Nate knocks on the side of the Humvee and tells them that minor detail Encino Man remembered to share. "2000 hours Zulu time we go in. Hitman Two is leading the Battalion. Your vehicle is on point for all of us." YES! Brad nods, without squealing, and Nate tells them that once they cross the river it will get hairy. Brad checks his Blue Force Tracker and sees Taskforce Tarawa, Amtracs, a CAT team, and straight-leg grunt platoon. I would be lying if I said I know what those words mean, although Amtracs look like something Mobius would make a cartoon about. Nate tells him they bunching up and need to double-check all targets to make sure they're not friendly. Ray asks what time 2000 Zulu actually is, locally speaking, and it's 11 PM. "It'll be dark. To our advantage." Brad notes that this would very well be true, if Casey Kasem weren't hoarding all the batteries and fucking up his entire job, resulting in night blindness. "We turn everything on when we move," Nate says to calm him down, but Brad's still peevish. "I'm assured that we will be crossing that bridge before dawn," Nate says. "I'm assured of this." Four words Nate really needs to learn he shouldn't say.
Well after dawn, of course, they're finally rolling. Walt stares around at all the wreckage, worried, and down in the Humvee Ray is gobbling Ripped Fuel capsules right out of the giant bottle. This is going to be awesome. "I thought they were gonna send us over the bridge in the darkness," Trombley says, and Ray shakes his head. "Nuh-uh. Not retarded enough." I kind of love Ray's outlook. Brad tells him to be careful with the speed and Ray becomes wonderful. "Fuck, man. I'm on 30 hours, no sleep. Beat the recordImadeinhighschoolwhenIwasonthedebateteam." He's amazing right now, like there's a light shining directly out of him made of amphetamines. Evan's like, "You were on the debate team?" Brad asks some kind of radio question because Ray is the Rain Man of the radio frequencies, and Ray manages to answer both questions in the same sentence, because he is high as shit. "Six, Four and TAD-Seven. YeahIwasreallyreallyfuckinggoodbutalltheotherguysontheteamthoughtIwashighallofthetime." Brad absent-mindedly tells Ray to shut up, and they get ready.
They roll into town and it's fucking awful. Bodies, gunfire on all sides, more bodies, all kinds of bad guys, missiles being shot from helicopters into buildings that explode. Ray notices pink stuff on the road, and it becomes real. "Shit! Fucking tranny fluid from the Amtrac." The invincible Amtrac. "Jesus, Brad..." Trombley stares at the destruction all around them and feels a little less invincible his own self. He looks his age for a second. Brad tells Ray to watch the road, and it calms him down a bit; without even turning around, Brad says softly, "It's nothing, Trombley."