South looked up, her eyes widening when she saw what Cal looking at. “Punching it!” She replied, before effectively stalling the vehicle. “Crap!” The man with the rocket launcher was getting in position as she started the warthog back up and attempted to move off. It wasn’t exactly ‘punching it’ and there were a few very bad gear changes before she managed to get them going and put a building in between them and the rocket launcher, which fired off anyway, blasting into the wall. Turning the corner the vehicle leaned dangerous as the tires skidded trying to find traction.

North groaned in annoyance, he had no clue what he was doing and even if South’s instructions had made any sense he was too mad and worried to think clearly. When Alaska interrupted him and took over he was relieved and happily stood back to let her do her thing, chuckling at Wash’s comment. “I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to sisters honestly.” He replied, the worry and anger coming through clear in his voice.

South brought up a map on her helmet display, giving her directions back to the pelican and the others. She was pretty sure Cal would never let her drive after this again and if there hadn't been the magnetic locks she probably would have thrown him off miles back. The pelican appeared in the distance, growing quickly as they accelerated towards it. South didn’t break as hard as she had last time, but she still left the breaking until a point where she had to press it hard to get them to stop without hitting the large ship.

Jumping out of the ship she stopped for a moment to check to see if Cal was still with her before hurrying into the ship. She didn’t dare look up at North. No doubt he was still mad at her. They’d agreed beforehand not to use their real names. So for him to shout it out over the com… she moved to sit down and stared at the floor, twiddling her thumbs.