Grein looked over at Tyler and began to speak, "Oh we were just put together recently, Marcus was designated leader and he got assigned us for this job, not that that's a bad thing."<br/><br/>"Oh sure," Reynolds said from the driver's seat laughing, "cuz getting stuck with your mouthy ass isn't hell enough."<br/><br/>"Don't mind Reynolds, he's always grumpy."<br/><br/>"And you never shut up."<br/><br/>Marcus was slightly annoyed by his own squad, which distracted him from thoughts of his daughter, he looked over at Tyler with a face that portrayed no emotion, "Civilian Reserves were never the most experienced thing in the military, the only reason you think we were experienced was because you had no allies and no guns, you ended up losing both." Marcus lightly tapped Reynold's shoulder, "When are we getting home?"<br/><br/>"About five minutes Marcus."<br/><br/>Marcus sat back and held his gun tight, waiting for the sight of the fort to reassure him that they were safe.