KENNY

Kenny drove along following the vehicle in front of her as the road dust billowed up from the wheels of the convoy giving a natural smoke screen to themselves and anything to the right. Having four brothers she was used to the way guys acted just trying to have fun so Jax's singing was simply another background noise in her life.

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MAGIE 

Maggie bobbed up and down like a cork alternating between 1,000 feet to Nap of the earth flying Weeds as if she were performing stunts at an air show back stateside. Her course was out three to four miles with erratic backtracking for two or three to see if any gomers had poked their heads up like wack-a-moles for Weeds to chew on.

She heard over the radio Jackson singing an shook her head as she smiled over at Miguel. 
[B]Base this is Tumbleweed, base this is Tumbleweed.
Nothing to report 10k out.
Repeat, Base this is Tumbleweed No hostiles seen 10k out[/B]

She flips her mic to cabin only an says to Miguel
[B]I think those ground pounders are in need of some R an R in Germany
Hell I'd give anything for the privilege of a Hot bath, a good bottle of beer an some snitzengruben. [/B] she chuckles

Even as she trades banter with her copilot Maggie's eyes still sweep the dull hills around them for trouble as her hands and feet continue to dance with Weeds controls