The first crack of rifle fire came just after dawn.
It wasn't loud enough to wake the camp—the JLTV engines had already seen to that. But to the recruits now seated inside the vehicles, it was the beginning of their next lesson. The day of mounted drills had arrived.
Inigo stood beside one of the JLTVs, motioning for the others to gather.
"You've learned to drive," he said, his voice cutting clearly through the crisp morning air. "Some better than others. But driving isn't enough."
He patted the reinforced side of the vehicle. "These are not just for movement. They're firing platforms. They move. You shoot. At the same time."
Several of the recruits exchanged uneasy glances.
Sark, rubbing his shoulder from yesterday's bumpy ride, grinned. "So we shoot while flying over bumps? Sounds fun."
Inigo didn't smile. "Sounds like how people lose fingers if they don't listen."
