Darjeeling took the map case passed to her by Assam and unscrewed its top, before tipping it over and revealing a large rolled-up map of Battleship Island. Orange Pekoe flattened the chart up on the table and began picking off miniature tank models from a small box, each piece colour-coded; blue for friendlies and red for the enemy.

Orange Pekoe started with the blue forces, taking a Churchill, two Matildas and two Crusaders and placing them onto the open space on the east, their starting position, before moving onto their Hungarian opponents.

"I don't have anything for the Turan," she said.

"Use the Panzer IV or something," Darjeeling replied, not even taking the time to look up from the the set of instructions she was reading, sent to her on their arrival at the island.

"Nothing for the Toldi as well," Pekoe said, inspecting a red BT-42, the iconic tank of Jatkosota.

Darjeeling set down the piece of paper she was reading, a crossed look on her face. "Swedish L-60, then," she answered back, in a tone that wasn't like anything she would use normally.

"What about the Zri-" Pekoe was asking but proceeded to get cut off by Darjeeling.

"Goddamnit, you have a brain, right?"

"Y-yes" Pekoe replied, on the verge of tears

"Then use it!" Darjeeling yelled, before storming out of the tent. 

Assam left the teapot she just finished brewing on the table and quickly dashed off after Darjeeling.