The bus rolled up to the makeshift blockade at outpost Bravo and stopped... no one seemed to be around and Dr. Jones was becoming just a bit spooked. As the bus's door hissed open he stepped out feel distinctly ill at ease.
"Hello." He called looking around slowly, on the ground he noticed discarded weapons. And ragged bits of black uniform spead about. "Captain Raymond?" He called, stooping to pick up a discarded M1A1. Grasping the charging handle he pulled it back slightly to check the chamber. It was fully loaded and unlocked, but had not been fired. As his hand grasp the handgrip he noticed a slick slimy substance on it. Lifting his hand up he looked at the glittering stain on his palm. It looked like...bend his head down he sniffed at it. Then recoiled in disgust...it was seman! Wiping his palm off in his pant's leg be quickly climbed back into the bus.
"Pushed the out of the way and lets go!" He told the driver pointing at the two empty hummers parked across the road.
"But sir!" The driver started.
"Just do it!" The frightened Dr Jones growled looking out the windows worriedly. His palm itching and burning.......