108 | John W. Warner IV h-h! He barely made it in, shutting it firmly. Fumbling around in the dim light, he thought of the starting procedures. Boules de feu. Lights. Main battery switch on, fuel valves open… A leutnant emerged from 101s commanders hatch. What the fucks happening out her After ditching his robe, Takuta stabbed him from behind, and with all his strength lifted the thin young German out, rolling him off the side. He was now in his New Zealand uniform and could not be shot as a spy, he hoped. Using the big dead German as a sandbag, a prone Bea inserted another five- round clip into her Mauser and kept felling soldiers. The lioness charged a group of Germans in the square, scattering them. Gunfire and panic, confusion and melee. Under fire with the scene in boiling riot, Bea chose that instant to remove the canvas muzzle bag and scamper up the front glacis with her feet on the tracks, hands on the stepped armor. Rounds ricocheted and pinged. Turret.Interior Finding it just where the book said, Takuta shoved a clip into the tanks MP- 40 submachine gun and began firing out the commanders hatch, covering Bea. Cmon mum’ Tak-tak-tak-tak-tak. He shot two Germans climbing up Tiger 102 next to them, then ducked out of the way to reload. Return fire was fierce.