It was getting hot now, in the car. While Dormouse kept her cool, and the air fresh, she could feel the heat on her face as that was the only part of her that was exposed.
Frank and Pete, on the other hand, were beginning to suffer. Fortunately, they had a cold chest in the rear that still had bottled water and beers, although the ice in it had long since melted.
She listened quietly to them remembering operations in tropical jungles. Frank's side deftly edited by knowing eye glances at her and the occasional frown as Frank got a little too graphic for her younger ears. Although, what she did hear was enough to make sure she never wanted to go anywhere near a special forces group in the field.