A short, skinny man in a lab coat sighs as he rubs his head. "I've got nothing. We've been watching it and documenting all changes involving the portal and everything around it. Nothing, nothing at all."
"We're running out of options and time, I need you to step up your research." The tall man explains.
"... I have... One idea..." The short man mumbles.
"Tell me what you need and I'll get it for you." The tall man replies.
A tall, fat, bearded man in an odd outfit, the bottom half of a snow toned ghillie suit and a plain white shirt cover his body as he sits on the ground with his back to a grey brick wall. He turns towards a skinnier and shorter man who's wearing a world war 2 US army tank crew uniform and helmet.
"Anything on the radios?" The large bearded man asks.
"Yours is beeping, you might want to answer it." The skinnier man answers.
"That would be a good idea." The large man chuckles as she stands up and walks over to the beeping radio on a table next to the skinnier man.
The large man pushes a button on his radio, answering the call. The radio let's out a crackle.
"Chav? Are you there?" The radio crackles out.
"General? Wha' do ya need now?" The tall man named Chav asks in a british accent.
"We need you to head into a portal for us." The radio answers.
"Why would I do tha'?" Chav asks.
"Because we need you and we have money, I know which one you care about." The radio replies.
"You go' me, I do love money. 'ow much are we talkin'?" Chav asks.
"2 million dollars, I can't go higher." The radio answers with a crackle.
"50/50 split and I'll come along." The skinnier man says as he steps over to the radio.
"I guess that's fair, looks like you'll ge' 2 for the price of 1 there General." Chav chuckles.
"I'll give you the location, get here as soon as possible." The general says as the the sound of papers being moved can be heard through the radio. "22 54'25.1 N, 24 59'39.9 E." The general reads into the radio.
Chav grabs a pen and writes down the coordinates.
"We'll be there by tomorrow, we're no' far away." Chav says as he disconnects the radio. "Ge' ready ta head out, you have 20 minutes before we go."
The skinnier man nods his head and rushes into the next room, Chav follows shortly after. The two men step into the room and are greeted by the tools of their trade. A T110E5 heavy tank, painted to have a shark paintjob on it with the words 'Star' written on the side. Next to it stands 'Megalodon', a large mutant tank, the hull of a Maus with the turret and gun of an FV4005 Stage II, painted with a pale blue turret and a white hull.
"I'd ha'e ta be whatever's on the other side of the portal." Chav jokes.
"Yeah, whatever's on the other side is gonna get the suprise of a lifetime." The skinnier man chuckles.
"Yo Star, did you fill your ammo racks?" Chav asks.
"Yeah, I got all of the shells in and she's all fueled up. I'm ready to head out when you are." The skinnier man answers.
"Then let's get going." Chav says as he climbs up the hull of 'Megalodon'.
Star then turns towards his T110E5 and climbs onto it's hull. Chav nods at Star before climbing into 'Megalodons' turret. Star then climbs into his tank and starts the engine.
"This is gonna be one hell of a mission." Star mumbles to himself.