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American Dream

Yin looked around the forest with the attention of a hawk. Every sway of the trees, every movement of a shadow, he would inspect with precise scrutiny. Years of bullying in his younger days had helped to hammer this instinct into his mind. Even though he was no longer bullied, he'd learned that he could use skill for more then watching his back. He was able to amalgamate it into his style of Tankery, which included scouting, stealth, and hunting. It came in handy more then someone else might think it would.

"We still good down there?" Yin called to his radio operator from his gunner seat.

"Yep. Engines still good and running smoothly." He heard her voice call back.

Yin nodded at the response and went back to his observations.

The engine of their tank was, to him and his crew, the most essential part of their tank. Even more so then the gun. They all saw the engine at such a level of importance for several reasons. With the engine, they could still move. Which meant they could scout and relay enemy co-ordinates, act as a target, and overall just stay alive. The importance of the engine to them had grown so much that their radio operator Kelly, who was also a successful mechanic, constantly monitored the engine when she wasn't involved in radio communication. Even though it really wasn't needed, as the speed governor would keep the engine going a safe speed and stop it from another catastrophic overheating incident. But the engine did have a history of having... Tantrums. So they all thought it was best to have someone to watch over it and make sure it ran smoothly.

Some called them obsessive, and maybe they were right. But the Wright Continental R975-C1 engine had essentially become the crews baby. Second only to the tank itself. But the fixation they had for their tanks engine really shouldn't have been too surprising for the crew of a scout tank.

Jacob had already given him and his crew their mission. They were to meet up with their last two remaining Shermans, which they'd already done, and then go find the enemy and lead them back to the city.

He opened the hatch on the side of the turret and peered out, just making sure that the two Shermans were still behind him and keeping up.

The Shermans callsigns were Echo and India. Unlike him and some other tanks on their team, Shermans, Fireflys, and M4A1s were assigned call signs instead of being called their names. Mainly because there were usually so many in a match. Kay was the only one who didn't have one, since she was the commander. Even though Kay was commander, she couldn't be expected to remember the names of every tank commander when there were so many in the club, so Naomi and Alisa were the exceptions since she knew them personally.

Seeing no problems, and the two tanks still following close behind, he shut the hatch and went back to his scope.

Several more minutes passed with no sight of the enemy. Deciding to try a new tactic, he ordered, "All tanks, hold position and shut off your engines."

His Hellcat and the two Shermans rolled to a stop, and then cut their engines.

Yin climbed up and poked his head out of the cupola. He stood there in silence for several minutes, straining his ears and trying to hear something, anything, that would give him a clue to Pravda's location. But the air was silent, save for the sound of the wind and wildlife in the forest around them.

He waited another several minutes, but when nothing reached his ears, be became impatient. "Fuck it." He finally said and climbed down into his tank and into his gunner seat. He angled the gun downwards to the ground and called for high explosive. The slight shudder of the tank and the KER-CHUNK that followed told him the tank was loaded and ready. He lowered the 76 mm gun to the grassy earth bed, and fired.

The shell soared through the air, creating a high pitched whistling noise during the duration of its short flight. It impacted the ground with a thundering boom of fire and shrapnel. The explosion caused sound waves to travel across the molecules in the air, carrying its voice for miles around in all directions. Undoubtedly reaching the ears of all those in range.

"What are you doing!?" One of the Sherman commanders yelled loudly at him over the radio, making him wince at the volume of her voice.

"Relax, okay? We could've spent the rest of the day searching for them. But now, they'll come to us. They probably thought it was just a misfire. Now, all that's left to do is wait."

So wait they did. For nearly ten minutes they waited for something to happen, and it was at the end of those fifteen minutes that they finally heard exactly what they wanted. The all too recognizable sound of World War 2 Russian engines echoing in the distance.

When the sound reached his ears, Yin smiled like a madman. "Excellent." He put a hand up to his headset. "They can't know we were just waiting here, so we'll have to move towards them, and act as though we accidentally stumbled upon them. They'll think we're just driving around aimlessly now, since our commander is out. And when we happen to end up running into them, they need to think we're turning around to run away instead of leading them into a trap. So let's try to make this convincing girls."

They both sent their acknowledgments and started their engines. A few sort seconds later, all three tanks advanced towards in the direction of where the sound was originating from.

