[center][color=0072bc][h3]Evan Carn & Lilly Jatmoore[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=0072bc]"All aboooooard!"[/color] With that announcement and one final check to make sure everyone was here, Evan started up the APC and maneuvered it onto the road heading back to Fort Breda. Hunt's briefing was well, brief, and getting everyone packed up didn't take long, so not an hour after he had arrived, they were already on the road again. This time, heading home. [color=0072bc]"So how was the battle, kiddos? It'll be around dinner time when we get back to base. You have GOT to tell me some stories over a beer or two. Too bad we missed it, eh Bons?"[/color] He took a hand off the wheel to punch his navigator in the shoulder. [color=0072bc]"Maybe we'll see some proper action next time, not just the skirmishes we had."[/color]
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Evan's cavalier attitude towards the horrors of war did not sit well with Lilly. Referring to everyone as kiddos and to the war as if it were some big grand adventure - especially when they had nearly gotten obliterated by artillery - was not something that she was overly fond of. The noise in the back of the APC made conversations difficult, though, so she relieved that he didn't seem to expect an answer while they were on the road. 

[center]*** Several Hours Later ***[/center]
Back at Fort Breda, the sergeant in charge of the vehicle bay was ordering groups of soldiers around to organize and clean the area in preparation for an inspection tomorrow... and was clearly having a bit too much fun doing it. [b]"You disgust me, get that grime off that tank! You! Get those fuel tanks stored properly, you ignorant pissant!"[/b] Despite his words, he was laughing as he spoke, obviously just trying to have some fun with the working party through his overly dramatic commands. Certainly he was not the model of military formality expected of higher ranking soldiers. 

Just after the job was finished and he dismissed the soldiers, a new recruit came running up to him with transfer papers in hand. With most of the squads from the base deployed to combat operations, she had apparently been bounced from one end of the base to the other as Sergeants passed her around, trying to find a suitable squad to put her in. [b]"Alright Private, let me see those papers..."[/b] He quickly leafed through them, getting to the relevant information - her name, trade and prior experience. [b]"Veronica Callaway... That's a nice name... Hmm... Scout... previously deployed with squad 13... No prior vehicle training."[/b] The sergeant shrugged and handed her papers back to her. [b]"I got nothing for you, PFC Callaway. You need to either be an engineer or a mechanic for me to find any use for you at the vehicle bay. Why don't you try checking with... OH YOU SON OF A BITCH!"[/b] The sergeant took off running, and it was easy to see what interrupted him. An APC absolutely covered with grime had just rolled into the vehicle bay, dropping dirt and dust all over the clean floors. 

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When Evan parked the APC and dismounted with the rest of the squad, the first thing he was greeted with was an angry tirade from a very cross looking sergeant. [b]"YOU INCOMPETANT FUCKSTICKS! WE HAVE AN INSPECTION TOMORROW MORNING AND YOU DECIDE TO BRING [I]THAT[/I] MONSTROCITY INTO MY VEHICLE BAY?! WHAT SQUAD ARE YOU?!"[/b] Evan was somewhat taken aback by the yelling, though he managed to spit out 'squad 4' once the sergeant paused. He hadn't been aware of the upcoming inspection, due to being in transit for the majority of the last 48 hours. [b]"Squad four... Squad four. Pathfinding unit, right? More like Squad Fuck-knuckle. Alright, well you made this mess, so you're going to clean it up. Who's in charge here? PFC HUNT! GET YOUR GROUP TOGETHER AND START CLEANING THIS SHIT! I WANT THIS VEHICLE BAY SPOTLESS AND THAT APC LOOKING LIKE NEW! PFC CALLAWAY!"[/b] He swung his arm to point at the new arrival and beckon her over. [b]"You are hereby attached to Squad Fuck-Knuckles. Help them with cleaning up this mess and then... well, they'll tell you the rest, I guess."[/b] The sergeant shrugged, before walking back to his office built into the side of the bay. Half way across, he turned around to see the majority of the squad still trying to process what just occurred. [b]"WELL?! GET TO IT YOU DIRTY, FILTHY, FUCKING [i]PEASANTS![/i] UNCLEEEAAN!"[/b]
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