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Avoiding friendlies," Martin called back up in response to the Tanya's command as he held his gaze steady through the main gun's sights. Reaching a hand up, he slide his googles down and flipped a switch on the side. His vision shifted red for a moment, before most of it shifted back down towards blues. The carefully collected, repaired, and maintained tech did not wash out his entire vision, but it did highlight major heat sources, like a truck's engine. He waited and listened as the Tank roared into battle. The growling engine revving louder as Det pushed it harder. The clank of the freshly loaded shell landing just right. The swerve as Doc pulled some maneuver out to get them around and out to the side. Leaning into the turn, he waited for the slight correction as one of the trucks landed in his sights. Not the harpoon truck that he would have wanted, though that shot would be difficult even if they were closer, but the gun truck. That one was just about right, "Firing." He called as the cannon ticked upward a moment, right before the firing pin snapped forward, and the shell left the Tank behind with an explosive roar.