Boston University, 14th of September 2015, Afternoon:
The sun was setting in the horizon, cars were seen streaming through the streets, clouds covered the orange sky. Through the hallways of the 3rd floor of the club section of the university, there's a door, just beside the university's media room, the window covered with pitch black colour, with written there the word, 'War Room' and 'High Ranking Personnel Only'.
Inside, a room with multiple wardrobes and shelves storing dozens and dozens of boxes filled with files, with labels put on each, and then there's another door on the right, made entirely of quality dark oak wood, with a sign that read, 'War Room'. Within the room, 21 people wearing khaki long sleeved buttoned shirts with ties which half of it hid behind the shirt, along with some rank insignias and logo of their tankery team's symbol, khaki trousers, and with shiny black shoes, discussing with each other.
A large table can be seen in the middle of the room, with a lamp hanging on the ceiling that was yet on, with the modern lights still lit the room. There were also portraits of previous commanders, with their names and the year of their time as a commander, all lined up on the wall, with both the American flag and the tankery team's flag hanging on both ends.
Then, the main commander, Ronald Murphy, interrupted the others and began talking. "Alright, quit with the chit chat, now let's talk of our future opponent, the Fort Nelson Tankery team. Now, Molly, you may begin."
Then, a young woman, Molly Donovan, stepped forward, with multiple files on her hands, before then putting some down on the table. "I've gathered multiple pieces of information from the internet and from alumni's regarding this team, and I'd say they're quite fascinating." She then began reading. "Fort Nelson Tankery Team, is a team that is based in the Northern Hemisphere of Canada, in the province of Alberta, in the not so small town of Fort Nelson which resides mostly quite wealthy families and very rich families, mostly military families, in the Fort Nelson Academy, which is a private institution that has an education level from playgroup to senior high school." She continued, "From the 1950's to the 80's, they were known to be the most powerful tankery team in the world. Some accounts from the alumnis stated that they once employed some very unorthodox tactics of hit and shoot."
"Well, isn't that basically what you always do in every match?" Said Sean Connolly in a teasing tone.
"Hush! That was none of your business." Molly coughed. "Anyways, as I said before, they were pretty unorthodox in their matches. Although, they had a massive change in doctrine or style somewhere around the mid 70's, switching from their usual light speedy tanks to medium and heavy tanks. It was until their eventual defeat in 1986 world tournament in the final stages against a temporary joint tankery team between two rivalling Japanese clans, that is the Nishizumi's and the Shimada's, in which it was said that two future heirs delivered the final ending shot to the flag tank, using the same tactics they Fort Nelson used some years prior."
Then there was a brief quiet moment, as Molly switched to another paper. "Then there was the 1987 market crash, which caused the team to cease its activity for 3 decades. They have just opened up a week ago, and from some connections I have, they're being instructed by 3 officers from the Canadian Armor Corp, which last time I heard they were undergoing modernization and were just equipped with actual tanks some time ago. Three of the officers once served in Afghanistan, but as infantry, so they may lack much real skills in tank-to-tank battle. They might just give those kids basic lessons."
Murphy nodded, he thinked to himself, before then he asked. "Canada is a part of the Commonwealth Tankery Federation, right? I heard they would share resources and experience with each member, no aid from them at all?"
"Uhh, about that.." Molly checked the other papers, until after a few minutes, she found some sections and read them. "As for the involvement of the Commonwealth Tankery Federation, teams from like Britain that is Joint ANGSCOT of the St Bennett's College and the Black Watch team, are currently occupied in assisting the ANZAC team, and also occupied with assisting some teams from other nations, that being the Polish Zel- I'm not even trying to spell that. The Irish Eiren.. Umm.. Yeah, not spelling that, they're pretty much neglected." she cleared her throat.
"Is that all?" Asked Murphy.
"Well..." Molly grabbed the other papers and continued. "Now for the composition of the team that I got. The team consists of 38 members, 8 officers and 30 normal members, 5 Ram Sherman's equipped with 6 pounder guns and Besa machine guns which will do nothing towards the frontal armor of our Sherman's. Two M3A5's with the 37mm guns and 30. calibre machine guns, definitely won't stand a chance. Then there's the Churchill III, heavy, slow, well protected, equipped with the 57mm guns and the Besa machine guns, which will be the only thing that can seriously harm our tanks. About my comment earlier of them being fascinating, their team basically brought most of the revolutionary and wild tactics in tankery! They're the ones' who brought hit and ram, hit and run, and a side salvo which is basically a bunch of light tanks lining up on the sides and firing a salvo while being on the move like those naval warfare in the 17th century!"
Murphy released a heavy sigh. "Well, as fascinating as you say that is. So what you're basically saying is that we're going to face another weak team... and worse of all its a bunch of high schoolers from a nation full of people who always says sorry and without much experience?" he sighed and cursed under his breath. "Damn it..."
He then looked back up, sighing heavily. "Since we're going to be facing only some small team from the middle of nowhere, we'll be needing only a company or so of Sherman's and a platoon as a reserve, along with only a platoon of Calliopes and the usual scouts. Aiden, you'll take the bulge of the force with you and a platoon of Sherman's from Anvil company. You may suck, but I doubt they'll be much of a problem since they're still new. Hiro, I want half of your forces to act as reserves in case shit went 180. Bridget, I'll have only 1/3 of your Calliope force to be present in case Aiden's forces face some actual meaningful resistance. We're not gonna spend hundreds of thousands more dollars to glass some small ass team from nowhere with paper tanks." Murphy moved his hand, drag his index finger at the point in the map on the table with an open area. "They're going to be around here, probably using ambush tactics, no need for early bombardment. No need for extensive jamming, only recon. Incase they aren't here however. Molly, I want you and your platoon to search around this area." He dragged his fingers, drawing an imaginative box. The commanders nodded in agreement, Murphy sighed once more, he looked out the window towards the river outside just across the road, with the sun setting on the horizon. "That's all for today, dismissed."
As all the commanders began walking out from the room, Murphy halted Molly while still standing near the window. "Molly, mind if I ask you questions?" Molly stopped, before then she looked back at him, with a confused look. "Yes? What do you need?"
"Where do you get all your information? I don't really mind if you get those from bribing, hacking, or whatever it is. I'm just curious about this connection of yours.. I don't want one of my commanders or any of my members to be involved in blackmailing with questionable means if you know what I mean since you're a female. Mind if you?" Asked Murphy while still looking out the window.
"Well, obviously I don't do those, or else my mom would've caught me right away." Said Molly in a confident tone.
"Then, mind telling me who this connection of yours is?" Murphy asked once more.
"Well... A secret makes a woman... woman." Molly giggled from her last remark."
"Tsk... As expected. Alright, you can go now." Murphy sighed, as Molly walked out from the room. He murmured under his breath. "Stupid woman... So hard to understand and reach." He then turned the lights off, before then walking out from the room, going back to his apartment.