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"No," Adrian said aloud, "We stick together, and find cover." Turning to the gunny, he said, "Swagger, take point. We need to make it to higher ground." He looked around for a moment, then up. "There," he pointed at the four story building about half a block from their position, "We'll head that way, but first," he paused and turned on his radio. "This is First Sergeant Adrian Dawson, whats the enemy status?" He listened as someone began tallying numbers, his face impassive, his eyes as cold as steel. He listened for a moment more, and was about to shut off his radio, when someone shouted, "TANK!" An explosion soon sounded, then static.

"Whats the location of that tank?" He roared into the mic, and was rewarded with a thump on his shoulder. Someone's hand was pointing ahead of him, and as he looked forward, his eyes came upon a Type-96. "Too easy," he whispered, and began to lie down on the ground. He positioned the cannon over his right shoulder, and peered into the scope. Turning it this way, and that, he focused on the tank, aiming the barrel towards the tank's driver, he sang loud and clear, "In nights of dawn, in eternal glory. Songs were sung, they sang my story. O darkness shower, blossom in golden, crimson flower. I am Darkness," The tank rounded a corner, and began to sight its barrel down at their squads' BTR, "sing this night," his voice howled, his eyes were cold, his face, a cracking mass of boredom and madness, "Behold my Power!" The tank rolled to a halt, and was preparing to fire a shell at them, "Eternal Night!" He pulled the trigger, and a resounding peel of thunder erupted around them. The RT-20 leaped a few inches from the ground, as the black bullet shot from the chamber. Traveling at a velocity of 850 meters per second, the projectile smashed into the tank, creating a hole the size of a watermelon, and where the driver of the tank had sat, a puddle of crimson goo stood testimony to the RT-20's power.

Standing up slowly, Adrian's eyes quickly cooled, and his features became, once again, impassive and cold. Cocking the gun, he expelled the shell casing from the chamber of his RT-20, and replaced it with another 20x110mm Hispano bullet. Hefting his cannon, he looked at his squad, and said in a cool, calm voice, "We need to get going. Before another tank decides to show up." At that, he turned, and trotted towards the four story building. An explosion soon occurred, and, turning his head slightly, he noted that the tank's outer haul was smoking, and saw a brief flicker of flames erupting in the back, near the engine. 'I wonder how close I was to the tank, and I wonder if theres a gaping hole in the back.' Shaking his head slightly, he continued forward, the tank, all but forgotten.