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Small chit-chats out of consideration, and the rest of the trip became a lullaby again. Staying up and awake for the entirety of the time wasn't improving situations any further. It was 34 times that Andrew had soaked his eyes in tears and stretched his mouth muscle to the limit, accurately counted by his travelling partner. Thus it was understandable that he was up in the air when the base was finally in sight. He could finally get some food and perhaps some rest.

The tank gracefully parked among its contemporaries in their specialized area near the mess hall. After notifying his crew, Andrew quickly gathered his belongings and climbed out of the hatch, where Michael was waiting, intending to fetch breakfast together. However, Michael had other plans.

[color=bf00ff]"You want to clean your face a little?"[/color] 

His thumb was pointing at the broken down truck right nearby. A truck with a missing tire and leaks of steam coming out of its hood, along with a fellow soldier rubbing the vehicle like it was his mistress. He made it looked like it was a minor deal, but the engine just audibly popped, the hood looked dangerously hot. It looked pretty toast.

[color=fff257]"No, I need some good food now, not a boiling engine."[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"Eating while sleepy doesn't help your taste. Come on, they need some engineers."[/color]

Aayyyy...how troublesome...

Reluctantly, Andrew followed the EW1 veteran to investigate this big hulk of domestic abuse. As the truck's hood was threateningly hot, Andrew put on his gloves that came with the tank uniform and lifted the hood up, not without a little bit of strength. The pressure created by the heat of the engine sucked the hood into place. You already kinda had a feeling of how screwed up that engine must have been worked to the point of to be that hot. 

[color=fff257]"Arrghh! Bloody..."[/color] Grimaced Andrew as the clotted smoke beneath the hood blew into his face. Swinging his hand a couple of times to get a good view of the engine, Michael's verdict were pretty quick.

[color=bf00ff]"This looks like a simple overheating that had been prolonged a little too far."[/color] Michael gazed across the mechanicals, tilting his head a little to check for damage. [color=bf00ff]"Rods and camshafts are damaged, but seems like she'll avoid being scrapped."[/color]

[color=fff257]"Water ran dry probably for hours. Not even Ragnite can take this kind of beatings."[/color] Andrew shook his head, glancing over to the soldiers still recovering from this death ride. [color=fff257]"You really need a better husband...[/color][hr]
Thanks to the two of them muddling around the truck, they were late for breakfast. And to add more to that, they were furiously hungry. But at least they were wide awake, or rather their sense of taste.

[color=bf00ff]"See, now we're gonna enjoy the fruit of our labour. Even rations would taste good."[/color] 

[color=fff257]"Please stop. It's irrelevant."[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"I'm sharing with you my tips to happiness, dear Andrew. It's gonna be beneficial to you once you walk further into this war."[/color] 

All it seemed to him was that he was delaying a meal for someone else's problem. Sure, he was a good soldier and wouldn't refuse an order if called for. But an order for someone not taking good care of the car, for seemingly stupid reasons, wasn't worth his time. Now, there's nothing would want to stand in his way to get some good breakfast.

[color=fff257]"Two Egg Hams and Mushroom please, Vincenzo."[/color] The Edinburghian ordered for both. They both knew each other's taste for long, and they were surprisingly similar to each other. So both of them knew and trusted the other's judgement in culinary taste. Few minutes passed, and the long-awaited momentary heaven arrived on their white dishes. 

[color=bf00ff]"Over there. Those guys have empty seats."[/color] 

[color=fff257]"Only one though...Oh I see another empty seat over there."[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"Well, there seems to be no paired seats though."[/color]

[color=fff257]"I'll see you after lunch then."[/color]

[color=bf00ff]"Alright, enjoy your meal."[/color] 

Both of them went separate way. Michael to Austin and Eija while Andrew went to the Fiona's family. While Andrew just silently sat on the empty seat next to the three of them and enjoyed his long-awaited meal, Michael found himself much more interested in the two meal companions next to him, who both seemed to be from his squad. 

[color=bf00ff]"Good morning."[/color] The nobleman greeted both of them. [color=bf00ff]"Is it alright if I can have this seat here?"[/color]
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