The Road to Masiaka

[Jay Carpenter]

Every single man in their vehicle had a job to do. They weren't sitting on their rumps going for a guided tour of the jungle. Jay kept his gaze piercing through the jungle as they proceeded and his ears tuned to the noises beyond the rumbling engine of the vehicle. Ambush was likely to wait around every corner, but he otherwise kept a relaxed posture. He wore too much gear to slump in his seat, but he wasn't tense paranoid soldier either. He was doing his job. Even if everything in his gut screamed that it was the wrong thing to do, his head told him to trust to orders.