So much information to process, and so many conversations to sift through... Marcia figured that this other Marine sniper had plenty of experience, but with how she seemed so eager to help despite being a bonafide civilian came off as grating to the Latina. Squatting there with other soldiers and about to head off on a little excursion that could potentially kill them all, Marcia couldn't be judged too harshly for making rash, wild accusations. Coyne was, again, a civilian, and civilians had no place on potential battlefields. This shifted into Marcia's lack of experience, as Coyne presented a wealth of useful information should the Latina come down from her high horse and listen.<br/><br/>"Yeeeaaah," Marcia droned out with sarcasm in response to Arvid's question/comment. She glanced over at the rush of command personnel leaving with their precious tent and raised her eyebrows in concern. "Right now, looks like we're gonna need that help. Something's got those men spooked. I think that Colonel and his party are headed back to the<u>Spielbank Casino</u>. Don't know how good they'll be all the way out th-"<br/><br/>Then, like thunder in the distance, a<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcKhS7ly8ig" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">disgusting, terrifying churning noise</a>reached the front lines. An old Wehrmacht veteran confined to his seat in a nearby building all alone opened his eyes and listened to the droning, for he knew what this meant. He had heard this terrifying sound before so many, many years ago on the Eastern Front, and to this very day, it made his skin crawl and heart race. The old German man sighed, closed his eyes and sat back in his chair as his heart, stressed from the memories and old age, echoed its final beat. The old man was fortunate; he passed in relative peace.<br/><br/>But the unfortunate souls on the front defensive line would bear witness to the awesome power of the Katyusha Rocket as their devilish arsenal streaked towards them from the east.<br/><br/>"Incoming!" Soldiers cried out in their native tongues mere seconds after they heard the noise. "Displace! Displace!"<br/><br/>Though night was far off, the approach of the Katyusha Rockets could easily be seen as they streaked over the Oder River and slammed into the first defensive line. Luckily for the group, the first barrage was inaccurate and missed their position and potential foxholes/defensive structures that they may have ducked into by several yards. However, though the rockets were inaccurate, they were many, and they were devastating. Shrapnel flew through the air along with blood and debris as soldiers were struck down by the indirect artillery fire. Thunderous crashes and deafening booms dominated the area for nearly a minute before things 'calmed down' enough for the soldiers to poke their heads up and take stock of whatever the fuck just happened.<br/><br/>Advancing towards the Stadtbrücke bridge were the Russian forces, and with them was one 1990's T-72 tank. But that wasn't the most unsettling thing. Oh no... What should have made any soldier quake was the second Katyusha Rocket barrage, and it was bound to smash into<i>someone important</i>if they didn't move.<br/><br/>And so it began- the fight for the Stadtbrücke bridge, for East Germany... And for the group?<i>The fight for survival.</i>Marcia Cervantes, with how she sat on her ass, eyes wide with dirt peppered all over her chocolate locks and a pistol held tight in her hands with the safety on, didn't seem to realize that this second, incoming Katyusha Rocket barrage meant getting the hell outta dodge before her toned Latina ass ended up with a shit-ton of shrapnel...