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"You called me?" Andou asked, walking into the room where Rosehip, Gotierrez and Maken were already waiting for her.

"So, dear." Maken began. "How is the team search going?"

"Outside of my girls bringing our flag tanks, nothing." Tan-skinned girl responded with heavy tone. "The rest isn't good enough."

"You think?"

"Yes."

"And how many tanks we need to field there?" Rosehip questioned, tilting slightly forward.

"Twenty. They apparently brought R35's and FT-17's back to the main line-up." Andou responded, then looking at Gotierrez. "And what are you doing here?"

"Telling you that all my eight Nahuels are with me as separate unit?" He answered ironically.

"Fine by me if you don't interrupt me." Andou nodded. "But we still need eleven more."

"Well, since our Hellcat got accepted after adding symbolic armor on the top..." Rosehip spoke up, slowing her tone down for dramatic effect. "My clan brings in three tanks."

"eleven minus three equals eight." Andou concluded.

"I just got a text from Dominican and Dominicana clans." Maken added. "They seem to wanna join, which gives us four more."

"Mhm... And the last four?"

"I pull some strings here and there." Gotierrez smiled confidently. "I heard some people wanted to show their funky tanks in the field..."

"Oh, wow... Our team seems to be ready." Jajka commented, placing her phone back into the pocket while Eclair rolled on her back and then stood up from the bed.

"Really? May I ask what it is then?" She responded while a fellow transfer counted something in her head.

"FCM 1A, eight Nahuels DL-43, M40 Nimrod, A30 Challenger, M18 Hellcat, three Strv L-60, one FT-17, Panzer IV/70 (E) and three CV 33's. Fairly varied team." Jajka concluded, looking up at the Vickers Vanguard flying away form the schoolship.

"Oh right, Nonna and Klara are returning to Pravda." Eclair commented, sighing deeply. "I do wonder why Andou didn't pick rest of us. I mean, of our group."

"Personal preferences. That's what Maken told me at least." Jajka responded, walking up to her and pacing a hand on her shoulder. "Maybe next time she'll see your growth."

"Oui, we have to keep moving on I guess..."

"You know, I don't understand something." Maiko said, as she and Uszka walked down the solid pavement towards Bonple's Sensha-do team storage rooms.

"Why are we going here at this time of a day?" Uszka responded, rising an eyebrow.

"Kind of-!"

"Psst! Go in here!" Pierogi interrupted her, waving her hand for them to walk throu the side doors into the way more modern and bigger room to their right.

"Mhm." Both of them quickly nodded, running up to the doors and going into the badly lighted room before Pierogi closed the doors behind them.

"Glad to see you girls make it here." Pierogi said to them, walking away towards the light switch.

"Why so sudden?" Meiko asked her, before she switched the lights and revealed a pair of Heuschrecke 10's and a Maus.

"The Ratte wasn't working so we had to use the parts into other way. Still wondering how Krakus got Federation to accept it."

"And why are you telling us that?" Uszka asked.

"She wants you two to command Heischreckers while I get the Maus. She didn't wanted to reveal her own flag tank for the battle to stop eventual spies." Pierogi explained, flicking a second switch and revealing a short fluffy in Bonple's uniform tied to the wall with flex tape." Isn't that right, Sergeant Oddball?"

"No, we have no idea on what happened to her. I am sorry." Pekore responded, having a rather troublesome conversation on the phone at the table. "Mhm, mhm... Perhabs people at Sudamericana know a thing, try calling them and see if they can help. We aren't capable in intel gathering at the moment..." She paused, as Assam walked in. "Thank you, wish you luck."

"Pekore? What happened?" Assam asked while her superior put the phone down.

"Assam, we need to get your department back into full shift." She responded, making her slightly flinch. "Someone forgot that it's still just a martial art... Again..."

"You called anonymously!" Maken shouted from the seat of his office, engaging in a verbal firefight with some woman from the other side of the phone call.

"I don't care you shitling! You are meant to come back in a instant and attend the Matura exam! That is an order!"

"I stopped listening to your orders ten years ago. Has the alcohole drain your memory?"

"You won't be calling me names like that!"

"So you can call me like that?"

"I am your Mother!"

"Only by blood. Otherwise I would never move to Japan."

"And what would your Father think?! Huh?"

"Lucky him he could left her." Maken snorted, having no response come from the other side. "Listen here, you little freak. Because of you I have a lot of shit in my head. A lot. And just as I got myself on the straight line, you came here. I don't even know how you got to call me when you can't go for a minute without vodka!" He paused again, having no response. "Tell you what, take yourself into peaceful retirement home, get the addiction out for good. Then we can talk." He finished, ending the call as he heard a knocking on his door. "Come in."

"Why so rude?" Andou asked, walking in with hesitance.

"You know, not everyone has loving parents." Maken rolled his eyes, then looking back at her while placing his phone down in the desk.

"And you didn't?" She asked again, closing the doors while Maken nodded sadly. "Oh, sorry."

"It's fine, it's fine... From this viewpoint that is." Maken stood up, tilting his head left and right. "I think she realised something on this one."

"Really? How do you know?"

"She stopped interrupting me at some point. Never happened in my entire life."

"... I can see you force your smile down."

"Joy from other's suffering isn't my ideal of happiness. Even if the back of my head tells otherwise."

"That bad?"

"That bad, especially with dad working as a miner in Chile, only Bulgarian thing I have are his genes and some words he taught me."

"So you could look for engagement in Yogurt, then?"

"Not really, huge majority of me is Polish." Maken shrugged his arms. "Also, Bonple actually took intrest in me so I repayed them as good as I could."

"I see, still freaked out on how casual you are about it." Andou nodded, walking up to him close enough to feel his deep breaths.

"You taught me to let go off things. I just use the lesson in practise." Maken shrugged his arms, looking back at his phone. "Oh, what now?" He asked as he picked it up. "Halo?"

"Boss, it's me."

"Nakiyama. You sound in a hurry."

"I know, but Oarai has one of his students gone AVOL during the infiltration of Bonple."

"Hold on, but they got a match against St. B-S-T!"

"I know, ot freaks me out too. But they still need your help."

"Gotcha, tell them I'll do the trick." Maken smiled, creating a long bone in his second hand before ending the call. "Shucks, I didn't knew I still could to that."

"Are you sure you can do this?" Andou asked him, not even bothering to stop him directly.

"I can, and even if not..." Maken smiled back, looking at her tenderly. "I still have to come back to you."

"Oh!"

And then they... Hugged (You though kissed?).