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<span style="font-family:Arapey">July 30th | Noon | Fresno Suburbs - North Central</span>​</div><br/>Boomer had just died. The three remaining soldiers were safe in the vehicle, driving down one of Fresno Suburbs' main roads, in silence. Darlene's hands gripped the wheel tightly, her jaw set firm, as she weaved the humvee between the cars scattered along the roadway. Her foot pressed on the gas, and the needle slowly climbed higher and higher.<br/><br/>"Darlene, you should watch your speed," Floyd broke the silence from the passenger seat. There was no response from her as their speed steadily rose. Floyd turned to look at her, "Darlene, slow down!" he repeated forcefully. The woman pulled her foot off of the gas.<br/><br/>"Jesus," Harold muttered under his breath, shaking his head.<br/><br/>"What?" Darlene spoke up, looking in the review mirror at the man behind her, "You have something to say? Say it!"<br/><br/>"I am just surprised that you are still having trouble listening to others and following orders, after what<i><b>just</b></i>happened," Harold confronted her.<br/><br/>"Yeah Harold? Is that what you think?" Darlene raised her voice, looking back at him in the review mirror, "Like you've never made a mistake in your life? Because I bet-" Her words were cut short when the car jolted. Darlene, not paying full attention to the road in front of her, clipped one of the cars blocking the roadway. The humvee lurched, redirecting it off at an angle, and Darlene wasn't able to fully stop. She slammed on the brakes and turned the wheel, but the heavy metal vehicle slid straight into an separate, overturned car on the opposite side of the road. The soldiers' arms went out to hold onto the sides of the vehicle during impact. The humvee ended up hitting the sedan, causing the smaller vehicle's glass to break, and fully tipping it over onto it's roof. The military vehicle however, was built strong and its passengers were barely affected, besides getting jostled around.<br/><br/>"Darlene, maybe I should dri-"<br/><br/>"Go for it! I was about to suggest the same damn thing, because<b>I don't fucking want to!</b>" She flipped the engine switch and threw open the drivers side door. Floyd didn't say anything, not wanting to provoke her further, but Harold wasn't about to let Darlene off that easily. He too, threw open his door, and stepped out of the vehicle.<br/><br/>"What in the<b>fuck</b>is wrong with you?!" He yelled.<br/><br/>"Screw off," she responded bitterly.<br/><br/>"I<b>will not</b>. You are a loose cannon who is causing issue after issue! Shape the fuck up!"<br/><br/>"That's it? So I'm just nothing but a problem?"<br/><br/>"If you keep acting like an idiot and you don't start following orders, yes. That is<b>all </b>you will be!"<br/><br/>"Orders? And I don't suppose you think you can boss me around? Guess what old man,<i>I </i>outrank you. I don't care if you used to be a fucking Sargent, you can't make me do<b>shit</b>because you aren't even active duty." Darlene stepped closer to him, "Yeah, a fucking private outranks you, jackass. How does that feel?"<br/><br/>"You think rank is all that matters? You think<i>rank</i>is a deciding factor in war?! You can't possibly understand because you haven't<b>been there yet</b>. The only thing that really decides anything is<b>respect</b>, and you<b>earn</b>that by being<b>smart</b>and<b>protecting</b>your squad! Both of which you are<i><b>clearly failing at</b></i>."<br/><br/>Floyd had stepped out of the vehicle himself, and walked around the humvee. He didn't say anything yet, instead watching the pair with crossed arms, standing behind Darlene.<br/><br/>"You think I don't realize what just happened? As if I'm fucking blind and didn't see?!"<br/><br/>"Then<b>START ACTING LIKE IT!</b>" Harold yelled, getting in her face, "Drop that shit attitude before it gets someone else<b>killed</b>! Boomer would still-"<br/><br/>"<b>You didn't even know him! </b>You-"<br/><br/>"<b>Enough!</b>" Floyd commanded, finally intervening. Harold turned to look at him over Darlene's shoulder, but she didn't move. The female soldier continued to stare Harold down, with fiery eyes that were beginning to mist up. "Consider this conversation over," Their commanding officer stated, "I take it both of you have vented enough to drop this issue now. So drop it. There is nothing we can do about this currently, so get in before we draw more attention to ourselves.<i>Now.</i>" Harold gave one last look at Darlene before returning through the open door he exited from. Darlene, after watching him get in, turned around and brushed past Floyd, hitting his shoulder. The man quickly turned and grabbed Darlene's uniform near the collar. "Look I don't care how you deal with grief, but we do not have<i>any</i>more room for errors or fuck ups," he said sternly, "So get your shit together, and act like a soldier. What we are in is<b>real</b>, and I need everyone's head on straight until we can sort through this damn mess." He released Darlene, and she stepped back, eyes still burning.<br/><br/>Darlene nodded, "And how do you know this will get sorted?" she challenged, swallowing once. Her words were defiant but her body language hinted at a sense of fear. Floyd didn't respond, and so she turned away and climbed into the passenger seat. Floyd's jaw was set, and he hopped into the vehicle too.<br/><br/>Her question wasn't answered, because the answer was already clear. None of them knew if they were going to be able to sort this out, but what other option did they have?