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into the chill of the African darkness. Jaden charged his M4, chambering a round, shaking his head at the white capped Kevin.
    “I know man. You don’t understand. I know we have to get out there to that fire to see who that is. It’s like I… I don’t know. I just gotta go,” Kevin’s voice trailed off into the chop of the slowing rotors. Kate had powered down half of the plane’s engines so they could save fuel, but still be ready to go in a hurry if need be.
    “If we get a humvee freed up, it’ll take us a half hour to get it strapped back down for takeoff. That’s not an option for us Kevin. We need these vehicles, there’s no way we’ll make it on foot.” The two men looked around at their gear on the plane as Jaden spoke.
    The military cargo plane had touched down and was stopped at the end of the runway, right near a pair of large hangars. Jaden and Kevin examined the gaps in between the buildings, looking for local vehicles. Jaden’s younger eyes saw an old Toyota Hilux truck sitting parked against a wall about a hundred yards away.
    “Bingo. We’ll get that thing started, load it up, and drive into the fucking mess like a posse of retarded cowboys. I love my fucking life. Stealing cars, and killing zombies. YO! Let’s roll!” Jaden hollered into the bay of the massive plane and his three other men came running. He gave them a quick briefing, and they were off at a run towards the truck. Kevin smiled at his good fortune. It paid to have good and slightly crazy friends. That they were great shooters as well was icing on the cake.
    Coming down the ramp of the plane at a more convenient and age appropriate clip was Fitz, still favoring his side. Along with him were Quan and Kyle, and far in the back was Harold, who was collecting freshly loaded magazines to dispense to the men. Fitz spoke first, “What’s the plan?”
    “You sit on the ramp, and make sure nothing gets on this fucking plane while they reload it with fuel. Quan, Kyle and Hal get to form a half assed perimeter to make sure nothing gets close to you, and the PJs just went to steal a truck so I can go check out that woman at those three fires we flew over.”
    “You realize you’re fucking crazy, right?” Fitz asked him in a deadpan voice.
    “Not the first time I’ve heard that tonight,” Kevin said absently.
    “Did you stop and think that maybe we're right? Are you listening to these voices? You’re a fucking moron. There had to be five hundred of those bastards out there and you want to drive right through them to find some random woman in the middle of Africa? I’ve done crazy shit for pussy but no one is that horny Kev. That’s like, the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” Fitz winced and put a palm on his side.
    “Fitzy, there were at least 800 of them we flew over, and we are in the west of Africa, not the middle. If you’re gonna make me feel like an asshole at least have the common decency to do it right.” Kevin shook his head in frustration.
    “Fuck you Kevin, someone’s gonna die. I don’t like this.”
    Kevin looked his good friend in the eye with complete seriousness before he said, “Fitz, this is why we’re here. This isn’t a fucking coincidence. I can’t say exactly why just yet because you’ll really think I’ve gone off the deep end, but you gotta trust me on this. You know me. I wouldn't do this unless I thought we absolutely had to. I’ll tell you more after.”
    Fitz gauged his friend, and knew he was sincere. All Fitz could do was shrug, and nod. He’d listen to an order from Kevin any day of the week, and this was much more than just that. He knew Kevin would take a dumb order and do what he was told to do, but Kevin would NEVER do something dumb on his own. He certainly wouldn’t risk his life and the life of his men without damn good reason.
    Just then from the area between the two hangars the collected men heard the distinct pattern of M4 gunfire. The shots were paired tightly