South looked around in alarm as North called out that there were guards on the way. However at his plan she instantly moved towards the driver’s seat of the warthog, placing herself in it and taking hold of the steering wheel. Starting the vehicle up she took a few small breaths before reversing it out of the repair bay and turning down the street.

Quickly abandoning his post North made his way to the Pelican, however when he arrived and turned, expecting to see South driving up in the Warthog he saw she was going in the wrong direction. “South! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” There was no response. “South! Answer me! You’re supposed to be coming here to help me get this thing going!”

“I’ll tell you how to do it from here, it’s not hard.” She finally answered.

“What are you doing?! This isn’t part of the plan!” Once again South refused to answer him. “Madison!” Suddenly there was a strange silence and North realised South had turned off her radio completely. “Fuck!” North swore as instructions began appearing on his visor. He needed to stay focused and on plan. If they didn’t get this bird in the air no one was getting out of here.

Driving an army vehicle in a real life was a lot harder than it was on simulation. A lot bumpier and louder. Turning the wheel South felt the vehicle lean dangerously as she screeched around the corner and Cal came into sight. She could hear the hornet flying overhead and could only hope it was on her side or else that North would take care of it. He was going to be so mad at her later. Pushing the peddle to the floor South accelerated towards her teammate, who was taking heavy fire.

Stepping on the breaks at the last possible moment the car left dark skid marks on the road and she felt her body shift forward before slamming back into the seat as it came to a stop. “Need a lift?” The girl asked with a small gasp.