Spain and Catalonia, January, 1938

Now that comrades who have had experience fighting have come home from abroad [ie, in France and Britain], along with several new shipments of Guns, Vehicles, and Ammo, and the imminent arrival of several International Brigades, the Worker's Front turned it's eyes to securing it's territory and continuing the fight against the Spanish Monarchy.

Early January, 1938. Barcelona.

It was a beautiful day outside. Despite the revolution and civil war which was currently occurring, the festival attitude following the Battle of Barcelona had subsided. Many people were now continuing life as usual as the SWF pieced together it's government and collectivized the Means of Production. Paramilitants, Returning Volunteers, and Civilians milled about in the streets, discussing life as usual, the family, the job, politics. It doesn't matter that this is interjected with the occasional burst of gun or cannonfire from training militants outside the city, or the rolling past of SWF Tanks and Trucks. Everything here? Business as usual.

Gennaro and Rafael would have been among them, had they not been roped into attending one of many classes now being taught about modern French combat tactics, as taught by Milice Révolutionnaire Veterans. It had thus far tremendously boring, albeit very evocative and informational. Rafael was mostly thinking about all the cool pictures and diagrams they were showing off, and Gennaro was mostly thinking about lunch.

"Now, the crux of shock tactics is that the-"

"Booooooriiiiiing! Get to the part where we fight!"

Savannah interjects this from the back of the meeting room, where she leans back on a chair while nursing her continued hangover.

"Savannah, if you keep interrupting the presentation, we very well never will."

Savannah and the Veteran explaining shock tactics on a Tactical, Operational, and Strategic level, start arguing over the necessity of this level of organization and training, particularly from an Anarchist viewpoint, as Rafael sighs and slowly takes out his book on Basque gunsmithing and starts reading.

Arlo is currently busy in the corner of the meeting room while inexplicably wearing a lab coat, and nobody notices him until there is a pow, and he unveils to a very confused audience a carrot which is pea green. "I've done it! I've proven the Legumity of Carrots! International Science must know!"

"Can, uh, can International Science wait until... 3:30, about 45 minutes from now?"

Arlo gives the presenter a dirty look. "Fine, but no more." He slumps back into his chair, sharing the same disappointed and bored look as Savannah. Rafael puts his book away so he can continue watching the presentation, which has just started to get good with the introduction of the use of automatic weapons, shotguns, and combined arms tactics into the hypothetical combat situations presented by the slideshow.

This training in tactics for the soldiers of the Spanish Worker's Front, whether they are Paramilitant, new volunteer for the fight, or just a veteran of the Milice in need of a refresher, will continue, for now. Soon, the soldiers of the Working Class will begin the fight to liberate all of Spain!