!mYedictMKA 05/10/12(Thu)21:56 No.19060711|
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As you approach, you get the worst smell in world... PAPERWORK. The smell of ink and paper, ick. You shoulder your way though busybodies and head towards the dining room, which has been turned into a makeshift map room. You see a few figures in the room, a witch dressed in a fancy red officer's outfit, Major General Sir Percy Hobart, and a few other officers you don't really care about, I mean, "recognize".
"Vhat are you doing here Kolonel?" the witch in red asks. Oh god not her again...
"I got better." is all you can muster.
"As long as you say so mein frau.."
"Well, I have a job for you." Hobart interjects. " Major Miles' section is getting the everliving life pounded out of it. I called in a few favors with an old yankee friend of mine, but the help won't arrive for a good half hour. I need you to support her position. Can you do it?"
"Sir Yes Sir!" you almost shout while snapping a salute. You then spend a minute or two reading over the map sprawled out on the table. Once you have a vague idea of what the hell do to, you rush outside only to remember, that you probably can't operate your strikers with your wounded leg... then you realize you are standing within 200ft of the most advanced armor earth can muster to fight the alien invaders.
The real question is, what 3 tanks do you take with you?
>AHAHA IM LAZY, YOU TELL ME WHAT THREE TANKS YOU WANT
RUUUUUUULE, any allied or axis armored fightan vehicle that I can spend 5 seconds reading the wiki article and having a vague idea of stuff (1943~ is the latest year it can be)