The screams of the crowd blasted Blanco's eardrums. Rocks were hurled at his Tank and for one frightening moment a fire blossomed through his view slit. They were growing bolder and trying to get to him. He vainly pressed on the levers but the tracks wouldn't budge. The smoldering city ruin was crawling with hostile locals.
He could hear the clang and grind of metallic tools working against the hatch on the tank. In desperation he loaded the main gun and rotated the turret. The crush of bodies covered his periscope and camera's he really had nothing to aim at. He formed a plan. He would rig the tank to fire from every gun at once and in the cacophony he would run for it.