Calvin acknowledged the pilot with a thumbs up, sliding himslf into the Oshkosh's door. Switching his radio to match Mercer's frequency, Calvin fiddled with the knobs on the Oshkosh's dashboard, he began thinking about his life before everything had gone to hell. He had joined the Army out of High School, to help pay for college, and give himself a bit of legitimacy away from his family. Eight years later, during a stay at Fort Benning, he and his division had been called in to quell some riots in D.C. Grimacing at the memories, he shook those thoughts out of his head and refocused on the task at hand. He turned the radio and sent a message to the members of the little convoy.

[color=aba000]"Roger Mantis, this is Oshkosh, taking point with Wingjack and The Banshee. Out"[/color], Calvin spoke in his Georgian drawl, the procedure words stirring up a sense of longing in the deserter as he pulled out of the garage. It had been years since he had last used them, and he was slightly rusty. Driving out the garage, he checked his gas meter, and quickly calculated how many mile he would be able to drive he would have to refill. He had modified the M-RAP, giving it a larger container for gas, diesel to be specific, allowing him to go longer before refueling.

[color=aba000]"Mantis, this is Oshkosh, I have enough gas to last six hours and 20 minutes, and I got enough diesel to refuel four times. Out"[/color]