!!0ZviLFh59My 05/01/12(Tue)21:55 No.18942012|
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Picking Minna's red hair out of the crowd, you violently shove your way over to her Striker Stand. Technicians are hovering around her Strikers, running through pre-flight checks, and Minna herself is bending over a workbench nearby, examining a new weapon along with Chuck and Shirley.
"Hey, Minna," you tell her. "Um, reporting?"
"Aww, see, they can be trained!" Minna says, elbowing Shirley.
"God pilot!" Shirley says. "Want a treat?"
You stare at her tits.
Shirley recoils with feigned horror, turning to Chuck.
"You had that one coming," he says, face impassive.
"Hmph! Some brother," Shirley says.
"So what the hell is going on?" you ask.
"The 101st German Panzer bogged down on the attack in East Anglia," Minna tells you. "Got stuck in against entrenched infantry with anti-tank weapons. There's so little room to maneuver on that front... Patton was attacking on their southern flank, but the Martian counter-attack ran right into his. I guess they had a hell of a slug-fest. Anyways, the 101st is surrounded on three sides. If they don't get some pressure taken off fast, it might develop into a pocket right quick."
"So they're playing their ace-in-the-hole," you say.
"Aces," Chuck says. "Aces in the hole."
"One Ace to a hole, buddy," you mutter.