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« on: February 16, 2009, 11:41:23 AM »
Vincent Doyle was sitting in his small office, drinking his morning coffee. He enjoyed the peacefulness of a new day, when the phone on his desk rang out. Doyle picked it up:
"Vincent Doyle, 7th Tank Company."
"Captain, it is major Thomas Ferguson from HQ. We have a situation on our southern border. Dathuanian army has just invaded us" the man on other side spoke so calmly, like he was telling Doyle that tomorrow will be a rainy day.
"How bad it is?" asked Vincent.
"The enemy defeated our border's defense forces and now he is heading to Southport. The orders for your company are: move to the city and join with other troops, who are preparing defences. How much time do you think it will take your company to get there?"
Doyle thought for a moment. He had 15 M1 Abrams tanks under his command, but half of them needed to refuel and rearm. That itself would take at least half of hour and there was a 130 miles to travel...
"We will be at Soutport in three to four hours." he answered.
"Good. After arrival, you will be met by commander of city forces. Goodbye, captain."
"Wait! Who is this commander?" Doyle asked but it was already too late. He cursed, before he put down a phone. Then he drank the rest of coffee and stood up. It seemed that a day wont be so peaceful after all...