[h3]Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia[/h3]

[b]'C'mon, c'mon... What's taking so long..?'[/b] It had been a full five minutes since they had first spotted the tank. If it was a trap, then the Imps were damn patient bastards, unlike Harald himself. He had to consciously stop his toes from tapping against the steel floor of the APC. [i]Why aren't you moving forward, dammit?[/i] Sending Stichler and hunt forward had been the right decision, he told himself, but nevertheless he couldn't help it feel it should be [i]him[/i] out there... Especially since they were taking their sweet time about it. He managed for a further minute before cracking. [b]'Fuck it, I'm going.'[/b] He leapt off the side of the APC, waving for Carn to stay still. [b]'You hear gunfire, you reverse and leg it, capiche?'[/b] He didn't wait for a response, jogging along ahead while cocking his rifle. He went straight past the other two, stopping halfway from the unknown tank to peer though his binoculars. Back at the APC, they could see Harald raising his hands into the air in exasperation before calling in on the radio. [b]'... They're friendly. Panic over... Park up behind them, on the left.'[/b] He strolled ahead, lighting a cigarette as the tension fell away. When he got close enough, Harald called out to the closest soldier. [b]'You... I recognise you, Mr Dresner. How the Devil have you been?'[/b]