Yin glared at the group of ten Russian tanks through his binoculars. He was currently flat on his stomach just peeking over the arc of a hill. Behind him and the hill, out of view of Pravda, were all three of their tanks, ready and waiting to act on his orders. He simply wanted to take a look at their location before they acted.

Pravda's tanks were approximately a kilometer away at the base of the tall hill, actively making their way towards their location, though slightly to their right, which was perfect. Since they were facing in their direction, that meant it would be hard to miss their tanks once they drove over the crest of the hill.

He crawled backwards several meters and then stood up. "Alright. Here they come. Here's what we'll do. We'll drive over the hill, and when they start firing at us, we'll turn around and run away. Simple." He explained as he climbed up into his tank.

"Okay." "Gotcha." Both Sherman commanders gave their confirmations.

Satisfied, he ordered his tank forward, and it slowly crept over the hill.

Through his gun sight, Pravda's tanks slowly came into view. He ignored the instinctive twitch in his fingers, a result of his mind automatically wanting to fire on the enemy tanks.

Both Shermans came over the top of the hill soon after, and they all slowly began moving forwards. Sure enough, just as he expected, the Russian tanks soon stopped, and traversed in their direction. A clear sight that they'd been spotted. He resisted the urge to act as the tanks barrels lined up on them.

"Okay, get ready. As soon as they fire, we turn around and haul ass." Yin informed.

All crew members of the three tanks tensely waited for the impending barrage. It wasn't long before it came.

He watched as the Russian guns flickered to life with multiple flashes in the distance, followed shortly thereafter by several loud booms and dirt being thrown up all around them.

"Okay! They fired! Let's get out of here!" Yin yelled, and everyone quickly agreed. All three tanks throttled their engines to the max. First rotating 180 degrees, and then rushing back to the tip of the hill at full speed.

Yin, having the fastest tank, obviously got over the point first. Wincing slightly as his tank screeched when a shell bounced off the side, before they descended forward and behind the hill, and out of harms way. The second Sherman made it over and down the hill with no problems.

But the final Sherman, at the very moment it reached the top of the hill, Yin heard the telltale sound of the IS-2's 122 mm gun discharging. 1.2 seconds later, the Shermans engine exploded as a shell moving at 806 meters a second sheared through its armor.

The tank continued forward, using the memory of its engine that was its momentum to keep moving. It rolled down the hill, barely avoiding a collision the other Sherman, before slamming into a ditch and nearly tipping over. The tank then chose that moment to deploy its white flag.

"Echo knocked out! Sorry!" The commander of Echo tank apologized.

"Dammit!" Yin yelled and punched the roof of his tank, instantly regretting it as pain flared through his knuckles. "Alright. The plan hasn't changed. Let's make our way back to the town before they catch up." Yin said as he shook his throbbing hand, and the two remaining tanks shot off in the direction of the town.

The trap was set and ready. It was relatively simple, but would still be effective. Yin and his team gets Pravda's attention, and leads them to the city. Then, they'll split up and lead whoever follows them to one of multiple ambush points set up around the city. The intention was, that eventually Pravda would lose enough tanks that their could effectively launch an assault to wipe out whatever was left over. Everything was going as planned, until Yin radioed him to report the bad news.

"Jacob, we got a problem. Echo got knocked out. We're down to two now." Yin said.

Jacob swore. That would make things more difficult. "Understood. Continue as planed." He replied.

"Roger that."

Jacob rubbed his eyes and radioed his fellow ambushers. "Naomi, Alisa, are you two in position?"

"Yes. We've arrived and are on location." Naomi replied.

"As are we." Alisa echoed.

He nodded. "Good. Naomi, Echo got knocked out. So after our ambush get's triggered, we'll lead Pravda to your location instead of Echo coming to you."

"Understood."

Jacob took a deep breath and poked his head out of the cupola. His tank was in a small straight alleyway, the road both in front and behind him. The idea was that India would lead whoever followed her past his nose, and then he'd fire into the side of whatever tank was unfortunate enough to be in front. Then, he'd back out of the alley, and head to the next ambush point.

"Okay, they split up! Just as planned! We're leading them to you guys now!" Yin informed.

Jacob fist pumped. "Yes! Alright, we'll be waiting." He responded.

