Second round

Just like with the rifles previously the Major was shown photographs of tanks and was supposed to pick the correct model from the four available ones. Tanks were not her speciality and the models were not the types known in pop culture, but the contestant came prepared. She managed to correctly recognise Renault FT17, Mk II Matilda, T92 Light Tank and PT-91 Twardy. But one question had IS-3 and IS-4 as possible answers which was almost trolling, because they were nearly identical. The Major guessed IS-3 and it turned out to be WRONG.

“One tank managed to ambush you, Sarah,” Frank said, “draw one transformation card.”

“Hair Colour: Red.”

“What do you think?”

“Not bad. I got used to the colour of my hair and I quite like it. I never thought about dyeing it, because there’s no time for it in the army. But I believe that red should suit me well.”

“I’m sure it will. Into The Chamber you go.”

Despite the harmless transformation Sarah was still a bit upset about that mistake. She should have been able to recognise that tank and keep the minor transformation for a more difficult round. The Major was not the one to cry over spilled milk though. She entered the device without fear and with more than a little curiosity. When the door behind her shut Sarah closed her eyes as instructed and waited patiently. Almost immediately her head began to itch, the feeling was slightly annoying, but she managed to remain motionless and it soon went away. The door to The Chamber opened, so the Major could step outside and admire herself on the large screen. Her hair looks fabulous! The hue was fiery and natural, not necessarily bimbo-ish. She also got a feeling that her hair gained volume and became somewhat… frivolous, without being disorderly. The audience’s clapping suggested that they liked it as well.

“What do you think?” the host asked after a moment.

“It’s beautiful,” Sarah replied with a genuine smile. She was still looking at herself on the screen. “I have to admit it’s an improvement,” she finally turned her head to Frank.

“We have a lot more such improvements at our disposal,” the host said with a wink.

“Let’s apply them with moderation.”

“I like the slight change in your approach.”

“Are you trying to ambush me, Frank?” the Major matched his earlier wink.

“That’s my role,” he replied with a poker face, “ready for the third round?”

“Yes. Recognise Countries.”