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Stepping into the establishment, he looked around the main area through the brown tinted lens of his sunglasses. Just what exactly was this place? A mishmash of themes, the environment and patrons alike.

Slowly approaching the bar he’d sit to the side and wait to get the bartenders attention “Just water please...”

Arms folded on the countertop to rest his chin on top. He’d settle for people watching behind his sunglasses for the time being.

Hank places the coins inside of the safe before placing a glass of water in front of the man with sunglasses. After making sure everyone had what they needed he walks over to the garage and nods "yes we do carry diesel, how much would you like?"

"Anyonenn see der IS-2? oh vaitten zztzt derenn deyyen are. couldlden i havenn somenn GGGrrzzztt diesennl as vellllen?"

Hank looks over at the one speaking and nods "IS-2 is over here"

"danksnksen"
*wheels over to IS-2*

"No problem"

Tom stands up from the bar and walks over to a table situated in the corner of the room and takes a seat

A third, large tank rolled in, its engine roaring as he rolled into the garage. The rain outside at washed off his dust, and he sat gleaming in the light. "Hallo, Hast du Benzin?" He whispered to himself in practice, then said, louder, "Hallo, Have any Gasoline? I am running low. ze fuel tank is not very large, my operational range is only about 120 kilometers."

The things I see and people I meet here never cease to amaze Hanks thinks to himself as he nods with a smile "We do have gasoline" he points to a pump over to his right "Would you like me to assist in filling your tank?"

"hello fellowwen tanknken"

He nodded his main gun saying, "Yes pleaze! I am not as limber as I used to. Of course, I never was that limber in the first place." He let out a hearty, echoing laugh at his joke.

Hank nods and places the nozzle in Sturm's tank "Let me know when you're full"

"Thank you. Iz full." Said sturmtiger to hank, and turned to the Stridsvagn 103. "Vell Hallo zere! How are you doing?"

"erma goodden, you?" 103 said, wheeling over

Hank puts the nozzel back on the gas pump and points to an interface on the wall "you can pay over there"

"Doing just fine, zhank you!" He said. "I vanted to go and get out of ze old varehouse I was in and ended up here. Very nice place! I am Sturmtiger, which means 'Assault Tiger' in Deutsche!" he said. It had been years since he has talked to another tank. He was exceptionally happy.

"Hallo!" the Sturmtiger said joyfully. His small arms perked up almost like dog ears as he saw the mech outside. "Bist du eins mit dem Vaterland?" he said to the newcomer.

“Ja, ich serviere es stolz,” Klara’s Russian accent revealed itself in her German, and despite having spoken it for years, she hasn’t been able to get rid of the accent.

“Since I was a child, actually, when I was taken from the Russian Empire.”

Klara’s head tilted slightly upon seeing the markings on the armored vehicle's hull

“I assume you serve it too?"

“Ah! I’m happy to serve here! From what I heard conditions aren’t great there, I’m only hoping my family is alright.”

Klara looked outside. “As for that beautiful war machine, I’ve won more campaigns than I ever thought I could. It’s a shame other countries have decided to copy our magnificent design,”

She shook her head slowly.

Hank walks back over to the bar and pours a glass of vodka, setting it before the lady "Here you are, prices are on the post over there" he points to the post