Out of the Frying Pan...
The Krolowa is now several hundred meters downstream from the ambush sight, out of effective small arms range. From behind the stack, Minh and Tuck watch as the the smoke continues to dissipate- a few stubborn tendrils are all that remain- revealing a green shoreline bereft of any signs of human life. The remaining enemy seem to have also taken advantage of the smoke, either pulling back or going to ground, weary of the Queen's heavy machine guns. Yazzie, looking aft through his scope, sees nothing either.
Snowy enters the bridge to find it resembling a slaughterhouse more than the control center of a tugboat. Diluted blood is smeared about the floor, along with pieces of broken glass and little bits of burnt paper. The smell that accompanies the sight is no less disconcerting. Stepping over Adam, he takes the wheel from Griet who, steadied by Konrad, leans against the port bulkhead for a moment before slumping slowly down to the floor, exhausted and faint from loss of blood.
Actions?
[Private to Minh Quyen: Tuck was on the aft Dushka prior to your last post. We'll just say that Minh relieved him and he headed down to the Plamya AGL on the fantail. That way, we don't have to change anything.]
This message was last edited by the GM at 02:17, Thu 06 Dec 2007.