It was a long drive back to base, Graves leading the small convoy or around 5 cars back to base. The Shadows were all chatting over comms, three in each car but all were exhausted after the mission.

Graves silently prayed that his soldiers didn't see the fast food goodness they were passing by, but it was already too late.

"Some McDonald's would be good–" The Shadow soldier was cut off by Graves. "No. We don't have the funds. I can't pay for 15 soldiers to all get McDonald's." He feigned irritation, but wished that he could treat his soldiers.

All became quiet for another minute as the cars stopped at a red light.

"What if we paid for ourselves?" One Shadow spoke up, and it all delved into chaos once more.