Well,
sir, the road wheel’s cracked. Kaminski drank our brakes. We’re low on
petrol. The battery’s low. We’re losing oil. If the engine heats up it’s
gonna seize. The terrain, obviously against us. We have no rations. The
Mujas behind us don’t seem to run on rations, petrol, or anything we
know of. And they have an RPG. Their aim is getting better. Sir.