They were still some distance away, and he knew it would be at least a few minutes until India would get there. As he waited, he looked around, and his thoughts wondered off topic and he thought about what would happen if he were accidentally damaged something in the process of the ambush. These places were all someones property, someones home, and if he damaged something, would Saunders have to pay for it? Or would the Tankery League pay for it? Either way, they were both rich and could afford it, so he probably didn't have to worry. But what about damage to personal items? Like a picture? That kind of stuff couldn't be replaced all the time.

He looked around at the architecture. It was nice. The houses and stores he could see were aesthetically pleasing in his eyes. One reason being because they looked different from the traditional American homes he was used to. Seeing something new was a nice change.

He didn't know how long it had been when he suddenly snapped back to reality as a voice suddenly yelled into his ear. "We're almost there!" India exclaimed. That's when he realized he could hear the rumbling sound of tanks firing.

He quickly shook his head and climbed back down into his tank, shutting the cupola above him. "Okay, everyone get ready!" Jacob called to his crew.

About two minutes later, the sound of engines reached his ears. "Here we come!" India warned.

"Roger that." Jacob replied.

Sure enough, about thirty seconds later, India's Sherman flew past their hiding spot going as fast as it could go. "Get ready." Jacob drawled.

The front of a T-34-85 came into view.

"FIRE!"

The 90 mm fired, sending the AP shell screaming through the air at more then twice the speed of sound. The shell slammed into the side of the Russian made tank, easily piercing its side armor and knocking it out. The disabled T-34-76 jerk forwards as its sudden reduction of speed caused the T-34-85 behind it to slam into its rear end. It then tried to force its way past their knocked out ally, but got stuck between the tank and the building. It fired at the Pershing nonetheless, but only managed to hit a wall.

As all this was going on, the M26 Pershing had backed out of its ally and was now moving to the next position.

Meanwhile, Alisa and Yin's ambush was met with similar success.

Yin led his tails down the highway that cut through the middle of the large town. He grinned wildly as a shell blew up beside his tank, rocking it in the process. A good chase always got his adrenaline going.

"Keep swerving. Don't let them get a lock on us." Yin told his driver.

"Of course. Like I'd ever let them hit us." He playfully responded.

"How's our engine?"

"Still good." Kelly replied.

Satisfied, Yin nodded and looked out the top of the cupola. He recognized the off ramp they were supposed to take and quickly relayed an order to his driver.

The tank swerved to the right into the off ramp and slowed down slightly, so it wouldn't go flying off the edge of the road. It continued down until it found itself on a normal road flanked by houses, the group of Pravda's tanks sticking close behind him, only about 30 meters away at most.

As the Hellcat got ever closer to its destination, it suddenly stopped. And turned right into an alley road, bouncing a shell off its back plate before disappearing from Pravda's view.

The two T-34-76's, two T-34-85's, and the IS-2 all filed into single line and turned down the alleyway, only to see that the Hellcat had vanished. Each one rotated their turret's side to side, left to right, so they'd be ready for any sudden appearance of the tank destroyer.

All of a sudden, the fence on the right side of the column exploded, turning it into sending wooden shrapnel and sending it everywhere. Including onto the smoking barrels of the two American tanks on the other side of the fence.

The M18 and M4A1/76's shells each struck their targets, respectively hitting and destroying the IS-2 and a T-34-76 from only 10 meters away.

"We did it!" Alisa cried with both equal astonishment and exhilaration.

Yin smirked at her response. "Yep! We did! Now let's get the hell out of here!" Yin replied as the remaining three tanks drove up beside their destroyed comrades in an attempt to acquire a line of sight on the Sunders tanks, even running over the fence to do so.

Alisa blinked as realization the situation cut through her excitement. "Oh, right."

Both tanks backed away in opposite directions, turning around before running away through the hole in the fence they'd previously made. All the while the surviving tanks firing at them, creating shell holes all around them as they retreated.

"Okay, time for part two."

"If they keep shooting at us like this, they're gonna run out of ammunition soon." India commander said.

It was true. The entire time the two tanks been running to Naomi's position, the four tanks behind them had been shooting nonstop. They didn't hit of course, being on the move. But they got a few glances every so often.

Jacob just chuckled in response to India and put a hand to his radio. "Naomi, are you ready?"

"Since forever." She replied, sounding somewhat impatient.

