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The tank rattled violently as the large tires careened over the remains of the wall. There were no fucking seatbelts in this thing, she could feel herself bounce several inches off the seat, and only her reflexes kept her from slamming forward into the windshield when she cut back on the throttle right as the tank dropped from the hole down and collided with the heavy crates on the other side. Her stomach lurched as the tank won, grinding through as she jerked hard on the wheel, skimming the opposite wall. The main passage was big, but it was not designed to have a tank go through it.

Edeena spent this time productively, cursing like a sailor with Tourette's.

"Fuck! Shit! Athame's tits!"

[Rebecca] dialed on her omni-tool as she navigated a half ton of metal and guns. After the third ring, she started drumming her fingers on the rough steering wheel. "Pick up, pick up, pick up."

"Blood Pack merc." Veto said a moment before the tank rolled over the surprised vorcha with a tiny bump. "Five points!"

When the call connected, [Rebecca] could instantly deduce the reason for the delay. Namely, it sounded like someone was getting beat to death with their own spine in the background.

"Hey, boss!"

There was a few meaty thwacks before Aethyta's gruff voice came through. "Hey, employee!"

"Eclipse mercs." Bump, rumble. "Ten points."

Bullshit, [Rebecca]'s more uninhibited processes thought. There were three of them. She taught Veto to count better than that!

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