Lion, Tiger, Bear | 107 Achtunf. A savage beast is loose! Capture him, or Rommel will come for our balls! yelled the major. Pride of the Afrika Korps. A pride of lions! More laughter. Time slowed to a worms pace. Universe elegantly aligned, the Zodiac clicked into gear; as all eyes were on the cub chase, Bea changed tack in a millisecond and ran towards the cage, pulling the latch open and ducking underneath. The lioness lunged, scattering everyone as she growled and attacked in a whirling fury. The panicked townspeople fled towards the mosque with Bea following. Hafaznah Allah jamieanaA Allah save us all! German soldiers ran for cover. Scheisse? Heilige Mutier? Gottverdamttl Dont shoot her, I just paid a ransom in fucking silver, boys, yelled the major, ducking into the doorway as his men tried in vain to corral the angry lioness with rifles and lengthy sticks. She bowled over a screaming soldier and bit into his leg, dragging him in a circle, shedding blood as a sizeable chunk came out. As the crowd ran into the mosque, the Germans guarding the tanks took notice of the commotion. Gwafa whimpered and cowered behind Udad, pretending to be afraid and talking in Arabic. It is written somewhere.. .if the wind blows, ride it. Hidden, Takuta snuck along the base of the brick wall and silently shoved his knife into the back ribcage of a maintenance mechanic, puncturing a lung and downing him, palm over mouth. Tools clanged as the box fell. Bea ran frantically towards Gwafa and the German, waving her arms. Achfungl Ein Lowen ist locked Hilfd. HELP? Halt! yelled the guard, pointing his rifle at her. Udad fled, a young boy tugging at his reigns, a war prize. Au revoir, Boschel whispered Gwafa, slitting his throat in one fluid, professional motion. Bea took the mans rifle and covered her men. Get in the drivers hole! She ripped her turban and veil then shot another guard who was firing at Gwafa, the rounds ricocheting off Tiger 101s thick armor. Alarm! yelled a few Germans. Shrill whistles. Tank crews frantically came on the run from their mess, napkins still tucked. Mount your Panzers! Wind them up! yelled an officer. More shrill whistles, louder, sharper. Gwafa shed his robes and hopped up and slid feet first into the narrow round hatch, scraping skin in the process. A bullet grazed his head and hit the hatch. Ahh-