Yargai tapped his foot to beat of the radio as time ticked by, slower and slower. Him, as well of the rest of the troops of Platoon Greyhound, were beginning to feel just a wee bit angsty. They had been cramped into two unluxurious pizza delivery vans, waiting for some convoy which had not yet came. Hell, so far the only movement they had seen was some middle aged Songhese man walking to the outhouse, which sat perched in the distance like a rural throne. Yargai was used to being bored though, having grown up on a farmstead in Khyarga where he was hundreds of kilometres from the nearest centre at all times. The other members of his platoon, or at least, the ones in his van, were not coping so well. They napped, argued about elbow room, or discreetly tried to find a way out of the van. Lukacz, a Grozyar city boy from some upper-class suburb of Wavaxangrad, had been asleep for most of the wait, but now Yargai began to feel a real thorn in his side; coming from Lukacz's direction.
"Yargy! Did you sneak that six pack out of base like I asked?" Lukacz would "whisper", to which Yargai would respond with "We're on duty you cuck! Do you actually think I would bring beer? Besides, the convoy should be through here any minute.". The typical response would be Lukacz swearing under his breath. But as if Yargai cared. He had a mission to do.
All remained quiet outside, and it began to seem that the convoy would never come. Lukacz grew more annoying, Yargai became more irritated, and the other troops were dying on the inside, and that was just in one van. But then from outside came the sound of an explosion, and a big one at that. As the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis scrambled to get prepared for a fight, they subconsciously were extremely confused. They were supposedly the only people here with anti-Acronian intentions, and an outside interference very well could result in their operation becoming significantly more difficult. As the rest of the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis struggled to put their boots back on grab ammo cartridges from the floor, Lukacz opened the door, peering out curiously. The convoy was in site, collapsing into chaos after what appeared to have been the lead vehicle was obliterated. The TBN troops wouldn't have stuck around much longer, as they much would have preferred to rush over and get the operation over with before more chaos ensued. Their surprise ambush was already botched, so they had to move quickly. But they didn't. Standing directly in front of the pizza vans was a man, appearing to be of Vaznikan ethnicity. There's wasn't anything special about him; he gawked at the mess of a convoy just like the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis. The only problem was that he held a duffle bag, unzipped and full to the brim.
Lukacz, being the one who had opened the door and was this closest, hollered at the man.
"Civilian! Put the goddamn bag down!" he said.
The man turned around, and as a look of dread overcame his face, began a full out sprint to the motel. Acting only on instinct, Lukacz grabbed the weapon to his right and shot. It would've have been a great reaction, but unfortunately Lukacz was too careless to actually see what he was shooting with. Lukacz's flare flew through the air in a bright red streak of glory and stupidity, visible for everyone within a hundred miles to see. In another feat of extraordinary unluckiness, the flare landed directly inside the duffel bag, causing the ammo to crackle, explode, and fly in every which way. It was much more entertaining sight than last years New Years fireworks, many of the Zoboyizakoplayoklotis thought. The man holding duffle bag screamed, obviously in horrendous pain, but as he dropped the bag and half-limped, half-scrambled into the motel, he miraculously survived. Despite the utter comedy of the scene that had just unfolded, Lukacz, for a brief moment, was the most hated man in the TBN. Yargai tackled him from the van, bopping a few good ones on his face, likely breaking his nose. He probably would've gone further, but his comrades pulled him off. They could fight later. It was go time now, and they had to work together if they wanted to capture the Princess.
So off they went in the direction of the convoy, the faint sound of helicopters in the distance...
