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Ok lets get this show on the road
Having received and disseminated their brief, the seniors start prodding their junior operators into action. Finding the smallest and youngest girl to dump the SAW and all the extra ammo onto. Radios are keyed, weapons nervously oiled, and the trucks are guided onto the back of the C-130.
It's a long, bumpy, restless flight for everyone. With multiple inflight refuelings over the Pacific. The girls are bundled up in full kit. The more experienced ones manage to sleep while the rest nervously down energy drinks and spend the whole time wanting to piss themselves.
Finally the truck is rolled onto the tarmac in Africa. The air hits you like a wall of humidity and heat. Even at 2200 its still uncomfortably hot. Beads of sweat instantly start dripping down the back of your neck. You're forced to watch nervously as your transport haggles and bribes locals. You jerk to a start towards the one supposedly friendly village.
You keep an eye on your compass as you stop. Hoping that the driver actually payed the fuck attention. After hurling all the shit out the back, everyone silently pulls security as you watch the LMTV awkwardly do a 3 point turn and loudly thunder off. You're a terrain feature away from the friendly village, as promised. You're in the woods.
The schoolgirls shrug on their daypacks and self organize into order of movement. You're lucky you're not dealing with those freshman brats.
