"Couple miles, kiddo," Newman said. He wiped his forehead with a shemagh and adjusting his boonie hat. "Hell, Cord, I used to walk farther 'n this 'ta 'git me mail back 'ome." "Yeah, yeah." Cord wiped some sweat with a bandana. "I get it, Alby, you're Australian." "Naw, jus' tough." He smiled as they fast-walked up the trail. "Australian is jus' icin' on the cake." Amante walked point ahead of the team, followed by Lieutenant Wickham, Sergeant Diamond, West, Clarke, and Major Hale. Newman, Cord, Winger, and Gonzo followed them. Mac, Gibson, Jayne, and Lucas trailed behind them while Jefferson and Washington brought up the rear. It was a miserably hot hike for all of them. "Major," Diamond turned and stopped next to Hale. He held the small radio pack’s handset up to him. "It's the captain." "Thanks." Hale signaled the line to halt. "Captain?" he said into the handset. "Been a long time since I've been on one of these," Jayne said, squatting down and grabbing a water bottle out of his pack.
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