Toreth paused in his efforts of pulling out his map, once again considering the civilian again. It was a more real sort of consideration this time, accompanied with a genuinely thoughtful look as he watched the man rather calmly rattle off coordinates and information. Interesting that the scientist wasn't just a shaking mess in the corner, as Toreth might have expected a civilian to be. The apparent composure made him grin slightly, amusement replacing his earlier irritation as he resumed unfolding his map, eyes flicking over the grids to the coordinates and locations the man had read aloud. He examined the aforementioned detour in particular, following the line of the road. Rather massive fucking detour, but it was still a way through. He bit his lip slightly, worrying at it as he traced a finger along the lines of the map, his rifle once again hanging loosely by his side.
"Warrick, right?" He had known the scientist's name all along, of course, having been given at least that much detail for this little escort mission. Hadn't bothered to actually use it until now, though. "Assuming the natives don't have a vehicle like B-C said, and assuming their communications are just as shitty as we think, the detour seems like the best choice. If the road still exists."
The maps were always constantly being re-drawn and updated as the invasion continued, what with entire villages and roads and bridges being wiped out in the chaos of battle. Toreth tapped the road thoughtfully as he scanned the map for other routes. The other routes were either further into unsecured, unknown territory or they required going off-road, which meant a hundred more potential obstacles. They didn't have time for that, especially not in the dark.
"33.996, 68.076, that's the outpost. I repeat, 39.996, 68.076. There should be a right turn a few hundred meters ahead that'll get us on the way. We'll take that."
"Copy that, sir." B-C, being ever-reliable.
"And Gill? Excellent fucking driving. Barely felt a thing back here. Really. Think you only battered our package just a little." Toreth grinned as he said it, and nodded over to Warrick, directing his speech off the comms again. "Are you alright?"
There was barely a pause after Toreth's question before his driver was answering him smartly. "I know you like your little liaisons rough, Corporal."
"Don't be cheeky and just drive, thanks, you bald fuck. Couldn't even pull your fucking hair while I fucked you even if I wanted to. Don't get jealous just because you've got a mug only your inbred mother could love. Fucking Welsh piece of shit."
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"Warrick, right?" He had known the scientist's name all along, of course, having been given at least that much detail for this little escort mission. Hadn't bothered to actually use it until now, though. "Assuming the natives don't have a vehicle like B-C said, and assuming their communications are just as shitty as we think, the detour seems like the best choice. If the road still exists."
The maps were always constantly being re-drawn and updated as the invasion continued, what with entire villages and roads and bridges being wiped out in the chaos of battle. Toreth tapped the road thoughtfully as he scanned the map for other routes. The other routes were either further into unsecured, unknown territory or they required going off-road, which meant a hundred more potential obstacles. They didn't have time for that, especially not in the dark.
"33.996, 68.076, that's the outpost. I repeat, 39.996, 68.076. There should be a right turn a few hundred meters ahead that'll get us on the way. We'll take that."
"Copy that, sir." B-C, being ever-reliable.
"And Gill? Excellent fucking driving. Barely felt a thing back here. Really. Think you only battered our package just a little." Toreth grinned as he said it, and nodded over to Warrick, directing his speech off the comms again. "Are you alright?"
There was barely a pause after Toreth's question before his driver was answering him smartly. "I know you like your little liaisons rough, Corporal."
"Don't be cheeky and just drive, thanks, you bald fuck. Couldn't even pull your fucking hair while I fucked you even if I wanted to. Don't get jealous just because you've got a mug only your inbred mother could love. Fucking Welsh piece of shit."