A military vehicle

Some sort of military vehicle is parked in the middle of the road that definitely wasn't there when you left. It's some sort of armored personnel carrier with a machine gun mounted on top. You spot two soldiers on foot outside the vehicle. They haven't spotted you. Yet. "That's a Stryker, Boss," Allen whispers to you.

"They are military. We should go talk to them. Maybe they can help us," Amelia says.

Jeremy shakes his head. "They might not be real military. Even if they are, we have no idea what they are after."

"Jeremy is right," you say. "And there are plenty of raiders out there with military hardware."

"So, what do we do? Try to sneak around them?" asks Amelia. That would be the safest option. However, a certain pen in your pocket gives you a much more a dangerous option.

You take a deep breath. "I can claim the APC."

Amelia's eyes open wide, "What?! No way. That's way too dangerous. They could shoot you before you even get close!"

"I agree with Amelia, Boss. We have no idea how many more soldiers there are around and if they would shoot you on sight," Jeremy adds.

You look at Allen. He shrugs. "You're in charge, Boss. I'll back whatever play you make."

Amelia frowns, "But isn't it our job to keep him safe? Shouldn't we be trying to make him rethink this idiotic idea?"

"Enough." You stop the argument there. "Allen is right. I'm in charge and I will decide what we do."