When the engine of the M-12 LRV "Warthog" started with and deep and powerful growl, it caused the Atalyka's hair to stand on end and a little rush of adrenalin that caused her heart to race. Nothing aroused her warrior spirit like the puring of a Warthog engine. Maybe there was more than a slight rush of memories of the last war, in which Atalyka had become intimately familiar with the M12, running down countless grunts and had more than a few daring raids from the back of an Angry Warthog.
Atalyka instinctively adjusted her uniform, turning to the Warthog. Looking back at Alex, a huge unsupressable smile spreading across her face, "I'm going out with Eliane. Do you have any rifles we can use? If so bring them on over and let's saddle up!"
The huge smile still on her face, Atalyka ran to Wathog and jumped in the passenger seat. A flood of intense memories hitting Atalyka as she sat in the seat, causing a shiver up her spine. She secured the binoculars from under the seat and turned to Elaine, "Oh I've missed this!"