(To make a long story short, I got temp banned and thus I am writing on my sister's account, just so I wouldn't slow down the story. )
(1240 MHz! CONELRAD! GET IT RIGHT! lol)
Chetnik radioed Gearhart "There's no way I could translate that to you, I need to see the text first, there's no way you could read Cyrillic!"
Then he turned around to Spectre "Spec, we're gonna have to cram in that beast somehow. The tank can fit 5, and that's stretching it a bit. I have to drive, I'm the only one who understands the text, Vipe will control the main gun, Gear will load the shells, and you'll command the radio stack. Merkel's little bitch will sit in the corner. What are we gonna do with Ghost? The only thing we could do is mount him at the exterior machine gun, but he will stick out halfway. Or he could drive the Humvee, but one tank shell and he's a goner. Oh, and one last thing - if we make it out of here I want that tank engraved with my name in Cyrillic, got it? *wink*"