[h3][center]Private Durandal[/center][/h3]
Her form was interrupted, as the Sergeant called their attention. They were going to flank the enemy formation, distracting them with their new tank to do so. It put the tank at a little risk, but they should be able to strike before that became a problem. They'd use the APC to come in from the side... maybe she could lay low and fire from the back of it? The large ballistic weapon she'd left in the APC felt oddly familiar to hold at her side. If she thought about it, it didn't make sense. If she'd been doing this for a while, though, it would.

She had to keep reading the journal. The more she read it, the more she felt like she didn't want to reach the end of it, which made her want to stop. It was a sense of forboding, like she knew what was going to happen.

But now wasn't the time to think about it. She had to get ready for their maneuver. He said they'd approach on foot, so she should ask about it, first. "Sir." Regan spoke first, before continuing, "I could ride in the back with my mortar lance. If I lay low, they shouldn't be able to hit me, and I'll only have to stand to return fire. Maybe tell me where to shoot before I get up?"