon jokingly replied, smirking as he loads bullets one by one into a magazine of his M4A1 rifle.
Suddenly, the radio comes to life, cutting their casual homoerotic joking, it's their company commander, Captain Stephen Walt, speaking,
"All Hitman Victors, this is Hitman Actual, start your vehicles, we are moving out, over." Immediately after their Company CO said that, the gas turbine engine of M1A1 Abrams of the Centurion-1, roared to life, making a rumbling sound, followed by the rest of the battalion behind them.
"Evan, start the Humvee, we're Oscar Mike." Simon orders Evan to start the vehicle, as he is loading fresh bullets into a magazine, before loading it into his M4A1. Dow meanwhile, immediately returns to his team's Humvee.
"Roger that!" Evan responds cheerfully, immediately obeying Simon's order, Evan flips the "press to start" button to "On", starting the Humvee, he seems to have started singing "God Is A Girl" in a fast, nightcore fashion from his teenager days, the effect of his Rip-Its energy drinks starting to kick in.
Remembering me, discover and see
All over the world, she's known as a girl
To those who are free, their minds shall be key
Forgotten as the past, 'cause history will last
God is a girl, wherever you are
Do you believe it, can you receive it?
God is a girl, whatever you say
Do you believe it, can you receive it?
Kirito cocked the Mark-19, making a "click" sound, making sure it wouldn't jam during their advance towards Italica.
Soon enough, JGSDF 1st Airborne arrives behind them, relieving them to take care of the refugees, while the 1st Reconnaissance Battalion begins moving out, their eighty vehicle convoy begins moving in a single-file lane, moving onto the road from their original place off the road and moving towards Italica as 2 Vipers attack helicopter fly by their position, followed by a Hornet fighter jet, heading to Italica to bomb the city, artillery can be heard landing in Italica, black smokes rises from the distance. The Marines, seeing this, gets excited, pumping their fists up in the air, shouting "Get Some!".
Simon waves at a girl from afar, smiling at her, they leave the roadblock feeling ecstatic and pumped-up, as death and destruction awaits for them in Italica, the environment where the Marines loves to be at.
Note :
CG - Commanding General.
On point - at the front of a convoy.
Ass - As Simon explained, it means armored units, dunno why the Marines called them ass.
REDCON - Readiness Condition, basically unit version of DEFCON alert, REDCON 1 means you're ready to roll out, weapons cocked, and chemical gears ready.
40 mike-mike - 40mm grenade round.
SNCO - Staff Non-Commissioned Officer, basically rank above Staff Sergeant.
relief in place - A relief in place is a military operation whereby the relieving unit or formation replaces the force being relieved on a more or less one-for-one basis in situation and takes over its mission and assigned zone of operations. TL;DR, a unit replacing another unit that's moving out.
Special thanks to Yuu~desu/aegisacer and CapitalistPaintrPyro/lunaticthatreads for fixing some of my dialogues and for proofreading.