it's a cloudy day,has been since Nino showed up,a Sri Lankan trooper tag just behind of his Indonesian and femboy counterparts.
thet're in a jeep assigned to militias,fast and hardworking rides loudly in the national highway.
Occassional puffs and booms are heard ,like an ambience of the highway,in the slience of enging humming tires whirring ,the Indo speaks :
"it's quiet here for a warzone" he said in an unsually energetic voices ,grabbing the rifle like a plushie.
"told ya to lay easy on the vietnamese coffee,it's tuff" said the femboy looking at his phone,a widely discouraged action learnt in some militaries the hard way,not that he doesn't like it.
"I don't mind" said the lankan,an older veteran who once had to leave through these roads.
"wanna hear some tunes?" said the femboy ,jostling the aux cable towards the in built music system,for morale purposes.
"Don't ,don't wan't Mr Indomie to explode" said the lankan ,jabbing at his repetitive diet for the last week
"COME ON,REMINDS me of home MANNN" the voice said,showing signs of seeing things not meant for human eyes.
"You,boy be with him" gesturing to the femboy to be with Mr Indomie.
the Lankan moves forward at the front seat,while his Pakistani counterpart,after being pointed directions moves to the parliament.
Hours pass and they reach the parliament,they're greeted with silence a mild fog endures.
Stopping the vehicle,the squad drop off in the area ,combat positions ,they prefire every corner and occasionally throw grenades,which they definitely didn't take inspiration from a certain shooter.
they enter the main hall,it's empty aside from the occasional equipment,they begin search and dumpster diving they find a tape they.
the tape when placed in a recorder plays heavily corrupted sounds and unusually pitched tones as it plays
However five minutes in the tape catches on fire,burning the player.
The Femboy was frighted,the Indomie calm after the coffee's withdrawal and the Sri lankan reports to his higher command of the situation.
while doing so,they hear a thud,they rush with their equipment and find the post holding the Indian flag had been cut down,
They find the driver who was once calm almost crazily standing and stomping over the flag shouting words the team couldn't really understand from the distance.
"You kay bro?" yells the Lankan as he runs from a distance,the driver almost exhausted and exasperating says a tired "Yes"
The team looks at each other while the veeran squad leader softly plants his own flag,close to where the Indian one was.
with this,they conclude their tour,unware they're being watched,a loud their heartbeat is heard from their position.
"Peace alone is priceless" <-def not a TFR reference