C181 The Small Team Leader

"Sit tight! Time to roll out!"

The driver called out, swiftly closing the door and starting the engine. Amidst a cloud of snow, the massive convoy began to move like a dragon stirring from its slumber.

Moorer cracked a smile. Not bad. Once the convoy started, it wouldn't stop until noon. The 48 soldiers would be like cornered rats, obedient in no time