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showed emotion that Pop hadn’t seen before. Alaina and Bella both held the normal reactio n, but it was the amount of love that show ed from the others that touched his heart. They had to succeed. There were no other options. For the first time, it wasn’t just the country counting on them. It was their loved ones. “We’ll be back as soon as we can. Alaina, get those wedding invitations ready. I promise you it will be our sole mission to get you three married off the moment we step foot on home soil. Vince, you better have a cowboy attached at your hip or we are gonna go o ut and find you one ourselves.” Alaina hugged his neck first, whispering her thanks and giving him well wishes. The team all got their share of affection and had the weeping kids grinning before they finally loaded up into the trucks to head off to the airport. Everyone had f a ll en silent, gearing up for the war that awaited them . With their newest member seated in Hulk’s lap, they were ready to rock this shit.

Chapter Three
     
    Four days later, the team finally touched down in Bagram after being stuck first in Russia, then again in Ger many, only to find another hang— up they hadn’t anticipated. Their gear had been shipped to another location than where they were heading, setting them behind schedule before they even got started. Now loaded with Mac taking shotgun, they headed in the opposite direction to grab their gear and top secret equipment before it got intercepted by the people they were going after.
    Six hours later, they arrived at the small Air Force base south of Jalalabad close to the Pakistan border. They were trudging in hot territory and needed an in and out as fast as possible. Once they got through the gates, they were directed into a make shift hanger that looked like it had seen better days.
    Three air men walked up and greeted them, wasting no time loading their crates and bags. Their hosts were overly glad to have the company, having been stuck in the septic of the country for eight months now. The FARP was small, having only small shanties turned into makeshift quarters and bunkers. With everything accounted for and checked twice, they shook hands and were on their way.
    Once they started on their journey, ni ghtfall had already beg u n to creep over the sky. “Gear up, NBGs on. Expect the unexpected, ladies.” Everyone went into motion, readying extra ammo and doubling watch as their convoy crept through the rough terrain. Slow and steady they made their way through the docile land, stopping only to scout out the path and dispose of the IEDs that had so thoughtfully been placed along the yellow brick road of hell. The sky was the darkest of the month, having only an eerie sliver of a moon snagged in the highest corner of the sky.
    “Dude, hand me that Gatorade bottle. I’m about to piss my pants.” Juju, who sat in the back seat of the Humvee , asked. Vice tossed it back to him laughing. With Rock behind the wheel and Romeo in the turret, she kept her weapon, and her eyes, pointed out the window. They had been instructed to keep noise silent until they were farther north and out of hot country. Which meant they all got the full audio of his wiz.
    “Damn. You sound like a horse pissin’. Hurry up already. I need to go and don’t get the luxury of using a bottle.” Vice shifted in her seat in an attempt to relieve the pain in her stomach.
    “It’s because I’m hung like a…”
    “Juju , shut the fuck up! Have some manners , bro , ” Rock scolded.
    “Sorry.” Finally he heaved the bottle out the window. Immediately after, the convoy stopped, and they all went on high alert.
    “What’s the hold up?” Rock radioed to the others.
    “ Truck broke down. I want everyone on the ground giving cover. Get the .50 cals hot and ready , ” Maverick replied.
    “Roger that.” Rock, Vice, and Juju stepped out, keeping watch in all directions.
    Taking advantage of the small window of time she had, Vice backed up