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August 1X, 20XX, El Salvador, Central America

Engines roared, and the sounds of helicopters filled the air. Red Circle with Blue Fire Insignias, on each vehicle. An armored vehicle convoy patrols a main highway. A roadblock and checkpoint was set up to inspect vehicles on behalf of the Government. For the past 3 years a narco war has been raging and decimating the country. After a United States blockade of South America to stop imports of narcotics, Central America has been on fire. Cartels and gangs who have more access to imported high end weapons and vehicles struggle to stop the installment of narco states in the sub-continent. Costa Rica, Nicaragua, and El Salvador had all enlisted multiple PMC’s to the patrol, and make sure the line of security is held.

The convoy reaches the checkpoint of the main highway, parking in a special designated lot for PMC vehicles. Stepping out a black boot hits the ground. A very large woman steps out of the humvee, the suspension audibly creaks in relief from the loosened tension.
“Tank! Thank god you're here, I have 2 jeeps that need to be fixed before a new patrol…” Quickly swarmed, Fey looks around and walks over to the motor pool to access vehicles and their needs. The Tank of a woman, shoulders her Ar10 and begins to use her expertise to repair and fix… well she would have if hell had not broken out in the traffic jam caused by the roadblock. An explosion amidst the cars and a fireball 300 feet high caused a massive shockwave. Soon screaming and shouting, followed by continuous gunfire in the carnage. A narco assault had begun at the roadblock. The M2 gunners atop the humvee’s began to rattle bullets but soon held fire to make sure not to hit any fleeing civilians, as sicarios began to close in. Fey, shooken up from the concussive blast, got up soon after and planted her rifle on the hood of a nearby humvee, and began to pick targets off with her AR. The humidity and the heat from the sun caused sweat to sting her eyes, taking a moment to reload and wipe her brow, she took off her top. Her muscled glistening in the sun as she took up fire again, knocking out sicarios left and right, it had to be a force of at least 50 narco insurgents amid the chaos. Each member of the attack wore heavy body armor and was equipped with high class Russian and even some German weapons. Fey knew that they needed to push these bastards out of her, and make them think they had more men than they did. Rushing over to an overturned car, Fey began to push it as mobile cover, and multiple PMC’s ran over to use it as such. The fighting, while only lasting 5 minutes felt like ages, as the firefight had not died down since it began. Fey pushed the car forward, her legs bursting with as much power as she could. As her advance took the Sicarios by surprise, they began to fall back, and soon the checkpoint fell quiet. Fey sighed, and sat a moment, the heat of battle and the heat of the sun made her need a moment of respite.
“Could I please have a drink from your canteen ‘Leven?” She asked the Soldier next to her behind the car. “Sure thing Tank!” He handed her his canteen and she took a big gulp of water, “You saved a lot of our asses right here with your quick thinking!” He crouched next to her. “Nothing but my job” She said with a big smile and stood up to high five ‘Eleven’.

Cleaning up the mess from the attack was no short order of work to do. 13 civilians had died, and a whole load were injured. Mangled cars littered the highway, and a 6 foot wide crater was left on the asphalt. It would have been at least two days to get a dozer to clear most of the wreckage, but luckily Fey was her own heavy equipment. She tied her jacket around her waist, and was just left in her tank top. She began to push the non smoldering cars while the men took care of putting out the ones on fire, and recovering bodies, and civilian casualties. (While they were not ogling Fey’s muscled back while she pushed cars) She knew they stared, but she didn't mind sometimes. He back flexed as she picked up a smaller model of car, and you could almost see her legs burst through her cargo pants. Taking a break for a moment to drink, her abs, so pumped, and flexing with each breath, were coated in sweat, just begging for a cold breeze to cool her body. You could see by the end of the road clearing that her arms and legs were visibly pumped, and as she put her jacket back on, the sleeves were much less free of motion. Sun setting, and the moon rising, led the members to go on watch and keep the checkpoint running, while Fey still had to do a few more maintenance works. After a few more hours of hard work Fey retired to a tent, and Fell asleep before her head hit the thin, worthless pillow.

