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The roaring engines echoed through the woodlands, the grumbling six tires climbing the rolling plains. The roads were studded with uneven stones, making it an unpleasant trip for Colonel Lyubomyr. He and the fellow members of SG-1 and SG-3 were bobbing left and right like springing spines, complemented by a pulled, tired whir of the engines. Despite being trained and wired for the violent practicalities of war, his body was disagreeing with the practicality of physics. But the colonel was still able to press his stomach's opinion for the time being.
"You might wanna pull over before the truck gives in, you hear those engines?" Lyubomyr certainly couldn't hold his stomach for very long.
"Italica is now only a few minutes away, sir," the marine driver answered. He glanced at the colonel's pale face with a humorous grin. "Just pull down the windows and throw up, no need to pull over."
Lyubomyr looked back with an uneasy, yet deadpan face, saying: "Your care for a senior officer is admirable."
"Thank you sir," the marine replied with a larger grin on his face, accepting the sarcasm with sarcasm. "And looks like we're here."
As the truck rolled over the peak of a hill, the medieval walls of Italica rose over the horizon. The road slithered through the green pastures to the city.
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