>>5500159>>5500159Burnt pork and iron. The smell had only just started getting to Alvin after he'd ordered his trucks to speed down the road toward the enemy command center.
The tank commander was part of his group, one of his boys regardless of her gender and the moment she lost her wingmen he'd lost his mind. It felt like everyone in his close group shared a type of insanity, Jonah Vilgerson would fly into wild rages and the other Vilgerson, Franziska, had strange ideas when it came to her machines.
Alvin's insanity was different. Unlike Jonah who's rage burned like fire, the angrier Raine got the colder he became till there was nothing left but a machine pulling the trigger and moving unflinchingly forwards amidst the chaos. Moving single-mindedly towards an objective, his lads and friends had bled for him to take
Finally getting past the worst of the fighting, the smell of burnt pork and iron only just started registering as Alvin Raine as he came back to his senses. His men followed his orders well even in his Fugue state making the platoon come face to-face with the enemy's vulnerable rear. He'd expected to meet the infantry ace on his way through the roads and he'd wanted to take her head as a prize but this would have to be good enough.
"Take them alive boys, anyone that reaches for anything kill 'em. Anyone that tries to fight back... kill 'em slow."
"Grab the mortars and shove 'em into the back of the truck."
>Adding as final action instead of digging in, I want to look the mortars. Don't need too much ammo maybe 1 shot worth if it doesn't take extra time, mostly just the loot.