They know me as Tank, I protect these streets. I am their saviour, I am their hope. “It has my son!” The scream, drowned out by the explosions and shouts. A shadowed figure standing on a building engulfed in flame, a smaller figure kicking and screaming in their arms. Eyes on, target locked, here we go again. The flames mean nothing to me, the hues of red and orange flicking at my deep green armour as I scan for my best way through. Have to be careful, the building could collapse. Another explosion shakes the structure, some ceiling falling. A cry, weak but there. Someone is still in here. Detour, scan, find the survivor. The debris from above revealed him to me, adult human, male, mid age, married with children. Leg trapped under a beam, no breaks but damage sustained. The fire is getting worse, he must get out now. “Tank! Tank here!” His eyes meet mine as I clear away what I can. The metal on his leg is large, heavy, I can remove it but only for a moment. His coughing is