24-05-2019, 04:14 PM
Contessa Helena de San Finzione beat Mander to La Familia Royale's private entrance that opened up onto the courtyard where filming was still on hold.
Even for someone who'd spent her entire childhood running from someone, it had been a long dash. She leaned against a column for a second to catch her breath while Mander caught up, still lugging his big duffel bag.
"MARIA!" She shouted to the waiting Ferrari California that her great-granddaughter had just jumped into and a servant was running away from. She looked to her right and saw the Panzer rolling toward her sports car.
Mander arrived in time for Helen to point at the tank. He didn't wait for her to tell him that there wasn't any shooting today, guessing that himself. The big, bald merc dropped his shoulder bag and drew the Desert Eagle .50 caliber pistol he usually carried.
Helen's own gun was still in her safe. The Ruger LC9 she picked after reading multiple 'Top Ten Self-Defense Guns for Women' articles and finding it at or near the top of most lists. After an incident with Mander in Seattle, one of her two spare magazines was now loaded with armor-piercing rounds. Helen still doubted even an AP 9mm would do much to a tank. Mander's Desert Eagle had a better chance than she would have.
One of the unnamed Nazis in the tank opened the hatch and manned the machine gun. He saw Mander changing his aim for the new target now presented to him, swung the barrel around, and got Mander in his sights.
He squeezed both triggers and the gun exploded.
* * *
Nigel Mander was approaching Middle-Age. Which brought with it, as with all middle-aged men, a serious interest in WWII. It meant that he'd read up on the Panzer III tank a bit better than the Nazis inside it had.
He knew that the machine gun on this model was originally designed to hold 50 caliber ammunition. However, the Wehrmacht's decision to standardize their ammo meant that the idea had been scrapped in favor of a machine gun that fit the standard. The stock Panzer III would be modifiable to accept .50 rounds; however, would come off the assembly line with a gun chiefly designed to accept .32 ammunition instead. Someone who'd carefully planned this out would have brought belts of ammo for both to be certain they had the right one.
Given the amount of preparatory research that they seemed to have done on La Contessa, Mander took the 50-50 chance that these wankers had loaded the wrong ammo. It was why, when the gunner squeezed the trigger, rather than shred the large Englishman into smaller, "Fun Sized" pieces of Englishman; the barrels, instead, chose to blow up in front of his face like Mander thought would happen.
When the explosion cleared, the last thing he saw was the barrel of Mander's Desert Eagle pointed at him.
Then there was a flash, then nothing.
"First!" Mander shouted to Helen as he ran out of the tank's path. He fired a few more rounds from the Desert Eagle into the tank's side. It penetrated the armor, however, there was no way of knowing if he'd hit anyone inside; except for the fact that it was still rolling toward Maria's car.
Maria looked in the mirror again and saw the main barrel was now facing her vehicle.
The gun fired.
Maria saw the explosion.
Even for someone who'd spent her entire childhood running from someone, it had been a long dash. She leaned against a column for a second to catch her breath while Mander caught up, still lugging his big duffel bag.
"MARIA!" She shouted to the waiting Ferrari California that her great-granddaughter had just jumped into and a servant was running away from. She looked to her right and saw the Panzer rolling toward her sports car.
Mander arrived in time for Helen to point at the tank. He didn't wait for her to tell him that there wasn't any shooting today, guessing that himself. The big, bald merc dropped his shoulder bag and drew the Desert Eagle .50 caliber pistol he usually carried.
Helen's own gun was still in her safe. The Ruger LC9 she picked after reading multiple 'Top Ten Self-Defense Guns for Women' articles and finding it at or near the top of most lists. After an incident with Mander in Seattle, one of her two spare magazines was now loaded with armor-piercing rounds. Helen still doubted even an AP 9mm would do much to a tank. Mander's Desert Eagle had a better chance than she would have.
One of the unnamed Nazis in the tank opened the hatch and manned the machine gun. He saw Mander changing his aim for the new target now presented to him, swung the barrel around, and got Mander in his sights.
He squeezed both triggers and the gun exploded.
* * *
Nigel Mander was approaching Middle-Age. Which brought with it, as with all middle-aged men, a serious interest in WWII. It meant that he'd read up on the Panzer III tank a bit better than the Nazis inside it had.
He knew that the machine gun on this model was originally designed to hold 50 caliber ammunition. However, the Wehrmacht's decision to standardize their ammo meant that the idea had been scrapped in favor of a machine gun that fit the standard. The stock Panzer III would be modifiable to accept .50 rounds; however, would come off the assembly line with a gun chiefly designed to accept .32 ammunition instead. Someone who'd carefully planned this out would have brought belts of ammo for both to be certain they had the right one.
Given the amount of preparatory research that they seemed to have done on La Contessa, Mander took the 50-50 chance that these wankers had loaded the wrong ammo. It was why, when the gunner squeezed the trigger, rather than shred the large Englishman into smaller, "Fun Sized" pieces of Englishman; the barrels, instead, chose to blow up in front of his face like Mander thought would happen.
When the explosion cleared, the last thing he saw was the barrel of Mander's Desert Eagle pointed at him.
Then there was a flash, then nothing.
"First!" Mander shouted to Helen as he ran out of the tank's path. He fired a few more rounds from the Desert Eagle into the tank's side. It penetrated the armor, however, there was no way of knowing if he'd hit anyone inside; except for the fact that it was still rolling toward Maria's car.
Maria looked in the mirror again and saw the main barrel was now facing her vehicle.
The gun fired.
Maria saw the explosion.
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