"Excellent. We're almost there. ETA, two minutes."

"Understood."

Jacob grinded his teeth as another explosion rocked the tank, causing him to stumble and grab onto the side of the turret for support. He opened a hatch at the back of the turret in order so see the tanks distances. He judged them to be about 50 to 75 meters behind. Just as he started to observe the tanks in more detail, a T-34-85 fired a shot, that appeared to come straight at him.

He quickly shut the flap just as the shell exploded against the back of the turret, and he was forced to once again stabilize himself. "Huh, a high explosive shell. Guess they really are running out of ammo." He chuckled to himself.

Just as he told Naomi, about two minutes later, they arrived on site. It wasn't as complicated as the previous ambushes. Instead, it simply consisted of Naomi sitting atop a large hill in the road, overlooking a longer road that eventually split into a T intersection.

"Okay, here we come!" Jacob warned. Naomi leaned in and put her eye against the sight. She waited, and waited, and waited. Then, after what felt to her like an eternity, the M26 and M4 crossed the T intersection.

"They're about to cross... Now!"

Less then a second later, a T-34-85 came into view. And she fired.

The large tank equivalent of a revolvers hammer ignited the shells explosive powder, sending it from completely motionless to 884 meters a second, faster then the human eye could blink. The shell carried enough force to literally tip the poor tank onto its side, before a white flag proudly erupted from its exposed underside.

She took her eye away from the scope and let out a breath, allowing her face to relax as well. She gave the order to retreat, and at that moment a shell came in and landed right beside the tank. And her driver, startled by the sudden impact, accidentally made the tank go forwards and down the hill instead of backwards.

The Firefly continued taking fire as it drove down the hill, eventually moving out of view as the tank screamed to the right and down another road, blocking their view with buildings. The four tanks moved down the road, heading to where the Firefly disappeared. But as they neared, the Saunders Hellcat and M4A1/76 suddenly flew by them, just barley avoiding a collision.

The Pravda crews were surprised to say the least, but didn't let that stop them. They all edged forward into the road the tanks vanished down, ready to fire their guns on any retreating tanks they saw, only to immediately collide with their fellow teammates who had been pursuing the two.

Metal screeched and sparks flew as the Russian tanks barreled into the other Russian tanks at high speed. Some even carried enough momentum to drive up and onto the hulls of their teammates, temporarily getting stuck.

Eventually, after much yelling and confusion, the Pravda students managed to untangle themselves from the pileup, and they all took off to find the remaining tanks. But not in the same direction.

In the chaos, orders were misheard and misunderstood, sending tanks all over the place, down wrong roads and alleys. Some even accidentally drove into buildings.

The remains of Saunders team wasn't doing much better. The sudden appearance of the entire team had rattled some of them, causing them to make mistakes and take wrong turns just like Pravda, and members of the two teams would occasionally cross each other and fire some shots, though none hit.

If someone were looking at the situation from an overhead view, which was what the spectators miles away in the stands were seeing, they'd see a bunch of tanks panicking, randomly shooting and running around through what was essentially a giant maze of numerous X intersections. Basically, it was complete and total chaos.

Yin couldn't help but laugh to himself as he realized how similar the situation was to one of those Scooby Doo chase scenes he'd watched as a kid. The only thing missing that would complement the scene perfectly, would be the playing of the Benny Hill music.

After a ridiculous amount of time, both teams managed to straighten themselves out and regroup. The remains of Saunders team, with the exception of Yin who'd gone on perimeter watch duty, was in a parking lot between two buildings, devising a new plan of attack.

"What about a front on assault? I bet they wouldn't be expecting that." India commander suggested from her tanks cupola.

Jacob shook his head. "There's still a good chance we'd all be destroyed." He said as he tapped his fingers against the top of his tanks turret, where he was sitting.

"What if we try and surround them?" Yin suggested over the radio.

"They could easily break out of an encirclement."

Naomi sighed and rubbed her eyes. "This is why a commander makes the decisions, and not the troops."

Jacob scowled at her. "If I had been in command since the match started, I would be making all the decisions. However, I started halfway through, am commanding unfamiliar troops, and am against an opponent that I know next to nothing about. So forgive me if I feel inclined to listen to your guys' opinions." He explained informatively.

She paused, then shrugged. "I guess that's a good point."

