It had been oddly peaceful at base, very quiet. Too quiet, something was wrong, why was it so quiet?

Then it clicked, mozzie was no where to be seen. He had said he was going out riding for a few hours, and it had been more then a few hours.

You brought upon yourself to find him, so you traveled out to the back of the base which was a forest. After walking for a bit, you came upon a bank. There was a dirtbike laying on the ground and mozzie, stuck in a hole, ass and legs free.

“Hello?” You’d call, making your way down. He seemed to sprout to life when he heard a voice.

“Ah! Mate can you help please? Me arms and head are wedged in this god forsaken hole and I can’t free.” He’d explain, his accent heavy and he sounded exhausted. He’d begin to try and wiggle himself free again.