Calvin Roberts was strapping on his on new vest, watching as his new employer walked towards the group. The vest was a bit ill-fitting, being slightly bigger than he was. As Calvin finished his adjustments, one of the other members of the convoy introduced himself as William Jones. Deciding to be cordial, he adjusted his keffiyeh before placing his arms behind his back.

"Calvin Roberts at your service." Calvin drawled, his native Georgian accent lacing his words, as he nodded to his fellow convoy members, "If ya'll want something shorter, call me Cal." Introduction done, he stepped back to check on his car. Kneeling down, he started to inspect the tire wire, making sure the sharp metal string wouldn't damage his vehicles wheels. The blades of the wire extended a little past the hubcap of the four wheels, and glinted in the few rays of sun that penetrated the batterd garage. The Oshkosh handled well, and being a MRAP, wouldn't flip easily making grinding into other vehicles wouldn't be a problem. Standing up, Calvin grinned slightly as he remembered that the war chariots of old also had spikes on their wheels, waiting to ruin the day of the poor fellow caught in the spinning blades