Maken pow:

"So... Reggia and Beatrice are staying in our school. However, they are paying a fine, get sour reprimend and their functions as clan representatives are revoked and being granted for you two." I said, having a short talk with tall raven-haired girl called Nassau and Andou.

"I gladly accept this responsibility." Nassau responded, her light blue eyes flashing with resolve.

"Nice to hear it, but how about you Andou?" I asked the second person, gladly shaking hands with the first one as she was leaving my office.

"I don't know, actually... I doubt that I will make for the good leader." Andou responded, looking around with excusatory face.

"Nonsense! BC Freedom didn't allow you to spread the wings and battle with Bonple was just you taking wrong place at the wrong time. Besides, I saw and heard about your participation in the training the first day you came here and this Dominicanian escapade against Blue Division before we fought Jaktasota. And let me tell you, I was more than pleased." I comforted her, making her suprised at my attention towards intel gathering. "Besides, mistakes are still a learning experience if you're smart enough think th over. And we both know that you're not a dunce." I added, walking up to her and lightly patting her shoulder. "So what do you say, Rena? Why not try to say it? Just once?" I asked her again, making a weak smile just to convince her by sheer generousness of my offer.

"I will, but I need something extra. I don't think my clan will just prefer me over others in this category." Andou responded, making me smile as it produced to me an opportunity.

"How about I buy your clan tanks? Our school is filfthy rich after all and me financing others Sensha-do shopping is our popular custom and you know it." I retored with an offer, looking at her face changing from unsire to delighted.

"Tank-s, not a single one?" She asked again, opportunistic confidence emitating from her body posture as she put the accent on plural end of the word .

"Two, to be precise. And they won't be super good to avoid budget overextension and pretensions from other clans." I said, exploiting the lack of details in my first offer.

"Fair enough, now let's get down to shopping." Andou responded, smiling as we shaked our hands in agreement.

Narrator pow:

"So this is the place?" Andou asked, standing in front of the tank depo, quite a vertical type of place as long as we speak about available tanks, althrough the quality of storaged vehicles was more often than not doubtful.

"Yup. I'm walking in for what we came for and you can do whatever you want in a meantime, go back to CTMS-1TB1 and rest or something, I don't know." Maken responded, walking throu the gate and turning left right after to greet the salesman.

"I guess I can stay back in the tank. Not like I have the driving license..." Andou thought, turning around and going back to the parking lot where their tank was parked. "On the upside, I wasn't really that much around the mainland since I joined this school, so at least I can see how beautiful the industrial suburbs can be." She ironically said to herself, hopping onto the tank's back and looking around the calm and surpisingly empty for early afternoon streets.

"Excuse me yoing lady, can I intrest you in something to sell?" A sudden, delicate voice with french accent struck me, making me nearly jump in place as I turned around and faced standing behind me medium-sized girl with long black hair and a large sport bag in hand. "I sell rocks." She added, her light blue eyes flashing against the Sun, which led me to sudden realisation about who I was encointered by.

"Eclair, that's you? How did you ended up as a hawker?" I asked her in suprise, not even trying to keep my composure.

"Oui, it's me. Maginot and BC Freedom aren't so diffrent as some would claim them to be." She responded, sighing deeply. "And you are Andou, if I remember correctly." She said back, her eyes starting into mine as if they tried to steal my soul.

"Yes, that's me. I just got lucky with joining the Sudamericana after her owner invited me by mail after BC Freedom kicked me out." I responded, jumping from the tank back to her.

"Sudamericana? You're so lucky..." Eclair said, grabbing herself by the stomach on instinct.

"This work isn't enough for medicine, I guess." I said, grabbing her bag into my hands in the act of compassion.

"Oh Andou! May I never make mistake of offering you coming with me inside any place." Maken joined in, a jolly face expression making me feel both happier and more nervous. "And for you, Eclair. I am Maken Bialgovski, people in Sudamericana call me Caudillo or A man who runs the place." He quickly switched his attention to my conversation partner, giving her a helping hand as she fought her stomach ache.

"Ugh... Hello to you... Sir..." Eclair stuttered, her face turning red.

