Pushing Through the Pain
With Snowy at the helm, Dawid on point, Tucker as tail-gunner, and Gunny Parks on overwatch, the Wisla Krolowa continues downstream at close to 10kmph. In the hour that followed the last of the gunfire, the tug has closed to within 15 kilometers of the next known obstacle in her path- the bridge at Scuzcin [sic].
Clarence, Konrad, Minh, and the sullen Yazzie have transported the wounded- stabilized after much effort- to the aft gun deck, and under Anneka's supervision, made the area as comfortable and efficient a long-term treatment area as possible. Griet is resting comfortably under several layers of blankets, her multiple shrapnel wounds patched and the pain dulled by a hefty dose of codeine tablets. Adam drifts in and out of consciousness, periodically asking after the crew, the boat, and heartbreakingly, his long-serving first mate.
The dead, including the oftentimes petulant, sour-faced Pole, lie under a tarp between the aft gun deck and the seemingly cursed aft Plamya position. Tadeuz maintains a vigil over the covered corpses, sitting on a pile of bloodstained sandbags weeping, a half-empty bottle of clear liquid at his side.
A silent Walter shuffles about the bridge, cleaning blood and debris off of the deck with a mop and bucket. The faint but viscerally recognizable scent of iron still permeates the room, despite the added ventilation of several blown-out windows. At least it's not raining...
And then you hear it. It's always hard to figure out where it's coming from, the sound of helicopter rotor blads cutting through the air. After a few seconds of neck-craning and eye squinting, you spot the source. It's about 1000 meters south of you, moving from east to west roughly parallel to the river at about 500m altitude. It's too far away to engage it effectively with the Dushkas, and by the time the ZU on the barge can be crewed, the heli will be well aft and out of range.
Actions?
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