"I don't know, that depends on if there are any pretty girls along the way." Yousef quipped at Gerad.  He hopped down next to Mea and dropped the spent cig onto the parking lot, his boot crushing it as he landed.  "And Harry, don't forget to take out the trash, walk the dog and feed the fish." He pulled another from the pack in his pocket, lighting it in the same manner. "Oh, and one more thing..." He inhaled deeply. "No bitches after eleven, your mother and I will only be gone for a week so be a good boy and don't disturb the neighbors."<br/><br/>He walked away and toward the little economy car that he knew would be theirs.  Gerad was a good soldier and an excellent sniper.  He knew how to keep his head down and his scope clear, although he was unafraid to take the close shots, and he felt his ear still certain that part of it was gone but finding it whole.  He trusted him at range, but up close... well, snipers almost always prefer to avoid that and Yousef thought that maybe a pistol would not be enough.  He stopped at the Fiat Punto and wondered how the Pope, one of the richest and most powerful men in the world, would only give them tiny little cars, albeit a 4 seater.  He touched his subvocalizer and spoke.<br/><br/>"Forward to XT. Forward to XT.  I am at the vehicle and it is clear of hostiles, though the Major is approaching from behind and could go Code Red at any second, repeat No hostiles but situation Orange... And tell Gerad the G18 autopistol is in my locker and could be a good second for him."