Talk:P.A.N.Z.E.R./@comment-10905876-20150804005534/@comment-24142455-20150904222616

The projectile flies into a weak point in the Puma's armor, just below the dual 30mm autocannons, piercing the weakened armor, the spalling and fragmentation cause it to hit two of the crew members inside of the turret, and breaking one of the Gun's breaches. The Puma veers off into another alleyway as the three jeeps rush past.

Fergus: Dubbo! Wheres your secret passageways?

Dubbo: Up here! Make a left into that alleyway!

The jeeps veer to the left, and down a pathway, and back onto another main road, and began to approach the main highway.

Dubbo: This highway goes around Paris, A6B. We then merge onto A106 and we're at the airport.

Up ahead was a small blockade of SF Soldiers, and an Ubersoldaten, which open fire, bullets damaging the front glass, and lasers melting a bit of the 'hog's armor. The chainguns tear the group apart, and blows the Ubersoldatens head off, and the cars race onto the highway, dodging civilian vehicles and military jeeps and trucks.

Fergus: Blazko, I'm getting approaching A106, I see a roadblock up ahead!

Blazkowicz: How many?

Fergus: Two IFVs, a tank, a bunch of soldiers, do me a favor and kill those wankers!

The chaingun opened fire against the horde of fire coming from the blockade, clearing a path through, but the warthog's engine began to smoke and show signs of damage.

Fergus: Prendergast, take the front, our 'hog is getting a beating!

Prendergast: Roger that!

Fergus hit the brake for a brief moment, allowing Prendergast to move past, and get in front of Boekhounder's warthog, and began to continue clearing out the pathway. The tank opened fire, the shell just missile the group, and the two Pumas opened fire with their cannons, shells exploding around them, and broke through the blockade, but with a heavy beating.

Fergus: Good job lads, the airport is just up ahead, any way to get on?

Dubbo: Boekhounder, would you kindly blast a path for our jeeps through that fence?

Blazkowicz: I see our ticket out of here!

Above the airport, a Paris-class frigate began to decloak, and air raid sirens began to go off, the frigate opening fire on the ground.

Paris Cpatian: AIF Maxwell to OSA Operatives, you got about 7 minutes to get your asses into our hanger bay before the Germans blow us to hell, we got several warships on radar heading to our location, and you got a hell of an amount of ground vehicles behind you. We'll try to cover you, but we don't know for how long.

Blazkowicz: Affirmative! We'll get there.

Fergus: Okay Boekhounder! Blow open that fence!

OOC: Home stretch