Armed
Loud Residence
01 07 2018
0658 Hours
Royal Woods, Michigan
The lights lit up the object before them. It had a 120mm gun, a coaxial .50 calibre and 20mm. It was bulky but sleak. The turret was massive, easily the size of a small pickup. The vehicle had four two feet wide tracks. Lisa was on the side of the tank, she had removed a small panel and began to work on something. That was when the massive metalic beast roared to life.
"Lisa!" Lincoln said in shock, "You built a tank?"
"Yes, this is the mark fifteen dash B heavy assault weapon."
"But why?"
"Well you see, dear brother, I built this just in case if we were ever to get raided by a government organiz- err I mean a terrorist organization, looking to steal my life's work, I would have the upper hand. Now I just need to run a few more tests before it is ready to-"
"A few more?" Lola asks in worry. "We need to leave now!"
"Negative, I still need to test this vehicle on whether the engine is viable."
"Lisa." Lincoln speaks in a tone that demands her attention. "We need to go, you're injured, we're trapped. It's pointless to stay. This bunker is a death trap."
Lisa just stood there looking at the papers of recorded info. Science was her passion, her very life's meaning. Taking it away was like making her no longer drink water. She knew Lincoln was right, but Lisa's kept making her think 'It will only take a minute.' Before she could decide herself, a very loud bang was heard from the hatch. Without thought, Lincoln whipped around with his rifle and fired a shot towards the now wide open hatch. The Russian peaking in was hit in the head by the bullet and fell backwards. The hatch slammed back shut. Lori began to take charge, "Everyone in the tank now! Lisa, it's clear we can't stay. Get in!"
Lori suddenly grabs Lisa and places her near one of the hatches as the others climbed in. The sound of the hatch opening is heard when a Russian VDV yells, "Granata dlya vas cyka!" The yell was followed by the bang from a small piece of metal falling down the ladder. Lori saw the black ball with a strange white cap on it rolling on the floor. Just as she turned her head, Lori was suddenly pulled into the tank.
The hatch slammed shut when a small explosion went off outside. Lori had to climb her way through the turret into the driver seat of the tank. It was completely unlike Vanzilla. The seat was crammed with switches and buttons. Luckily everything was marked out.
Lincoln took charge of the main gun, the turret was more roomy than the driver seat, but that space was taken up by Lynn, who was disignated as the loader, and Lisa as now the commander. Lana was given the job as the mechanic. Luna was put into the position of operating the automated .50 on the top of the turret. Leni, Lily, Lucy, and Lola stayed in the back seating area of the tank, where they had a bit more room than the rest of the tank. Luan somehow got the job of monitoring the radio, the seat to the right of the driver.
The engine to the tank finally roared to life, however the engine was not an ordinary diesel engine. It didn't have the usual rumble or growl but instead it had more of a hum. Lori had a barely anything to see out of, only three view slots facing the front. Lisa presses a small button on a controler when the tank suddenly jolts upward. Lori could see what looked like the walls were lowering.
In reality, the platform they were sitting on was rising. The drive began to open up to let the tank rise to ground level. Lori now sees the burning Vanzilla and the rest of the driveway before her. Immediately, gunfire crosses her sight as the Russians open up with everything they have.
Things have gotten pretty interesting, wouldn't you say? But this war has only just begun. Always expect the unexpected.