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She waited for him to finish. In the meantime, the driver decided to get out of the tank to do something, probably with the engines or the tracks, since they required maintenance.

Once handed the headset to her, she handed back to her radio operator. She would look at the package that was slowly handed to her. She said, "Revenge? We don't even know where the enemies are. This is going to be troublesome.....And what's in the package to have such cautious?"

"That's just what he said to me, take it as you will." Christofer would reply to the whole 'revenge' part. He himself wasn't fully sure on if Zilberschlag ment revenge on the enemy or the camp itself; that man was kinda hasty when it came to agressors anyway...
"A scroll of his, commanders', words. Those will, for now, be your orders." The boy would once again explain casually, before switching to the more humble tone again. "Uh, you know... Some people are very sharply noting of details and will not tolerate any sorts of harm done to their words as they like to be respected and taken seriously..." He'd nervously rub his feet together, trying to make it look like he was just switching the leg he was leaning more on so that it wouldn't get sore.

(Skip, would like the Germans in the tavern town joy themselves )

She can't help but gave a smile and said, "I'll take care of it." She turned to her radio operator, "Tell the men to mobilize." The radio operator saluted and popped down the hatch. She turned back to Chrisfoer and slowly and carefully opens the package. In the background, the driver gave a grin for some reason....

The scroll would contain information on the recent events, maps full of plans and guidance and then some individual notes. There were also some less confirmed information, suspicions, on several smaller notes. All of the writing was nicely written, neat and official, clear.

Christofer looked at the officer as they'd read through the scrolls, not knowing hiself what was written there. Occasionally he'd look a bit around, trying to not seem pressuring. The grin of the driver creeped him out partly. Why were they doing that? The boy would lean and step back a bit, ensuring that he'd have an escape route or at least a chance for it due to the distance.
Christofer would still wait for the officer to be done reading the message...

[ Despite the ugly old profile picture, he shall be a furry here ]


The tavern was a lively place indeed. It was one of the places where some would come to spend their freetime in, chatting with others, casually sharing small pieces of information or their experiences, some just came to drink their sorrows away and some only came because they had nothing better to do. Mostly it was just a simple building filled with cheerful people.

In the tavern there were people of both German and other nationalities, mostly getting along just fine. One of the non-Germans sat with his arms crossed, mos of the time eyes closed and one of his legs over the other. The person didn't really mind the tavern or its items or products or whatever it was that people were getting from the counter and around the room. He couldn't really care less of the whole building. He wasn't completelly alone in his table though. The man was there with another person, judging by the insignia they had in the jacket - some sort of shepherd dog with the antlers of a stag - they seemed to be a member of the Schäefer house.

Occasionally opening at least one of his eyes, the taller man would look at the counter, observing what kind of people were coming and going and for the lack of anything better to do, he would note in his head what they were all ordering.
Having been there quite a few times, the man would often recognize some familiar faces, like that one person who seemed to put way too much time into the pool and only drank mildly spiced drinks. Or that one person who always ended up on drinking too much, they should drop his rank. And then there was the blonde person, seemingly a good friend of the tavern owner. They seemed to talk the same language, and that language wasn't even German. The man couldn't understand all that much of what they were saying to each other, but he was slightly sucpicious of their actions and the changes in their facical expressions from time to time...

James only glanced at the staring dog man at him and Luke. James got close to Luke and said "Monsiuer, it seems someone is interested in you" Luke finished drinking his family's Du Pont rum. Luke smiled and looked over his shoulder at the stranger. Luke smiled at him and gave him a flirtatious wink at him, teasing him really. "It seems he does, make sure your springs work if things get ugly" he said as he looks at James. James in turned nodded his head in agreement as they both returned in conversing with each other.

"This will do", she said and saluted to him before climbing back into the tank's turret. Inside, she told the radio operator to inform the other tank commanders about the situation and to receive their opinions. It would be hard to flush out the rebels in the place. She wouldn't want to resort to...unconventional strategies. The furry driver said to Christofer quietly while smiling, "They said the commander's smile is rare."

The loader would appear from the driver's hatch, and hopped from it. He stretches and said quietly, "I heard that...Viera smiling...? Crazy. Mating season for her?" Out from her tank comes from her shout, "I heard that! Get those ammo checked!" The loader panics and runs to the ammo depot. The driver would chuckle.

Sergei wasn't too found of the wink. He hadn't really cared too much of the blonde at the counter, but now he was somewhat annoyed. The Serbo-Russian was looking at the general direction, observing. He himself listed this as a bad and unsuitable. An ill manner that he shouldn't be acting according to.

"What are you looking at?" A voice next to him would ask, pulling the taller man out of the bad mannered thoughtful glaring. "Are you going?" Alexander would ask, unsure on what the foreigner had in mind. The caramel haired German did seem rather annoyed at the Serbo-Russian's distraction.

"No, sir." Sergei would reply to the question, and temporarily forget about the blonde as they turned slightly on their seat to view the speaker better. "I do not have such plans or intentions." The man answered firmly with a calm tone and truth to his voice.

