[center][h3][color=fff79a]Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka[/color][/h3][/center] 

	Yonaka smiled weakly up at Taras. With a wince she giggled quietly. [color=fff79a]"All thanks to you, mate. Be dead as without your help."[/color] She returned the compliment, not nearly as eager to maintain the alleged pride that Taras did. Tupolev did her a great servie. Saved her life. Even if she had survived that gunshot she would still be out of the war, which was unacceptable. Chloe couldn't go home, not yet. But now, she was back, and a little dazed, but back in the fight.

	 Chloe flinched as the tank exploded. She had to restart it, quick. The song of the tank came to an end and was quickly started from scratch, but during that short time frame Tupolev had taken some hits. The wreckage of the tank vanished and reappared in full working order as the record began to play again. 

	Tupolev was on the move, his stand moving into the fortress.[color=fff79a] "Little bugger's quick, eh?"[/color] She commented, watching it scurry within the fortress.

	After a moment of waiting, Tupolev reported it was over.

	Chloe breathed a sigh of relief, placing both her hands on her knees. The tank vanished, the recording stopped before it could crush into the fortress gates.

	[color=fff79a]"Some hidden fuckin' rendezvous, eh? Some crazy bird, was it? Fuckin' 'ell."[/color] Chloe wiped the sweat off her forehead.

	[color=fff79a][b]"Let's get someonewhere safe. Oi! Lillaine! You got a real safe spot for us to get too, or what?"[/b][/color] The lumbering, feminine, ghostly automaton raised her voice in Chloe's stead to get the alleged Frenchwoman's attention.