The JLTV Oshkosh's powerful engine hummed steadily as it made its way through the empty streets towards the command center. The journey, while smooth on the well-maintained roads, was a bit of a challenge for Lisa. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to find a position that offered some relief from the vehicle's rugged interior. Military trucks, designed for durability and function rather than comfort, were not the ideal place for someone still tipsy and struggling with the effects of a night's celebration.
Richard, driving with a practiced ease, glanced occasionally at Lisa through the rearview mirror. He could see her discomfort and did his best to navigate the Oshkosh smoothly, avoiding any sudden movements that might jostle her further.
Upon arriving at the command center, the vehicle came to a gentle stop. Floodlights illuminated the area, casting long shadows across the concrete.
