"Give me a sitrep!"
With rations still in hand, I managed to get myself up to the roof of the APC. Grigori gave me a small glance as I walked towards them, Mathilde still staring out at the forming mushroom cloud in the distance as she addressed me.
"It would seem that there is something afoot," the stoic Primzahl cryptically spoke aloud. "I suspect that Lise and her secondary had encountered the enemy."
'You don't say?' I almost sarcastically said with an eye roll. The gravity of the situation kept me in the game, however. "Grigori?"
The old man huffed beside me. Looking at the distant carnage, he only said something obvious, "I can see Herr Vektor doing this just to flush us out. He has no care for the civilian population or what he has to do; only that he finish the job he was given."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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