Commanders tent. Patterson asks if they're going to be rolling through the planned towns with a lot of heavy accompaniment, and Godfather nods. "Yes, Captain. We got kudos directly from General Mattis, I might add..." Sixta's retard bobblehead goes flopping all over the place "...For punching through yesterday where RCT-1 failed to go. But now, it looks like we're back to being one unit among many. And unfortunately, when we're rolling with the Regimental Combat Team, we can get lost in the middle of all that ass. The only way we're gonna get back into the game and score like we did yesterday is to find another mission where we can break off. And Captain Patterson, you can depend on Godfather to look for any opportunity to get us back into the game." Not that Patterson fucking asked. Meanwhile, Encino Man makes that horrible moto face he makes, like, "Yay, George! I understood that part! Possibly!" Godfather repeats himself a bit, and then says some dry and pithy phrases.
Brad's in his Humvee when Nate comes running up with a "present": "LSA. Scammed some off the guys in RCT-1." Brad offers to kiss Nate, not in a gay way you understand, and Nate laughs and takes off. Brad hands the lube over to Walt, who's overjoyed to be back in the business of killing some motherfuckers. Endquote.
Ray starts the engine; the company rolls. Going through fields, there are guys jumping and hopping around at the roadside, yelling stuff. Brad's creeped out, and Ray's like, "Yeah, those guys waving at us are probably the same ones who tried to kill us yesterday." Bit later, they drive by a Humvee that looks like it was put in the microwave oven until it melted. Even Ray is impressed. "Hit with RPGs," Brad says, so we'll know later what that means. (RPG = awesome.) "Yeah, a buddy of mine in One Seven had to fucking clean up a Humvee that got hit like that. Said he found the driver's fingers in the engine compartment," says Ray. After a sec, Evan looks up. "How did they know they were the driver's fingers?" Because they were still gripping the steering wheel, fucknuts. Evan's like um, okay. First of all, whoa, and second of all, why so pissy today?