Galahad could barely keep up with all the chaos happening behind him- well, he [i]could[/i], but he didn't want to. The chaos and noise had been nonstop for the past several hours that Galahad could barely make a dent into his book, combine the noise and the potholes, Galahad couldn't even hear himself think half the time. Still, to be fair this [i]was[/i] exactly what he had signed up for- one last round of loud, bothersome, unsanctioned and irresponsible memories with these jokers. He had been with them for the better part of a decade now, and he'd miss them- even Bete who kept shoving her [i]fucking [/i]knee into his back every twenty-odd minutes. For many of them, this would probably be the last time they'd ever see each other until the end of the war- if they saw each other again at all. 

It was an entertaining thought, the idea of the war ending- and provided they won, neither of which sounded very plausible in the near future. Galahad wondered how many of them would actually return from the war. Sorin surely, she was a valuable asset and a long ranged fighter, it was unlikely she'd be put in as much risk as some of the others. Sabrina's family was old money, even if all the stories she had told the squad about them were true, they'd no doubt dump a ton of money into making sure she was alive. Bete was a bit of a wildcard- she was just as likely to get scrounge through and survive everything as she was to get too far into enemy lines and buried in an unmarked grave- provided she wasn't court martialed and arrested for insubordination. But Ray? Zak? Sam? The men were strong no doubt, but the war had been chewing up infantry like them and spitting them out for years now. Galahad himself was a bit of a target as well, son of a general and all- and not to mention that enemy mages were always a prime target. Asa was an infiltrator, and probably ran the highest risk of them all. The list went on.

The sound of breaking glass and more yelling brought Galahad back to earth. With a roll of his eyes and a sigh, Galahad snapped his book shut, and tossed it into his mist pocket, snapped the tablet out of the air and put it on the dash as he turned around to see what was going on. Sam had broken a bottle and gotten glass in his hands, Asa had jumped through the window in an attempt to get into the cabin, and Sorin was yelling at them all to stop the truck while Zak did the exact opposite and began speeding the truck up. All in all, business as usual for the Barghest Squad- its a wonder how they made it to the top of the standings. 

[color=khaki]"Ah' its not that bad- Sam'll make it to town fine."[/color] Galahad said with a casual wave as he watched the scene unfold before him. They could see the tiny town- if you could call it that- growing quickly in the middle-distance. If anything, Galahad was more worried about broken glass bouncing around in the cabin while they drove. Shutting his eyes lightly, Galahad reached out and grabbed at the mist in the air around them, finding the tiny and not-so-tiny pieces of glass, blood and whiskey in their midst. With a slow twisting and clenching fist- he began pulling all the flying material into the center of the cabin almost like a rubber band ball, but instead of rubber it was razor sharp glass. 

Once all the glass had been collected Galahad clenched his fist once more and the glass crushed into itself forming a smooth round ball the size of a ping pong ball. Inside the ball, the liquor and trace amounts of blood formed the image of a snarling Barghest. He tossed the ball into Sam's uninjured hand.

[color=khaki]"Here, something to remember the trip."[/color] Galahad said with a short, almost uncharacteristic laugh. Back at the Citadel, the instructors had demanded that anything they could do without magic, they were expected to do without it. Be it cleaning, writing, or other menial tasks, such that it was almost nice to be able to use magic frivolously like this. If their drill instructor had seen this, they'd probably have thrown half the squad on latrine duty just for breaking their cardinal rules. 

Another snap of his fingers, and Galahd reached back and thumped Sam on the temple, effectively putting magic painkillers into his system. They weren't actual painkillers, but they dulled his senses a bit, and that combined with the alcohol would probably cover the pain until they stopped so Sorin could actually do proper medical work. Satisfied, Galahad turned back around and contented himself with looking out the window until they arrived.

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By the loosest definition of the term, one could barely consider Sappl Springs a town anymore. It [i]once [/i]was a prospector’s town, but nobody tried to make it more than that, so when the Levistone ran dry its was only a matter of time till folks went looking for greener pastures. In their place abandoned machines, houses, and other refuse remained, a destitute collection splayed atop a small crest in the topography that jutted outward from the otherwise flat countryside like a sore. Along the old main street clung the last few stubborn remnants of life: a cramped looking Marshall's office, the rare and peculiar type of dive-bar that could only be found in the middle of nowhere and combination convenience store and gas station, connected to a rustic- and rusty- single storied motel called the Cloudgazer, if the sputtering neon sign mounted to the roof was to be believed. A small but persistent ecology thriving upon the slow yet ever constant trickle of vehicles down the High Road.

The military truck broke the solemn air as it crested the hill roaring with life: music still blaring, wheels scraping against gravel, inebriated voices unfit to communicate in hushed tones, and the grumble and groan of an engine running on fumes. Puttering to a stop underneath the LED lined canopy of the gas station, the engine gave a sputtered sigh of relief as Ray turned the key. It would appear that the WARDENs were the only traffic that had come through the town that day, though no one bothered stepping out of their respective buildings to welcome the travelers. 

[color=khaki]“More or less in once piece, impressive.”[/color] Galahad said aloud, as he hopped out the passenger side. [color=khaki]"Whose turn is it to pay for gas? I paid at the last stop."[/color] He asked as he stretched his long limbs and began making his way towards the front desk. He drew the short straw so he was paying for the first round of motel rooms. While these motel rooms weren't likely too expensive, him going first also meant he was likely going to be the one on rotation by the time they got to Costa Del Sol.