"Good, but I do see you looking at the boy at the counter. Is that true?" The German would ask looking straight at the Serbo-Russian, indicating that his so called rank would be higher. He didn't let the man answer though, as he was going to reply with a set of words no matter the answer. "Leave it, you have no business with him."

As it had been set on paper and his head, the Serbo-Russian would have no say or words on the matter.
"... As you wish."

James grinned at Luke seeing the dog man get scolded. "Monsieur, it seems your flirtatious wink and smile got him in trouble. Luke laughed at Jame as he chuck down another drink down, quenching his thirst. "I think I'm gonna hit the sack" Luke said as he stretched and got up from the bar. "Goodnight monsieur" James said as he looked at him as Luke went up stairs on the tavern into his room. He took off his coat and boots and hopped onto the bed and looked up in the ceiling, listening to the laughter and chatter of the German troops below him.

Being shy with strangers, the smile of the driver didn't help much and caused the boy to back away slowly.

"Uhh.... That's nice... I guess..." He said, voice shaking. He'd look around ensuring that if he had to he'd run, hoping that there would be someone else to go to if it came to it...

As more people and alike started showing up, the boy would start feeling uncomfortable, hunching over a bit to feel more protected.
"... Please don't use those kinds of words... They're strange..." He was referring to the whole 'mating season' combination. Why would anyone ever even say that? It sounded very downgrading...

Driver apologized for the loader before he come back with a machine gun ammo box. The driver noticed and would take it on in, the loader following right behind him. Viera popped out of the commander's hatch on the turret and looked down on Chrisofer, "Still here? The tank company will be moving soon. I would suggest you report to the command here." Her office cap was no longer there. A pair of feline ears was apparent. The E75's engine roars back to life. Soldiers were moving across the camp. The tank column have received the order to mobilize immediately by Viera's command. It seemed there was something worth noticing not far from here.

(Any place with permission to attack/blow up?)

(Well I blew up a command center without permission, so I guess you can do what you want)

The boy would be slightly startled at Viera popping up so suddently, his hair raising for a few seconds. He would look up at the talker, somewhat recognizing the voice and connecting it to the female from just a few minutes ago. Christofer nodded, after which just slightly tilting his head as a sign of confusion when he noted the ears.

The boy would head off to find the lead of the camp, not wanting to be driven over. He had done one of his jobs, but obviosly it wouldn't mean he could rest just yet


[ Permission granted to blow up whichever and whatever place you want to~ ]

The Serbo-Russian looked away, trying to not pay attention to the blonde at the counter. He'd close his eyes for a moment, trying to think of something else and relax his now slightly stiff shoulders.

It was a relief when the blonde left, but a part of Sergei was left feeling lacking and annoyed.

"See? He has no business with us either." Alexander would say firmly, sipping some juice from his glass - being non-alcoholic as he was. "Now forget about them." His last words sinking like his fangs onto the back of the taller man.

"Yes..." Sergei would have to forget about his suspicions for now... Instead he would slightly allude to changing the subject. "Sir? Should we be going...?" Careful with his words, the man would speak in a slightly lowered tone.

"We go when I tell we go." The caramel colored one would answer, finishing his drink afterwards. "Man up, dog."


[ And if that 'dog' might seem like a thing, I'll note that Alexander is a canid too xD So don't get confused ]

Luke was getting restless, still these damn Germans were still in the tavern. He got up and went his jacket and grabbed the dentenator for the explosives. He took the chair in the room and shifted it towards just off to the side of window, which the curtains were closed. He sat on the chair with the device in hand, waiting for them to leave, watching out the window out of boredom, eager to blow up the ammunitionwhen they all leave. But still thought about the strange fellow who was staring at him, thinking he may become a problem later or not, only time will tell.

The tank column would be heading toward the town that houses a nearby tavern. It was heard by earlier there were some Germans around there, probably could use some...information or help. She closed the hatch to the turret and locked it tight. She tells, "Tell the lead tank to move out." The radio operator nodded and told the lead tank's commander. The E75 lead tank roared to life and moved the column. Viera's tank was the center of the column.

Christofer watched as the tanks started rolling and left the cantonment. They were out of his reach now.
He then headed to the direction of the main house at the cantonment, but the boy would need to wait in line in order to meet or really even talk to the camp lead. He'd be there for a while, not really havng much to do...

Sergei would wait until the boy he was with would get up, patiently and just trying to not think about it too much. He was innerly starting to get annoyed by the noisy Germans and other people in the tavern.

Alexander got up eventually, leaving behind the empty glass he'd get up to the counter with the Serbo-Russian following close behind him.
"I would like to use your phone, sir." The German would state, most likely to not take a no for an answer. And even if the bar tender would like to object, he'd have Sergei there to assure his words. "Today, please."

James looked at him and shrugged with his shoulders shaking his head and said "Sorry, but we don't have a phone here, this is only a small village" his French accent could be heard through his German but it isn't as strong as Luke's though. "If you badly want a phone, you should go across the road, the officer club should have one" he suggested looking at the both of them with a raised brow, his hand underneath the counter.