(Why are we still here? Just to suffer?)
Staalgrad Outskirts, 2 Weeks later
Dr. Night meticulously fiddles with an engine as he has a bottle of rum next to him. He grabs a notepad and a pencil and examines his notes and then jumps down from the engine, bottle and notepad In hand.
“Alright, test number 27, lets try this again. Gertrud, start the engine test!”
She nods from a panel on the other side of the room and she flips a switch as the engine begins to start and sputter, the propeller spins slowly at first and then goes off spinning as heat is ejected from the back, the room filled with a shriek as the engine increased going 1 minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes, and it stays for a total of 30 minutes, “Alright shut it off!” He waves to Gertrud and she shuts it off as it slowly begins to slow and the shrieking dies down.
He waves her off, “Yes yes, I’ll take care of that.” He hops onto the latter and climbs up taking a look at the engine, “O-oh...”
He holds up an empty bottle, “I think it may be vodka.”
She shakes her head “Okay new rule, no flammable materials near the engine. That could’ve gone off an possibly burnt down the whole place!”
“Unlikely but fair enough” he shrugs and takes a sip from his rum bottle
Zoetstraten Proving Grounds, North Schayne
"Impressive, no?" said engineer asked as they watched it climb over a steep obstacle.
Ettlinger made a noncommittal grunt. "I suppose, though it remains to be seen how well they'll do in the field. At the very least the higher ups are interested in a fully armed and armored version." The engineer was about to boast some more when they heard a thud and noticed the vehicle had accidentally tripped over.
"Not to mention the controls still need some work I see." Ettlinger said while the engineer sighed in resignation.