Jacob sighed. Katyusha was definitely a difficult opponent. More then he thought she'd be based on her behavior. The leaned his head on his hand, bracing his elbow on his knee and thought for a second.

"What can you tell me about Katyusha?" Jacob asked.

Naomi shrugged. "She's really childish, and she doesn't hide her emotions well. But she's still a skilled leader and tactician."

"Alright. Can you tell me anything else?" He asked.

She shook her head. "I really don't know her that well. That's all I know."

Jacob put a hand to his chin and thought. It wasn't quite the information he wanted, but it was still information.

A flap abruptly opened on the hull of Naomi's Firefly, and the eyes of who he assumed to be the driver appeared. "Uh, I know that her favorite tank is the KV-2. Does that help?"

Jacob paused, then snapped his fingers as a plan came to mind. "Yes, it does very much. Thank you." He said to the girl before jumping into his tank and grabbing his headset.

He put the headset on his head and spoke, "Yin, do you read me?"

There was a moment of static before Yin responded. "Yeah. I'm here. What's up?"

"How close are you to our position?" He asked.

"I dunno. Maybe five minutes?"

"Perfect. I want you to change direction. You've got a new fire mission."

He could practically hear the smile in Yin's voice. "Sure. Just name my target."

"I want you to go out and find Pravda's KV-2. Knock it out, but make sure they know it was you who did it. Then haul ass away, but antagonize them if you can. When you've finished, contact me for new orders."

Yin didn't bother questioning the strange orders. He trusted his former commander. "Roger that. We're on the move." He said and cut connection.

Jacob sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"What exactly is that supposed to accomplish?" Alisa asked.

Jacob smiled. "You know how Yin was annoying Katyusha at the beginning of the match?" She nodded, and he continued. "Well, she already hates him and obviously wants to take him out. She won't fall for the same trick we've already pulled on her. But if we were to do something to irritate her, like destroying her favorite tank, she might get just mad enough to throw all logic out the window and have her entire team chase after him."

"And right into an ambush." Naomi finished as she realized his plan.

He nodded. "Precisely."

Katyusha was furious. She'd had them, almost the whole team, trapped firmly in her grasp. But then those stupid boys had to come in and ruin everything! And then they ran like cowards! Still, they'd destroyed a total of nine of Saunders tanks.

And yet, despite that obvious fact, instead of accepting their inevitable defeat, they decided to ambush her. HER! They dared try to make a fool of her in front of her subordinates. And then they ran away AGAIN!

She growled to herself. They would pay. She vowed, each and every one of them would pay.

"Your letting your anger invade your thoughts again." A voice cut through her mind.

She shook her head to clear her mind and glared at the person in the T-34-85 next to her. "I am not! Shut it Nonna!" She denied firmly.

Their tank platoon was situated in one of the towns parks. It was flat, coated by healthy green grass and decorated with trees and bushes. There was some sort of maintenance shed to their left, and a kids playground some distance away. As well as several buildings near the back of the park.

Nonna just smiled and looked to the horizon. "They've gotten better since the last time we fought. Saunders has never attempted ambushing an enemy force before. I think it's thanks to those boys."

Those boys. Just the thought of the one who insulted her made her blood boil with rage. She was not a midget! She was just a little shorter then the average girl.

"It won't help them. We're going to crush them just as I said we would." Katyusha asserted with determination in her voice.

Nonna gave no response other then to smile fondly at her.

Katyusha closed her eyes let a large breath out through her nose in an attempt to calm herself down. Nonna and her parents were always warning her not to let her anger get the better of her, but sometimes she just couldn't help it.

As she was organizing her thoughts, her eyes suddenly shot open as the sound of another tanks engine suddenly reached her ears. But before she could even attempt to find its origin, the Saunders M18 Hellcat burst through a pocket of bushes about 75 meters to their left, ruthlessly crushing the plants into the ground before charging at full speed towards them.

A scowl instantly set upon her face and she grabbed for the radio. "All tanks, destroy that pathetic piece of junk!" She yelled authoritatively.

The six remaining tanks rotate their turrets towards the new threat, and some even moved their hulls as well. But the M18 had gotten very close in the time it took to turn their guns.

Only two of the tanks managed to get a shot off, but both missed. One shot going high, and one just barely missing the tank on its left side.