The next morning was filled with the same old same old checkpoint work, as Fey continued her work on a few broken vehicles. Even acting as a jack for one armored humvee while they repaired the engine and replaced the underside armor… for 2 hours… At chow, fey took about 4 regular portions of food, to fuel her aching muscles, knowing they’d grow back even stronger than she already was. The cook wanted to protest the act, but didn't want to be an ass to yesterday's hero. Fey sat down and began to shovel food down. “Big gal needs a bigger meal haha” Eleven walked behind Fey and noogied her for a moment, before sitting himself. Fey annoyed but with a smile said “Wars are won in the kitchen, and I need my own kitchen.” Eleven let out a laugh and punched her arm, “well at least you left some for us this time, not like back in (Insert country here)” He began to eat and laughed a bit.

“You know… You've grown since the last 3 years, Doc’s measuring and all don't lie, you were like 5 foot 9 and 250 pounds when we met, and now you're what… 6 foot and 320?” Fey looked at him with a fake mad face for a moment, “Don't you know it's rude to talk about a woman's weight?” He smiled a moment and stood up to look her in the eye “No woman here, just a Tank!” trying to hold down her girthy arm, and she lifted him with ease flexing as he held on tight. “W-woah! Hey! PUT ME DOWN!!!” Fey Snickered at him flaying at her power and put him down after a few more seconds of mild torture. “Now finish your food… Maybe you can even grow as strong as me 5 '5~” He looked red and ate the rest of his food as he was told.

After chow, and a well deserved shower, Fey wrapped up her work, and prepped her things to head on the next convoy out. Not before a group of off duty men had gathered to arm wrestle her. Most had already tried in the past but this time it would be a cooperative effort. All of them grabbed onto her hand, 6 in total, and began to pull on her arm. All tried their best to get it to the table top, but it didn't even budge half an inch. She smirked as they tried for about 3 minutes, and she thought about a violent or peaceful end to their futile effort. She wanted to have fun, so Fey, with one fell swoop, tossed all 6 Men over the table on top of each other. Grabbing her bag and with a wink Fey ran into the last humvee in the convoy and headed back to HQ.
(Thank you so very much for reading, i hope you enjoy! <3 )

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August 1X, 20XX, El Salvador, Central America

Engines roared, and the sounds of helicopters filled the air. Red Circle with Blue Fire Insignias, on each vehicle. An armored vehicle convoy patrols a main highway. A roadblock and checkpoint was set up to inspect vehicles on behalf of the Government. For the past 3 years a narco war has been raging and decimating the country. After a United States blockade of South America to stop imports of narcotics, Central America has been on fire. Cartels and gangs who have more access to imported high end weapons and vehicles struggle to stop the installment of narco states in the sub-continent. Costa Rica, Nicaragua, and El Salvador had all enlisted multiple PMC’s to the patrol, and make sure the line of security is held.

The convoy reaches the checkpoint of the main highway, parking in a special designated lot for PMC vehicles. Stepping out a black boot hits the ground. A very large woman steps out of the humvee, the suspension audibly creaks in relief from the loosened tension.
“Tank! Thank god you're here, I have 2 jeeps that need to be fixed before a new patrol…” Quickly swarmed, Fey looks around and walks over to the motor pool to access vehicles and their needs. The Tank of a woman, shoulders her Ar10 and begins to use her expertise to repair and fix… well she would have if hell had not broken out in the traffic jam caused by the roadblock. An explosion amidst the cars and a fireball 300 feet high caused a massive shockwave. Soon screaming and shouting, followed by continuous gunfire in the carnage. A narco assault had begun at the roadblock. The M2 gunners atop the humvee’s began to rattle bullets but soon held fire to make sure not to hit any fleeing civilians, as sicarios began to close in. Fey, shooken up from the concussive blast, got up soon after and planted her rifle on the hood of a nearby humvee, and began to pick targets off with her AR. The humidity and the heat from the sun caused sweat to sting her eyes, taking a moment to reload and wipe her brow, she took off her top. Her muscled glistening in the sun as she took up fire again, knocking out sicarios left and right, it had to be a force of at least 50 narco insurgents amid the chaos. Each member of the attack wore heavy body armor and was equipped with high class Russian and even some German weapons. Fey knew that they needed to push these bastards out of her, and make them think they had more men than they did. Rushing over to an overturned car, Fey began to push it as mobile cover, and multiple PMC’s ran over to use it as such. The fighting, while only lasting 5 minutes felt like ages, as the firefight had not died down since it began. Fey pushed the car forward, her legs bursting with as much power as she could. As her advance took the Sicarios by surprise, they began to fall back, and soon the checkpoint fell quiet. Fey sighed, and sat a moment, the heat of battle and the heat of the sun made her need a moment of respite.
“Could I please have a drink from your canteen ‘Leven?” She asked the Soldier next to her behind the car. “Sure thing Tank!” He handed her his canteen and she took a big gulp of water, “You saved a lot of our asses right here with your quick thinking!” He crouched next to her. “Nothing but my job” She said with a big smile and stood up to high five ‘Eleven’.

