Francis: We...theres nothing we can do now!
Boyd: WOMAN! “I WILL NEVER leave a FALLEN COMRADE”
Smitty: I will always place the mission first.
*Smitty jumps up and straps the flamethrower tank to his back*
I will never accept defeat.
*Smitty picks up the flamethrower itself and hops off the truck*
Francis: Where is he-?!
*Boyd silences her with a look of solidarity*
Smitty: BUT MOST OF ALL...I WILL NEVER QUIT!!!
*Smitty pulls the trigger lever of the flamethrower's gun housing and commences to spray fire at everyone of the the “dumbies”*
Boyd: In World War 1,Chemical soldiers got the name “Dragons of the Battlefield” because of our use of chlorine bombs and flamethrowers. We were so good at it too...
[Francis looks on, frightened by the burning decaying flesh falling off the skins of the infected hosts....]
Smitty: You can mess with BOYD! YOU CAN MESS WITH ME! BUT WHEN IT COMES TO MY SOLDIERS- GOD DAMMIT, YOU'VE JUST CROSSED THE RUBICON!!!
[The rest of the dumbies that Smitty doesn't burn turn and try to walk away...]
Francis: Do you-? Do you see that?
Boyd: What, how my battle is givin' it to em?
[Once a path is clear to the HMWVV, Boyd hops out the truck and runs, careful to avoid the mounds of charred flesh and smoldering corpses, and bangs on the door of the HMWVV...]
Boyd: I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE VONOTAR! SOUND...OFF!
*There is no answer*
Boyd: GOD DAMN IT PRIVATE...FIRST...CLASS VONOTAR SOUND OFF!
[After a few minutes, the gunner's hatch of the HMWVV opens with a drowsy looking Vonotar holding the handle...]
Vonotar: *yawn* You rang...sir?
Boyd: Damn it son! We thought you were front paged!
Vonotar: Negative sir....I *yawn* took the time to get some much needed sleep. After nearly violating all my profiles, my body most certainly needed almost 3 days of rest! WHICH reminds me...WHERE were you guys?
Smitty: We tried to get back to you, but we got a little side tracked...but you must be starving! We've got food!
Vonotar: Oh? I'm not hungry sir. I actually had a feast of zombie flesh...
Vonotar: No, not really.
Boyd: Well then...how did ya-?
Vonotar: I ALWAYS pack 3 MRES in every HMWVV I ride in. I get ridiculed for it, but ya never truly know when you'll need it...SO I lived off MREs and I rationed my water in my camel back. I actually just ran out about an hour ago...right before my power nap!
Smitty: Heh Vonotard! You just might be a good soldier yet!
Vonotar: I actually don't know if thats a good thing...
*Francis cuts off the truck and limps over to Vonotar*
Vonotar: Who is the lady friend?
Smitty: Dr. Franny-something. SHES TAKEN!
Francis: THATS FRANCIS! FRAN-CIS! FOR THE LAST TIME!
Vonotar: Quiet! You might attract more...hey wait a minute! I KNOW YOU!
Francis: You do?
Vonotar: Francis...Francis...Man...date? We went to college together!
Vonotar: Virginia State!
Francis: Oh yeah?
Vonotar: Computer Engineering class with Dr. Alva Saldivar! You sat like 3 desks in front of me...
Francis: Say...Your name wouldn't be...Victor Hamilton Vonotar would it?
Vonotar: Why yes, it is!
Francis: OH MY GOD! You wrote the paper on how supercomputers effectively make us regress as humans. I LOVED IT!
Vonotar: Well, I don't mean to brag...but, I am AWESOME.
Smitty: Oh great! The sexiest woman in this whole DAMN thing and shes a bookworm, and presumably in love with King Profile.
Boyd: Strange situation you find yourself in, huh? C'mon battle, lets get back in the truck and get back to post. I'll buy ya a milkshake.
Smitty: I was finally gonna get lucky...
Francis: I wouldn't sleep with you if you were the microfiber on my therapeutic pillow!
Vonotar: Oh, shes got snark! AND GUNS!
*Francis looks at her back*
Oh yeah! Your...leaders I presume, made me the packmule. I guess if I'm going to survive, I need to do something useful.
Vonotar: Its ok... Mr. Hellfire” is here now!
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