This was an all-terrain vehicle so it wasn’t an issue, but it did throw you around a lot. The roar of the engines and the screaming of the bikes that surrounded us had my adrenaline jacked up. This was what I lived for. This was it. This was war. The lead vehicles squealed into the parking lot of the strip mall, fishtailing and shining their lights on figures rushing from the building. “Morning, boys!” I laughed a bit maniacally. There was no “stop or we’ll shoot,” or announcement of who we were. Zach opened fire on the armed men from his position on the roof. They dropped in the street, their guns useless. They hadn’t even fired. Three down. Our vehicle screamed to a stop and Murphey and I used the roof shield and pointed the M4s at the door. The soldiers and troopers on bikes jumped off them and took cover behind the doors of the bigger vehicles. Now it was time to let them know who was here. Who was going to kick their ass. The third vehicle rolled in carrying Poche and the civilians.
