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"He's leading us! Hiroshi, kick the clutch or we're scrap!" Jack yelled, his eye pressed so hard against the gunner's sight it was going to leave a bruise.
"I'm trying! The tracks are screaming!" Hiroshi fired back, the Hellcat's engine howling in a high-pitched mechanical agony as they pushed sixty miles per hour through the tall grass.
"Less talking, more aiming, cowboy!" Marek grunted, slamming a 76mm shell into the breech with a violent clack-chunk. "The loader is faster than the gunner today? Pathetic!"
"Would you all shut up?" Enzo hissed, his hands flying across the radio dials. "I'm intercepting their internal comms. They aren't panicking. They're... they're calculating."
Philip stood in the hatch, his leather trench coat snapping like a whip in the wind. Through his binoculars, he watched the tan silhouette of a Panzer IV Ausf. H cresting the ridge behind them. Its long 75mm gun didn't wobble; it didn't hesitate. It tracked them with a calm, terrifying fluidity that suggested the girl on the other end of that turret wasn't playing the same game they were.
"Commander, he's laid on us!" Jack's voice lost its swagger, replaced by a sudden, sharp edge of genuine fear. "The traverse is too steady! I can't get a bead!"
Philip's hazel eyes narrowed, the amber tint turning to cold, hard flint as he saw the muzzle flash of the Panzer IV.
"Don't look at the gun, Jack!" Philip commanded, his voice a chilling anchor in the chaos. "Look at the emblem on the side. That's the Anglerfish. Hiroshi-Blitz-Gambit, Pattern Delta! Now!"
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When failure isn't an option, how far will they go.