Tucker peers over the iron sights of the M-14K, aware that its short barrel makes this sort of shot, pressing 500m, the circus variety. The three men he's watching have just arrived at a depression directly north of his OP and are setting up to act as a base of fire for their counterparts, now out of sight, over on the right flank. Concentrating hard, lest he inadvertently hit the targets that he is trying deliberately to miss, he squeezes the trigger. A second later, the lead figure jumps and ducks his head out of sight, prompting his two companions to do likewise. Tuck follows with two more shots, widely spaced, but he can't be sure what their effect, if any, is on the grounded trio. He hears shouting, in Polish, coming from the depression where his quarry is currently keeping out of sight, but it's so faint, and his Polish so basic, that he can't make out a single word that's being said.
Tucker -3 rounds
As soon as Konrad hears Tucker open fire, he squeezes off three evenly-spaced shots into the sky above him, simply trying to create enough racket to give the two teams on man-hunters the idea that they were up against more than just a lone wolf. He moved towards Thijs and Minh's position as he did so, wanting to be in a better position to coordinate the action and receive the incoming supposed U.S. Special Forces fellow.
Konrad -3 rounds
At roughly the same time that Tucker and Konrad open fire, Phillips makes a break for the ferry yard, trusting to the woods to conceal the move from the two pursuit teams. No bullets chase him, this time. He emerges from the trees into a little clearing (about 80m north of Minh, Thijs, and the recently-arrived Bayer) and is immediately met with a shouted challenge. He spots three people in the treeline on the opposite end of the clearing, two of whom- Thijs and Minh- are pointing weapons directly at him. They have him dead to rights. Phillips reluctantly holds his Tantal overhead with both hands, throwing himself on the mercy of the unknown pair.
Meanwhile, the three scroungers reach the moored Princess and places the first load of salvage aboard. It's tough to be doing this sort of grunt work when there's action afoot, but it's the reason the Kommando set foot on shore here in the first place. With the salvage safely aboard, the trio can either set off for the tug with load one, or leave the Princess moored and instead help out with the developing situation further inshore.
From his slightly elevated perch on the upper floor of an abandoned factory office building, Mark Scully loses sight of the eastern pursuit element, hidden now in the woods near the river's edge. The nearer group looks to have stopped moving. The grizzled SEAL recognizes the sharp bark of an M-14 rifle, although something about it seems a bit off.
Hunched over the radio nearby, Lizzie Kane is now in contact with the unidentified shore party from the tug they've been observing since midday. Contact with Titan One Three Bravo Two, however, appears just to have been lost.
Her small game hunt interrupted, Anastasjia Kovac decided to rest while her more-than-competent companions continued to do their jobs. There was indeed a thing called Too Many Cooks.
OOC: Tactical Overview- Tucker's modest show of force appears to have stopped the Western pursuit team, at least temporarily. The Eastern pursuit team is now out of sight, from everyone, in the woods to the NE of the ferry yard. It's unclear what they are currently up to.
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