Re: Round 2
Teams Alpha, Bravo, & Charlie
The withdrawal goes off without a hitch. Hidden from the enemy by the immense dust and smoke cloud hanging like a thick grey curtain between them and the Baron's angry hornets, all three teams move quickly away from their ambush positions towards the second rally point. The Bravos have a bit of trouble with balance, a result of the concussion from the explosion of the 125mm tank shell. Then there's the bits of grit and cement dust in their eyes, mouths, and lungs. Fortunately, the Charlies, aware of their comrades' recent close call, hold their retreat long enough to reunite with and assist the shaken Bravos. This slows the whole team down considerably, but they've managed to move off of the street into the complex warren of rubbled or burned out buildings and alleys off of Targowa and the pursuing enemy can no longer see them.
With some solid cover between them and the ambush site, the teams move back out into the open road (street running roughly parallel to Targowa), pushing the pace faster now. They reach the second rally point without incident. Apparently, the scout Humvee that passed untouched through the kill zone has buggered off, leaving the rest of the relief column to their own devices.
Breathing hard and dripping sweat, the Kommandos take a short break and regroup. Flemming, monitoring the teams' frequency, alerts Konrad to an urgent message from a White Queen (Griet). Tucker realizes that his own radio appears to have died.
Sniper Detachment
As the ambush teams withdraw to the second rally point, led by the HQ detachment, Warren and Craig continue to watch events unfold from their perch above the ruined bank.
As the dust starts to settle and the smoke clears a little, enemy infantry, supported by the heavy weapons on the two M113s, advance on the former positions of both ambush teams. They uselessly expend ammunition and grenades clearing the area around the intersection. One hapless main trips Minh's POS mine; the ensuing explosion appears to kill him pretty much instantly. This slows the enemy's progress somewhat, as they take a more cautious, measured approach.
Meanwhile, the commander's hatch clangs pops open on the T-72, white smoke pouring out for a few seconds. A plainly injured crewmember climbs out through the gushing smoke and slides down the right side of the turret.
With the immediate area more or less secure, both M113s advance beyond the stricken T-72, shielding it with their much more thinly-armored hulls. Several men climb atop the damaged tank. One of them has a fire extinguisher which he immediately begins to ply around the interior of the turret. Another man helps the injured crewman back to where the enemy have established a casualty collection point on the north side of Targowa roughly even with where the first M113 had been during the fight. Warren and Craig count about a half-dozen wounded, two of whom appear to be suffering from rather severe wounds to the torso. A couple of medics tend to these men while comrades stand nearby, offering encouragement and assisting with the less seriously wounded. There are at least ten bodies lying here and there in the street, one of which appears to have been run over by one of the M113s.
The sound of men moving around below them remind Warren and Craig that they do not exist apart from the battle space. The enemy infantry are making quite a bit of noise; it sounds like they have no idea that two of their attackers are ensconced only a couple of floors above them. As of now, they appear to be content to remain on the ground floor.
With enemy troops just a couple of floors beneath them, Warren and Craig watch the MTLB move up to the spot where the second M113 had been during the ambush. The KAMAZ truck follows. When it stops, men begin to reboard. A hatch at the back of the MTLB opens and four men emerge. Two of the men are black, both armed with short-barrelled AKs. The other two are white. One man wears a black beret atop his closely shaved skull. The other has shoulder-length black hair and a full beard. Through his scope, Craig instantly recognizes the long-haired man as the Carny, the Black Baron. He's wearing an American ballistic vest over clean, well-tailored Polish Pantera camouflage combat fatigues. The men are joined by a few others- likely platoon and/or squad commanders- for an impromptu command team meeting. The shot is there, but then Craig and Warren hear the sound of boots echoing up through the stairwell (the snipers are on the damaged fourth floor).
Next Moves?
OOC: Google maps is not working for me at all. I can log in but I can't access any of the maps I've made. I have no clue as to what's wrong. I will try again later. Sorry.
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