Due to his 'esteemed' position on the Convoy, Jackmier drove the Ambulance. For the first few miles all was well and the outer D.C area rolled past without qualm or complaint...
[i]*Bang*[/i]
With a start Jackmier dozed from his subconscious drive. Within seconds the road ahead began to vanish from sight and was replaced with a thick grey cloud, or in this case smoke. "Ah fick mich!" Jackmier groaned as he slammed his fist into the dashboard, this wasn't the first time one of the Convoy's engines went down, but it was never his engine. "Nein, nein, noch nicht. Noch nicht du verdammter drecksau!" 

Jackmier pulled off from the Convoy just in time as the vehicle finally stalled and came to a halt. Looking out his rear-view mirror he could see the rest screech to a stop. Turning his view back towards the front, he watched Hunter step out from his Humvee and stomp his way down the column to the Ambulance. Without saying a word he watched Hunter pop the top and look down into the heart of the machine, his cursing was clear even through the metal and glass.

With a sigh Jackmier threw the door to the Ambulance open and hopped down from his seat and onto the road, giving an audible groan as he stretched and adjusted his sweat & bloodstained dress shirt and tie. The smell of burnt flesh wasn't a new smell, even before the apocalypse, however the state of the engine was a far more annoying occurrence for the German and the Convoy as a whole. Silently, he watched Georgia trudge off for the sake of 'looking around' and Samuel give his say. Finally, he spoke.

"Aye, I agree with the old cotter. Finding a stream or a landmark of some sort would be in our best interest. I can take a look at the engine and see what can be saved." He stated simply, flashing his slowly fading white teeth and giving a smirk as he leaned against the Ambulance.