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Vladimir saw the signal she gave, and saluted back to her. Now they could do what they needed to do. As soon as she could hit the fuel tanks, he'd order the cannons to fire at the leaking fuel, thus igniting it and setting the tanks ablaze. Or, at least disabled tanks would make it easier for the bazookas to rip apart.

"Machine gunners, target those targeting Andrea. Fire at will." Vladimir ordered, and small .30 caliber browning MGs fired sporadically, aiming to kill or distract, and many hit. He was going to make sure that she could get to her target and back alive.

Andrea finally had the breathing room she needed, and just in time! The tanks were getting dangerously close. She crouched in her hiding spot and opened fire at the fuel tank on the back of the first tank, which had just passed her cover. Although it kept moving, a trail of oil was released behind it. Bingo! Next one. Andrea aimed her rifle and started firing at the tracks. A clip later smoke started rising from it's left side and, the cogs being damaged, the track began falling apart, making it turn towards Andrea. The girl darted from her spot, lunging out of the way just in time to avoid being crushed. A small dust cloud went up as it crashed and came to a rest, its barrel becoming bent. Andrea climbed up onto the tank, opened it, and climbed in.

"Fire the APi rounds at the tank! NOW!" Vladimir ordered, and a 20mm cannon open fired upon the oil on the ground. Fire burst from the exploding incendiary shells, and it trailed up the side, into the tank's fuel tank. Suddenly, it burst into flames, the thin armour around the fuel tank exploding, and fire cascading alongside the tank's barrel, engine, and tracks. The men began screaming from the inside, and they opened the top, trying to get out.

Vladimir open fired on it, killing the first person to get out with five cannon rounds, shattering his rib cage. Then the ammunition exploded. The tank's turret flew up, and landed 50 yards away, smoking. Inside was the torso of the gunner, who died in the fire. The men inside the tank weren't so lucky, and died of their wounds slowly afterwards.

Several moments after the first tank exploded Andrea climbed out of the one she had entered moments earlier. She had a cut on her lip, and had obviously been fighting. She signed that things were okay with that tank. Rather than having to blow it up, she decided it would be better to just kill the men inside and let Vladimir take it for their own use if they can.

These two minor victories were short lived as more tanks and more men came. She crouched behind the tank and continued firing. The first tank went by her without her aiming at it. She immobilized the one behind it by destroying the gauges. Then, when the other one had passed by her, she opened fire at the fuel tank as she did with the other. She was too close for her liking, and dashed farther behind enemy lines.

A man jumped her as soon as she was out of site and swung at her with his sword, his pistol still in his belt. Andrea blocked with her rifle and twirled it around, catching the man in the chest with its butt. He staggered back and caught his breath quickly. He swung once more. When Andrea blocked it again, using both hands to hold her rifle and deflect the blow, the man pulled out his pistol with his other hand and fired.

Andrea gasped and staggered back into the view of her allies as the bullet tore through her. Blood quickly soaked her garments as she pulled up her rifle and fired at the man just before he reached her with his sword. She stood for a second and fell backwards onto the barren ground.

"Andrea!" Vladimir shouted, and pulled out his pistol, leaping over the wall, and landing on his feet. He pointed, and the anti tank guns opened up, sending huge 105mm rounds into the tanks and people. He didn't have a lot of ammo, and he wanted to conserve it. That's why he didn't use it first.

But on he ran, past the bodies, past the broken down tanks, and he drew his sword. The first man to come close to Andrea had a bullet shot into his head. The second was disemboweled. And the third? A combination. But when the other members of his honour guard got there, Vladimir picked her up and put her on his shoulder, and began running back.

"MEDIC!" He yelled over and over again, hoping someone heard him.

Andrea laid there gasping for breath, her wound bleeding more with each heartbeat that pumped it out. She gripped the rifle that lay next to her, kept close because of the sling she wore with it. Andrea was dying and she knew it. Her strength was ebbing away. She tried pick up the rifle, sit herself up, and continue firing, but she couldn't. She could hardly even find the life giving oxygen.

Then, after what seemed like ages, someone came to her. She was lifted up, carried back through bullets. She felt the pain in her torso as she was moved. She gasped, coughed, and slipped unconscious.

"Bugger... Best sniper's now out cold. Good thing they're retreating, though..." Vladimir said, and he handed her over to the medic, who put her on a stretcher and began looking over her. They'd have to remove the bullet and such, but other than that she was going to be fine. At least, if the bullet was out. That was still inside her.

Vladimir walked away from the scene, though, and began looking over the maps, planning some defenses and such. He didn't know what to do right now. His mind was on something else. Finally, he gave in and got up, walking to the medical center to see Andrea.

Andrea was in and out once she arrived in camp. Thankfully the bullet had gone through and through. When Vladimir walked in she was laying on a cot, white bandages covering her lower half under her blank tank-top. Andrea was located in a secluded section of the medical center, kept away from the men and given privacy.

"Hey," she greeted Vladimir with a little bit of strength.

"Hello," Vladimir said, taking a sip of his whiskey that he always kept on him. He screwed the cap back on, and pocketed it, chuckling. She was in a nice place. He'd never get this kind of room if he was shot. Of course, he wasn't a girl, and he wasn't really a high priority for medical attention. "How you holding up?"

The girl gave a weak smile. "I'm dandee. Bullet missed my vitals, just lost a lot of blood. I can start killing things whenever, just don't tell Doc." Andrea's smile turned a little devilish before fading as she slowly sat herself up.

"I'm keeping you here until further notice, Girl. You're too good of a shot to waste out there. Besides. You need to rest up. They're driving full force sometime in the future. Around a month, I believe." Vladimir said, chuckling. "But by all means shoot the next enemy who comes in here."

Andre shot him a look and crossed her arms, pouting at his response. "Fine, I'll shoot someone later." She had her first wind as she perked up at his refusal to allow her to help. "What can I do from here?"

"How good are you with strategy?" Vladimir asked, holding some maps in his hand. He was going to ask her if she could help him strategise a defense of the fortress they were in. After all, he didn't want to do it all himself and fail miserably.

Andrea shrugged, and then winced and slowly put her shoulders back to normal. "I'm alright I guess. I mean, I'm great at killing things and that's what battle strategy has." A devilish grin spread across her face, "What did you have in mind?"