During its advance, it had been turning its turret to the left. And as the tank looked like it was going to collide with the KV-2, it suddenly swerved to the right, and everything seemed to slow down.

The large firing pin that was cocked when the Hellcat's breech opened was released, allowing the firing pin to strike the primer, which in turn ignited the explosive powder of the HVAP shell.

Less then half a second later, the high velocity armor piecing shell moving at 1,036 meters per second, and capable of penetrating more then 200 mm of armor, breezed through the 75 mm front armor of the KV-2.

It lurched back on its suspension as the shells explosion and kinetic energy spread into the entirety of the metal behemoth. It was knocked out before anyone could try to do something about it.

The final metaphorical kick in the nuts was the musical horn that blared from the tank as it ran away.

It was too much. The insults, ruining her plan, leading her into a trap, knocking out her favorite tank, and finally having the impertinence to mock her with a musical horn. Katyusha could feel her anger growing. Like a volcano slowly filling with lava, before eventually erupting. And erupt she did.

"THAT! IS! IT!" She screamed to the heavens at the top of her lungs. She angrily grabbed the radio mic and pressed the button. "Chase down that tank and OBLITERATE HIM!"

The tankers hesitated at first.

"Katyusha, this-" Nonna attempted to say.

"I DON'T CARE! DESTROY HIM! RAZE HIS TANK TO THE GROUND!" Katyusha viciously cut her off.

"But what if-" One of her subordinates started.

"I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE! ANNIHILATE THAT TANK OR ELSE YOU'LL ALL FEEL MY WRATH!"

That was enough to scare the tankers into motion.

Meanwhile, Yin and his crew were laughing up a storm.

The horn had was courtesy of the soundboard and speakers they had installed into their tank a while ago. There was no real purpose for the device, other then the fact that they could play a number of sounds and songs to further both an enemy's irritation, and a situations hilarity.

He grabbed his headset and put it on. "This is Yin. Mission successful, and Pravda is currently pursuing us." He said, grabbing onto the interior as an explosion rocked the tank. "Quite viciously I might add. Currently standing by for new orders."

He heard static for a few seconds, before Jacobs voice came through. "Nice work." He said. "Okay, head to point 0816. We'll be waiting there with an ambush for them."

"Understood and on our way."

A depression in the ground, a quarter of a mile in diameter, surrounded by hills. Essentially a bowl in the earth. That was the site they'd picked to end Pravda.

They all had their spots. The Sherman was hidden in a bush atop a hill on the left side. The turret of the Pershing was poking just over the hill, with the clearing in view. The Firefly was parked just behind the crest of a hill, ready to move forward as soon as Pravda arrived. And finally, the M4A1/76 was behind the hills on the far right, ready to move forward and circle around Pravda after they arrived to trap them.

As the sound of booms and rumbling approached, crews got their tanks ready for the impending firefight. Barrels were loaded, and engines were revved. Adrenaline filled everyone's bodies, waiting to be used and enhance their hosts muscles.

Five seconds later, Yin's Hellcat flew over the crest of the hill, soaring several feet into the air before arcing as the laws of gravity took effect, and the front treads slammed into the ground. Its gun barely managing to avoid doing the same. It recovered quickly, using the remains of its momentum to keep moving forwards, and away from its interceptors.

Speaking of said interceptors, the five remaining T34's drove up and over the hill behind the Hellcat, never ceasing their shelling. They perused the Hellcat at full speed, so focused on their actions they didn't see the hidden tanks, nor come to realize the M4A1/76 was flanking them.

And then, as Yin led Pravda into the center of the depression, everything happened.

Katyusha's tank was finally able to land a lucky shot on the venerable back end of the Hellcat, causing it to explode and careen to the side. But as she celebrated, The rest of Saunders tanks sprung into motion.

Echo and Jacob's tanks both picked their targets and fired. Naomi's tank reached the top of the hill and lined its sights before launching its own shell. And before Pravda could even think about escaping, Alisa's Sherman reached the point where Pravda had crossed into the depression, effectively trapping them.

The term slaughter was the only word that could describe what happened next.

Several seconds later, it was all over. And as the Russian tanks burned, the announcer spoke out.

"ALL PRAVDA TANKS KNOCKED OUT! SAUNDERS IS THE VICTOR!"

