Lion, Tiger, Bear I 111 She searched the floor while the Tiger lurched forward, causing her to headbutt the overhead breathing tubes. Ow, gods! Wheres the damn turret pedal? Takuta flipped a couple of memorized pages and pointed. ‘There-there! She jammed down her sandal and the turret traversed to the right as the electric motor gave off a loud whirring sound. Wrong way dammit! She then pointed her toes, pushed the forward pedal, and the turret traversed left. With her right hand she grabbed the elevation wheel handle and twirled it. She looked through the gunners slightly magnified binocular sight, her head resting on the rubber pad; the long barrel was on her right, the optics and triangular reticles clear and concise just as the book had illustrated. Elevate, reticle on target. Fire! The report sounded like a cricket bat to a metal trash bin next to her ears. The powerful round blew apart the command house in a huge plume of dust and debris, scattering troops as it collapsed. The men atop the tank rolled off in a hurry. Yells. Screams. She clicked the microphone. Gwafa, turn slightly left, follow the contour of the square. Where is he? Where is hei She then moved to the thin vision block to her immediate leftall tan and jolly mammoth. Without warning, Tiger 102 rammed them at an angle, trying to force them to stop. Both Panzers crushed the fountain as they moved along, scraping hulls, groaning, wet. Its like being blind for fucks sake. Bea left-traversed the barrel under the opposing tanks barrel. Hers stopped at the 102s thick mantlet armor; it was akin to two woolly mammoths locking tusks at a water hole brawl. Weve got to get off the first shot or were dead. All stop. Gwafa hit the brakes with a loud hiss of compressed air from the tanks. Reverse fiill! she yelled. As they backed off barrels scraping, the other tank began turning its turret with Beas. Its going to be close A deafening c/awg.Tank 102 had fired point-blank, but the solid core projectile ricocheted off Beas turret, the angle not sufficient for penetration, denting it and leaving a bulge and paint chips inside. The disfigured round tumbled in the air at over 1800 feet per second, taking down a corner of the mosque in a cloud of dust. Bea held her ringing ears. Christ! Eyes glued to her stereoscopies, she pulled the trigger. Fire! The gun boomed but barely shook the heavy tank as the breech