"Why is it always women? Wait, no, I know. men charge up front and get themselves shot. Women plan." At least the smart ones did. Smart men...still charged in and got shot. he'd know. He swings back into the car and pulls into a nondescript part of the cave, tugging out the camo netting he'd hauled along with him. Enough fuel to get him back to the site for another round of supplies if needed.

or to get him the hell out of dodge if shit went south.

Who is he kidding, he knows his luck. It's not an if, it's a when.