As much as Jacob tried not to, he had to allow himself a smug smile as his tank drove to the spectator stands. Although their victory could hardly be called that, it was still technically one. But it was sloppy more then anything. They started with fifteen tanks, and ended with four. No one could call a good statistic, not based on how the battle had actually went.

The crews of the knocked out Saunders tanks swarmed the four remaining ones, cheering and yelling their congratulations and praise. Jacob shook his head. They certainly were an enthusiastic bunch.

Jacob and his crew, along with the crews of the other three remaining tanks climbed out of their vehicles to celebrate with their fellow teammates. But as they did, the Pravda tankers shambled over. Katyusha and Kay respectively stepped towards one another as everyone else mingled around.

Katyusha sighed. "That was a good win, I guess. Congratulations." She muttered.

Kay gave her a bright smile. "Thanks! We had a great time. You really almost got us there at the beginning." She admitted. "If the boys hadn't been delayed and shown up to save us, we would've been toast."

She nodded. "I... Suppose they are pretty good, as much as I hate to admit it. If it weren't for them, things would've turned out differently."

"Yeah." She agreed with a nod.

Katyusha opened her mouth to say something else, but stopped and narrowed her eyes angrily as Yin walked into view. Instead of a smug, victorious smile that she expected, he had a kind gentle one.

He opened his mouth and spoke. "For what it's worth, none of it was personal. Besides against you acting all arrogant. It was all just part of the game." He held out his hand. "You're definitely a worthy opponent, and I'd love to fight you again some day."

Her eyes softened, and she scrutinized his outstretched hand. After several seconds of intense contemplation, she slowly reached out her smaller hand and shook it honestly. Then, she promptly released his hand and kicked him hard in the shin with her boot.

"Ow!" He yelled and jumped back. He glared at Katyusha's smug face, then rolled his eyes. "I suppose I did deserve that." He mumbled as he rubbed his now sore shin.

"Well, I suppose we should head back. Our tanks need to be repaired after all." Katyusha proclaimed.

Kay waved a hand dismissively. "Oh come on! There'll be plenty of time for that later. Stay a while, let's have some fun." She insisted.

Katyusha blinked, surprised. She looked conflicted, but then Nonna elegantly appeared from behind her and said, "We do not have anything planned for the rest of the day. I don't see any harm in spending some time with them."

Jacob shrugged. "Yeah. Besides, hanging out with your opponents is probably one of the best ways to get over a defeat." He added.

She paused, then sighed with a look of resignation. "Alright, fine. I suppose it would be okay to stick around for a little bit. But not too long!" She stressed.

Kay shrugged. "Sure, no problem with that. Now first things first. Food! To the cafeteria!" She declared loudly, causing a near stampede as everyone rushed in the direction of the free food. In the mess he saw Yin and Ethan being carried along with the crowd.

Jacob, lucky enough to be out of their path, just shook his head in amusement, then moved to follow in a much more dignified manner. All the while hoping that their future battles would go just as good, if not better then the one they'd finished.

A/N: Done. Now, you should all know something. I plan to do a moderate rewrite of my story. You may wonder why, so I'll tell you. I have been discussing things with one of my followers, Hauptman, a very intelligent person and an excellent writer, and we discussed the discrepancies in my story. I originally planned to have my plot detailing Saunders going through the World Championship. But, I planned to keep all the characters we know and love in the story. Now why this doesn't work, is because it wouldn't make sense for the World Championship to take place in the same school year as the anime and movie take place. So a year later would be the soonest time it could take place. But in that time, many third year characters would've graduated, which means they couldn't realistically have a place in my story. I knew this when I started this story, but I chose to ignore it. A decision I've come to regret now. So, after some more discussion, Hauptman made some suggestions which I liked. So now, I'm going to get rid of the World Championship idea, and perhaps make this a two part story instead where the second part details the WC, but that doesn't matter right now. What matters to you all right now, my followers, is that I'm going to go back through my chapters and do a small re-write with them, just to get rid of the WC details. I still have a tournament planned for this stories future, but it will be very different from one's we've seen in the show so far. About a week from the day I post this chapter I'm going to post an authors note to inform all the people who don't read authors notes of this, so don't get your hopes up for an early chapter when you see the alert. That's all I have to say for now.

Please review and tell me what you think, and as always, I'll see you next time.