A RUSSIAN COLOSSUS
Sticking true to her brilliant intellect, the pair of students residing in the same foxhole as Eliza traced her shrewd eyes in the same direction hers was fixed. A wary look to the right latched a disabled half-track onto their vision like prey to a hunter. And instinctively, everyone knew what to do. “Quickly, Helena, we need to get that machine gun off that thing before the entire vehicle catches fire!” “Right behind you, Gaspar.” Staying behind to observe the rescue operation from the safety of the foxhole she had borrowed as leaving it altogether would draw too much attention, Eliza closed her hands into a fist, squeezing them tighter with each second her two companions took to extricate the heavy armament successfully and return safely with it. Then, as luck would have it, n
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