Lion, Tiger, Bear | 123 her optics. Were sitting ducksabandon tank! An 88 mm armor-piercing round found its way through the front side armor, passed in front of Gwafas face with a windy thud through the radios and pierced the other side, landing outside in a cloud of dust. He undid his hatch and scurried out, headphones still on. Another round hit the barrel, disabling the main gun like a rifle shot through putty. Tiger 103 had a full crew and was deadly accurate. Bea and Takuta oozed out the commanders hatch. She pointed. Theyve stopped firing, Jerry wants the tank back, I reckon. Lets set the petrol tank ablaze. Roast the sonofabitch. Tiger 103 ceased fire upon seeing them exiting. Troops gave small arms fire, yelling at them to surrender. On the right side of the hull, Takuta took out his knife and cut a rag off his tattered trousers and stuck it in the opened fuel filling port. Tiger 103 fired its bowMG-34; rounds plastered the 101. Bea gave return fire, then used the submachinegun to ignite the fabric, and a column of smoky, oily fire erupted out. Run for your fucking lives! Using 101 to cover their rear, the three of them ran northeast up the road, crossing another ditch under fire. Ten Italians rounded the corner of a building, stopped, and gave fire. Bea and Gwafa hit the sand, but Takuta caught ones in the upper thigh and stomach. Down he went. No-o-o! she shrieked, waving her arms in surrender and quickly losing the MP-40. Gwafa held him. Nonl Dont die on me, Fisherman, Ill kill you… Takuta moaned in agony. In the distance, they could hear troops and Tiger 103 approaching with a smooth roar and a metallic clank-clank-clank.