Dawid Waldus Piotrowski:
Grinning and shaking hands, Dawid dug out a crumpled packet of cigarettes from a breast pocket with the name Jablco and the picture of an apple on it, offering it around. The one he was smoking was filter-less, with a strong evil-smelling tobacco.
He answered Tuck's question, "I learned English from my grandfather. When I was a child, we wanted to go to the west because things were so bad here before the war. Now, I don't think it makes a difference where you are." He smiled and shrugged as if to say, and so it goes.
Tucker nods his head to the Polish soldier,
"Nope, I don't think it does matter anymore where you are. I hear it's pretty shitty all over the world right now," he says waving off the offer of a cigarette from Dawid.
Dawid Waldus Piotrowski:
"Gentlemen. I have three things to say. One, there are no NATO soldiers operating around here and thus there are no patrols looking for them, so that part of his story is completely false." He spoke with emphasis, "Two, he was part of a recent bandit raid that I helped fight off. I got a good look at his face and I personally recognise him. He is a vicious murderous criminal, nothing more. He's also not Milicja or Army, so he is not considered an "Enemy Prisoner" under the Geneva Conventions of War, and the Army will not make a trade with you because you're Americans. I know this."
He seemed completely sincere and concerned.
Still squatting, he continued, "third, with all due respect, if he's let go in any way he will lead whoever he can back to this settlement, raping and killing everyone here. Other bandits, the Army, the Milicija, even those ZOMO fuckers. It won't matter, he'll find other rats just like him and they will come and they will kill everyone."
With that, he quickly drew a Tokarev pistol from a belt holster, charged it, placed the muzzle against the man's head and pulled the trigger.
Tucker listens to the Dawid go on through his evaluation of the subject on the EPW/non-EPW and before he can get out the comment of how does Dawid know this guy is a bandit and does he have any proof, the Tokarev pistol comes out and drills a hole into the prisoners head, dropping him like a sack of dead weight to the moist ground. Tucker stands back and looks at the still smoking gun and his companions weapons come to bear on the Pole telling him to drop his weapon. He can see that the two Australians are not happy right now and more bad feelings might be soon to follow.
Tuck walks over to the Russian pistol laying on the ground and secures it by removing the magazine and stripping the round from the chamber. He looks at Dawid with some disdain,
"Umm, not for nothing but, that wasn't very cool, stupid! I don't know how you're used to operating but, if you haven't noticed, that's not how we're gunna do shit! You say he was a bandit, fine! Show us some proof and I'll give you the bullets for the gun myself! I wanted to shoot the asshole myself for shooting me but I, we, could've came up with a little more creative shit than giving the guy's brain an air conditioning unit! Follow what I'm saying here?"
Tucker thinks back to when he told Milks in the field that if he had to kill any wounded to do it and move on just after the ambush. Was he any different than this Polish guy? Hell yeah! The Polish guy beat him to it!
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:40, Fri 15 June 2007.