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to the tire and whispered to Rock. “Rock, cover me.”
    “Roger.” He covered her area along with his, keeping his NBGs sweeping the area and watching for both of them while she relieved herself.
    Vice couldn’t hold it. She knew this wasn’t a good time, but with the others all watching out, she popped a squat and took care of business. Being in the field with these guys for so many years, she didn’t give it a second thought. There was no m odesty, but only a common courtesy they all abided by. Just as she finished, the familiar pinging of bullets flying set them all into motion. She yanked up her pants with one hand and took aim with the other, maneuvering both like a pro. Enemy fire came from all di rections. Either they were out numbered, or their attackers were trying to make them think they were. To their benefit, the ones who weren’t concealed behind something were an easy take down. Vice dropped four in a matter of seconds, sweeping back and forth waiting for the varm i nts to show themselves and give her a target. As the fire eased off, the team formed only to break off into groups to sweep the area when the sound of vehicles sped toward them and surrounded their convoy. Bodies piled out , somehow fitting an almost humo rous number into the tiny crapped out beaters. Circus clowns held nothing on hodgies with weapons. And, chances were, at least one of them would be strapped with meet-72-virgin-dudes suicide vests.
    “Fan out and take them all out! Hulk! Smash!” Dom ordered.
    “Roger!” Hulk took off in a dead run with Rock covering him to the first Humvee and hopped in the turret. The rest of the platoon clustered as one unit, dropping the oncomers like flies. When Hulk opened up with the .50 cal, the odds began to even out. Pop was on point with Vice in the back, both exercising their skills with perfection. Little by little the team fought the horde of cockroaches off without injury. What they hadn’t expected was yet another ambush from all sides. The bastards had put thought into this. This wasn’t the first time the platoon had been surrounded and in a tight spot, and wouldn’t be the last. Immediately, Pop and Dom improvised, tossing orders at the others to change up their position. They were trying to drive them back to take cover at the convoy, then use an RPG to take them out effortlessly. That may have been their fall last time, but not this go round. Back to back they moved as one, breaking off into threes to cover each direction. With nightfall on their side, the team had an advantage now.
    Dom, Maverick, and Juju moved silently , taking them out before they knew of their location. Only two of the insurgents got a shot off that came anywhere close to them. Once they had combed the area, they headed back to help the others. “Coming your way, Pop,” Dom called over the radio.
    “Roger that , ” Pop whispered back. Before Dom and the other members could hear, their radios squealed in their ears. Vice came over, cussing in a slew of screams before it went silent.
    “Vice , what’s your twenty?” Dom asked in a panic. “I repeat, Vice , come in!” Still there was no answer. “Romeo. Whos e team is Vice on?”
    “She is with me and Hulk. We are about ten meters apart clearing southwards about three hundred yards from the convoy.”
    “All units, find her now!” Dom growled.
    “Roger! In route!” c ame the response from the others. The team formed a line, viciously hunting their comrade and shooting anything that moved. With the IR tab they all wore on their Kevlar and shoulder patch, there would be no mistaking her from the enemy. The patch would glow under the NBGs, thus giving them her location when they came across her. Seconds turned into minutes as they scouted the area, fanning in all directions. They continued to call for her over the radios but got nothing. Some of the insurgents had beg u n to flee, speeding off in unlit vehicles in all directions.
    Bud had his eyes