Scott toed the brakes to slow down as Wendy climbed into the Hummvee, nodding as she got in. 
"Meter's running, miss," he said with thin smile. "Where to?" 
Taking off with a slight spray of dust and gravel on the loose-surfaced road. He slowed somewhat as they moved through the streets, heading toward the location of the others. He glanced over at Wendy, noting her tight grip on her rifle and eyes focused on the road ahead. If possible, he'd get her the shot she needed, but keeping speed up to keep track of the hostiles was as much a priority as anything. Losing them would be the end of the mission.