Cleaning up the mess from the attack was no short order of work to do. 13 civilians had died, and a whole load were injured. Mangled cars littered the highway, and a 6 foot wide crater was left on the asphalt. It would have been at least two days to get a dozer to clear most of the wreckage, but luckily Fey was her own heavy equipment. She tied her jacket around her waist, and was just left in her tank top. She began to push the non smoldering cars while the men took care of putting out the ones on fire, and recovering bodies, and civilian casualties. (While they were not ogling Fey’s muscled back while she pushed cars) She knew they stared, but she didn't mind sometimes. He back flexed as she picked up a smaller model of car, and you could almost see her legs burst through her cargo pants. Taking a break for a moment to drink, her abs, so pumped, and flexing with each breath, were coated in sweat, just begging for a cold breeze to cool her body. You could see by the end of the road clearing that her arms and legs were visibly pumped, and as she put her jacket back on, the sleeves were much less free of motion. Sun setting, and the moon rising, led the members to go on watch and keep the checkpoint running, while Fey still had to do a few more maintenance works. After a few more hours of hard work Fey retired to a tent, and Fell asleep before her head hit the thin, worthless pillow.

The next morning was filled with the same old same old checkpoint work, as Fey continued her work on a few broken vehicles. Even acting as a jack for one armored humvee while they repaired the engine and replaced the underside armor… for 2 hours… At chow, fey took about 4 regular portions of food, to fuel her aching muscles, knowing they’d grow back even stronger than she already was. The cook wanted to protest the act, but didn't want to be an ass to yesterday's hero. Fey sat down and began to shovel food down. “Big gal needs a bigger meal haha” Eleven walked behind Fey and noogied her for a moment, before sitting himself. Fey annoyed but with a smile said “Wars are won in the kitchen, and I need my own kitchen.” Eleven let out a laugh and punched her arm, “well at least you left some for us this time, not like back in (Insert country here)” He began to eat and laughed a bit.

“You know… You've grown since the last 3 years, Doc’s measuring and all don't lie, you were like 5 foot 9 and 250 pounds when we met, and now you're what… 6 foot and 320?” Fey looked at him with a fake mad face for a moment, “Don't you know it's rude to talk about a woman's weight?” He smiled a moment and stood up to look her in the eye “No woman here, just a Tank!” trying to hold down her girthy arm, and she lifted him with ease flexing as he held on tight. “W-woah! Hey! PUT ME DOWN!!!” Fey Snickered at him flaying at her power and put him down after a few more seconds of mild torture. “Now finish your food… Maybe you can even grow as strong as me 5 '5~” He looked red and ate the rest of his food as he was told.

After chow, and a well deserved shower, Fey wrapped up her work, and prepped her things to head on the next convoy out. Not before a group of off duty men had gathered to arm wrestle her. Most had already tried in the past but this time it would be a cooperative effort. All of them grabbed onto her hand, 6 in total, and began to pull on her arm. All tried their best to get it to the table top, but it didn't even budge half an inch. She smirked as they tried for about 3 minutes, and she thought about a violent or peaceful end to their futile effort. She wanted to have fun, so Fey, with one fell swoop, tossed all 6 Men over the table on top of each other. Grabbing her bag and with a wink Fey ran into the last humvee in the convoy and headed back to HQ.
(Thank you so very much for reading, i hope you enjoy! <3 )

Art made with pixai.art!