[quote=@Bright_Ops]"Private Beast, you look like someone who knows how to use a machine gun. And if there is one thing we need right now if we're going to do this right it's something to make their infantry keep their heads down or  risk losing them. You sure you're not going to join in the fun?"  
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[color=ed1c24]"Way I see it,"[/color] Beast said, [color=ed1c24]"judging from all the bullets flying down there, the infantry's all set on that front. All we have to do is sit tight and wait for our real tank to get freed up in a couple weeks. So if you all want to go down there and get busted down to infantry for insubordination, that's your call."[/color]

Eyes wasn't in the mood to have his gunner question his lead, but she did have a point. If one of them sat out, their odds of being thrown into the brig for this stunt would be significantly lower.

[color=00a651]"Leave her,"[/color] he said, starting down the hill. [color=00a651]"You'll be my gunner for this one. Biggest rule is I call the shots, you aim and fire them off. Pedal, we're only going to approach that tank from the front. Less risk of damage to the truck that way, less likely Macdonald goes flying out the back of the truck if we take a hit."[/color]

[color=fff200]"Can do, sir."[/color]

The two MPs guarding the truck were oh-so-busy smoking cigarettes and watching the firefight. Straight up knocking them out was assault and likely to end in a firing squad, and ordering them away wasn't an option either. That left the third option...

[color=00a651]"Hey there... Michael and Allison,"[/color] Eyes said, peering at the tag on the MPs' uniforms. [color=00a651]"You both look spectacularly bored right now. And I have a place I need to be with this here truck. So I have a proposition for you both..." [/color]Reaching into his satchel, Eyes pulled out a green-colored bottle with a red label fixed to it. [color=00a651]"See, I just got out of St. Courain, and this here, this is the last bottle of 1899 Red from Lord Halpshire's vineyard not in Imperial hands. A good year, I heard. So what do you say I trade you this here for ten minutes with that there truck."[/color]

Eyes was not keen to trade the bottle away. As tankers, he and the crew had accumulated a small fortune of trinkets, doodads and baubles in Thunderous, and they'd managed to save some of the more valuable pieces before it was destroyed. This wasn't his Holy Grail, but it was definitely up there in terms of the valuables the squad kept in their packs...