"Andou, please stay here and wait for Saint Lucia clan to show up with transport while I ride with her for medicine. If S-T won't give you a ride etll them they get spanked by me tomorrow!" Maken quickly reacted, leaving me on my own as he grabbed Eclair in birdal style and jumped with her into the tank. "Also, I'm not Sir, but a seventeen-year-old boy with ambition and high standards towards myself." He added as he clooed the cuppola and left the parking lot with smoking tracks. A feat unreal by the tracks physics and design, but then again our tanks were modified by a lot.

" And now what am I gonna do?" I thought, picking a card from the pocked in my jacket with few phone numbers. Most of them labeled as Saint Lucia clan members.

Adelaide pow:

"Ya boo snobs! Where is your lover?" I asked jokingly, driving the tow truck in front of the tank depo to make loading easier.

"What the hell! Why did you not get arrested!?" Andou exclaimed from the pavement, not ever realising what did O say to her.

"Apparently driving license for the tank provides more types of vehicle to drive than just a tank, like trucks and vans!" I laughed at her cluelessness while my clanmates went inside for the goods wh had to grab in. "Now hop inside and give me a company or Maken forgets we brought him that Tog II." I added, waving my hand for her to come in.

"All right, let's get there." Andou responded with annoyed face, my personal favourite of expessing myself.

Andou pow:

"*Long wheeze* Why did you smoke did treats inside!? What the hell!?" I asked as I nearly fall face-down while walking out of Adelaide's truck.

"My truck, my rules, my smoked dog treats! Get a driving license yourself or stop complaining!" The driver responded, turning the engine off and existing it right after me and going right away towards the back of the truck. "Now come over here and look what Maken bought for you!" She added, getting to the unpacking the tanks.

As for the tanks themselves, they weren't bad. Because for as much as AMC-34 was saveable mostly by future upgrade of it's gun from 25mm to 47mm, AMX-40 was just... No, not funny. It was good choice. Fairly balanced armor, 47mm cannon which would help us with ammo supply for both of these tanks and other minor advantages it had made him near-perfect addition to help our slow behemoth with howitzer as it's main gun.

"Okay, I took a look and I'm glad these two are taken in." I said, smiling widely as I looked at it in it's full glance.

"And you will get just as good of a crew to drive them! Six crew members that is." Maken joined in, walking towards me with Eclair and five other students I recognized as members of my clan.

"You already know me, and I will be AMX-40 commander." Eclair said first, making polite smile as she spoke, recognition that she was a Maginot student.

"Orlean, AMX-40 Gunner." A tall boy with bald head said, dusting off his peanut butter-coloured cargo pants.

"Felice, new driver for AMX-40." The short girl with curly red hair said, saluting while doing so.

"I am Cayenne, your brand new AMC 34 commander!" Medium-sized girl that looked to me like blonde imitation of Hana Isuzu from Oarai added, waving her tiny fan with nonchlancy.

"My name is Louis and I will be helping Cayenne as gunner." Medium-sized boy with short black hair added, tying his hands on his back.

"Plus me, Noumea. I will be driver of your AMC-34." The last person, a tall girl with long blonde hair, said as she smiled with confidence.

"Just so you know, they all joined after learning I enrolled here." Eclair said afterwards, almost as if she defender herself from accusations.

"No problem. I'm glad our clan has bigger club now." I responded, getting into handshakes and hugs with them as a means of positive start of our new cooperation.

Author pow:

Hi there, I'm just to leave two things after this short chapter:

1. I give credits to fellow FFN writer: KosherMommyMilkers (Damn, I'm lucky I rated this fic as M in the beginning) for giving me inspiration to include Eclair in the story with his fic: Lightning. (Link for everyone who's intrested in checking his inspiring for me fic out: https/m./s/14091497/1/Lightning)

2. Before you ask: "Why AMX-40 is included? He was never built!" I tell you why I put in fic describtion "Slightly AU". I did because I wanted to include tanks just as AMX-40 and avoid historical inconsistancies, a deadly thing for such history-refrencing Medium as Girls und Panzer. So to clarify: This is AU where ALL prototype tanks during WW2 were made and used in combat (Even those who barely were put on paper or had scaled wooden mock-up, these counted too.) during WW2.

That's all for now, see you in next chapter where something more happens.

Author.