Victor Freud wrote:Victor's body hit the front of the turret near the main gun like a frog thrown against a window pane, staying affixed to the side for a moment before sliding down onto the "deck" where he teetered with the rough and lurching movement of the massive vehicle. Rather than waste time in trying to return to his normal size and gain entrance via one of the hatches he ran toward the front of the tank. The driver had a narrow open slit to look through as they drove, narrow enough to keep out small arms fire and shrapnel, but unlikely to keep out a more dexterous and determined former-projectile. Dropping himself from over the front of the deck Victor attempted to catch the ridge of the slit and swing himself inside the vehicle.
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