Leaning back, Nishikawa looks around the interior of the crew compartment of Achtung Trottel. Schmidt is leaning over the drive controls, looking at... something. Hammond has a poptart, the foil crinkling so quietly, it can barely be heard over the engine. A thump resounds from the back, probably Rossi slamming the heads of a few recalcitrant grunts' heads together.

[color=0054a6]"Ey, you jokers get word yet? I ain't been doing nothin' back here but keeping Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumber back here from playing with explosives."[/color]

Speaking of which, there's Rossi poking her head in.

[color=9e0b0f]"Indeed we did. I know you're going to love it, too."[/color]
[color=0054a6]"Well, get on with it!"[/color]
[color=9e0b0f]"We're the spearhead going into the town."[/color]
[color=0054a6]"You're jokin."[/color]
[color=9e0b0f]"Do you see me laughing?"[/color]
[color=0054a6]"Faaaaaack! These idjits back here are as green as the grass!"[/color]
[color=9e0b0f]"You'd better make sure they're going to be ready, then."[/color]
[color=0054a6]"Sure, sure."[/color]

With that, the hatch slams shut, and the sound of yelling marginally increases. Suddenly, the crew-net crackles, and Hammond's voice crackles through.

[color=9e0b0f]"Alright, so for anyone not paying attention, new orders just came through. We're no longer on the clearing sweep who will be clearing out resistance after the streets are clear. Now, we're on the first push into town. Now, I can hear the whines already, so lemme make this clear. This wasn't my choice, we're going to do our jobs, and be ready. we're rolling in 15. Take your restroom break now."[/color]

Another slight crackle, indicating a channel change.

[color=9e0b0f]"Alright, now, with the grunt's curiosity satisfied, here's the actual plan. Schmidt, we're going to be heading to the left, towards the southern end of town. Once we make contact, hook us outwards towards the desert so we don't accidentally bumble into an AT trap in the city. Nishikawa, you know your marks?[/color]
[color=00a651]"Yes, Hammond-san. Use the main gun for light armor, missiles for anything heavier, and the launcher for entrenched infantry."[/color]
[color=9e0b0f]"Call out your marks before you send them to the Almighty so we know how many Spikes we have left in the bin, but you got it otherwise. And, just call me Hammond."[/color]
[color=00a651]"A-ah! Yes, sir!"[/color]
[color=9e0b0f]". . . we'll work on it. Anyways, Angie, love!"[/color]
[color=0054a6]"What?"[/color]
[color=9e0b0f]"Once we clear the edge perimeter, we'll probably be out far enough that we can see the enemy artillery and AA. When we're out there, grab Gabriel and get those drones of his up and spotting for our artillery. If we can send those guns to god before they start hurling shells at the streets, this will be much more buttery to deal with."[/color]
[color=0054a6]"Understood, Dino."[/color]
[color=9e0b0f]"Alright, this next part will be the meat and potatoes of our little play. There's a mosque on the far side of town, that is our marker for the turn-in. We don't go farther southwest than the mosque. Imaging has a road about 200 yards in front of the mosque that turns into the city, and drops us off right on the front door of the suspected command post. When we get there, it'll be a typical scramble deployment. Grunts pile out and into the building, we take Trottel on a block circut around the building to make sure the OPFOR doesn't get any reinforcements while Angie and her Spring Children are clearing it out. Make sense?"[/color]
[color=f7941d]"Yea, I got one."[/color]
[color=9e0b0f]"What now, Schmidt?"[/color]
[color=f7941d]"D'ya think if we can pull that command post before the rest of the groundpounders get it, we could go get ice cream?"[/color]
[color=9e0b0f]". . . Goddammit, Schmidt."[/color]