While Gunny sets up his OP on the hood of the UAZ, Yazzie gives it a slightly more thorough going over. In the filthy cab he scrounges up seven loose 7.62mm S rounds and three loose 9mm M rounds as well as a small bag containing gold teeth (crowns, caps, and fillings). There are no signs of booby traps in the cab or under the chasis. After finishing his search, Yazzie pockets the items he’s found and heads back towards the Ural.

Snow moves to the Ural and finds the hood release. He pops it, then climbs up on the front fender to get a look inside. After a few moments’ investigation, he discovers the cause of the leak. One of the radiator hoses has been severed by a bullet. Miraculously, the rest of the engine- though needing significant routine maintenance- is undamaged. The left-front tire, however, is another matter…

Anneka finishes dressing Tuck’s wound as Konrad arrives to brief him. The Israeli medic stands to leave and addresses Tuck, “Try not to move around too much and- you don’t really need me to tell you this, I’m sure- don’t sit down. It’ll need stitches once we’re somewhere safe and clean. I’m going to check on the others.” She moves off to where Blue is sitting in the ditch.

Meanwhile, in the field, Joost searches the decapitated body. He finds two full 5.45mm b magazines, a bayonet and a pair of knuckle-dusters among the man’s webbing and pockets. A grenade fragment has entered the receiver of the man’s weapon, detonating the round in the chamber and damaging it beyond repair. A few meters to the left, Joost finds a battered but apparently functional riot shotgun lying abandoned in the grass. Joost kneels in the grass next to the shotty and begins loading his own shotgun as Max arrives.[Private to Joost van den Haas: Yes, you know of the ZOMO and this guy is dressed as one with a couple items of standard military kit mixed in.]

A bit further to the northeast, Wayne slows to let Milks pass and almost trips on a body. A man lays on his back, his face incredibly pale, eyes closed, pants soaked in blood. He’s either dead or very soon will be. A couple of meters away lies an AK-74. Wayne begins changing the lens on his camera to better shoot the scene.

Milks approaches the spot where Wayne indicated that he saw movement and yells his awkward Polish warning. He can clearly see the matted trail in the grass where the man was crawling. Following the trail with his eyes he spots a man wearing a mix of civilian and Polish military garb, a tear gas launcher slung across his back. He looks over his shoulder, sees the muzzle of Clarence’s carbine centered on his face, and begins shouting,

“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! I’m wounded. Please! Please!”

Actions?
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Clarence yells back at the Pole, "Hands up! Hands up or I shoot!"

Then he calls to Wayne, "Yo, Freeman! You got a weapon? I could use a hand here."

The whole time, Clarence keeps the muzzle of his AKSU centered on the Pole. With his off hand, he reaches for the radio handset tucked into his suspenders and transmits to anyone listening.

RADIO CHANNEL 3: "This is Milks; I got a live one up here. Looks to be slightly wounded. We could use some help securing the area. Over."


If the prisoner tries anything foolish, Clarence will end the shenanigans with a burst from his AKSU.
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"Why do I keep doing it?" he repeats.  Shrugging he continues, "I guess mainly cause it's all I know how to do.  Maybe someday my pictures can be testiment to a darker period in mankinds history.  Guess I am a sucker for noble ideals."

Wayne looks through the lens at the deadman but just can't bring himself to take the shot.   Bending down he closes his eyes and mutters something under his breath before rising and continuing his answers, "If I find some plastic bins to hold the printing solutions I can, but I don't have much photo paper left and..."

Interupted by Milk's yell he snaps his attention over into the bushes.  He rushes over to the AK-74, slinging his camera he grabs the weapon and trots toward the sound of Milk's voice.  Removing the magazine to insure there are at least a handful of rounds in it before re-inserting it.  Then pulling the bolt back Wayne makes sure a round is chambered.

As he approaches Milk he clicks the safety off, "Behind you on your right.  Want me to cover or search?"

[Private to Wayne Freeman: Whoops! I was looking at the wrong spot on my battlefield map. The weapon Wayne found and picked up is an AK-74. I editted your post to correspond with the change.]
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"If you'd secure the prisoner, that'd be great. I'm gonna make sure there aint no more surprises waiting out here for us."

With Wayne on the job, Clarence circles the prisoner to the left (east) in order to clear the area where the guy he shot earlier went down. He moves cautiously, senses on full alert, finger on the trigger.

Clarence will periodically sweep the nearby woodline with his eyes and weapon as he searches the grass.

Trotting over to Blue in the ditch Anneka drops down beside him and opens her small bag "It appears you have been using your body to catch some lead. Just let me have a look at your wounds and we can get you patched up."

{Private to Cap'n Rae: 07:31, Today: Anneka Soleblume rolled 7 using 1d10+3. Medical Diagnosis. ]

Tucker forces a smile at their medic, "Thanks Anneka, I'll keep that in mind!" he tells her as she trots away to the next in need.

Tucker turns to Bayer, "Bayer, you go ahead and follow Anneka around until we're ready to move.  I'll post here until we're ready to move on out.  And for god sakes, try to get someone to find out what's up with the vehicles!  Sound good?"

When the radio comes to life, he recognizes that it's Milks' voice and he's got a live one out there.  Transmitting on Channel Three, "Milks, Tuck.  Get him back here if you can or you know what to do!  Copy that?  Over!"

Tuck
M-16A2 MAG[30]/M-203 [1]HE
Trying to gather Intel from rest of squad

Secure the prisoner?! Wayne thinks to himself.  Bringing the AKM down and tucking it up against his body he moves a finger of his left hand to his lips, "Sshh.  Don't talk right now."

Max senses Wayne's uneasiness in securing the prisoner.

"Uh, you want me to do that?"

Max will sling his rifle while Wayne covers the prisoner if that looks to be OK with Wayne.

Max will step up to the prisoner, keeping out of the LOS between Wayne and the prone man. Max rolls the guy over, pins his arm behind his back, drops a knee into his back and holds him down.

"Got anything to secure him with?  Camera strap or something?  Or is there anything laying around of theirs that we can use?"


Max had listened to Waynes response around taking pictures, of this darker time in mans history.  Max also noticed wayne was reluctant to take the photo shot of the dying man.

"Some shots are just too dark, huh?"
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"It's fuck-all, just a shot-through hose. I'll have a look under the seat and check out if there's any spares*. The tyre's had it though, best change it." He says to the members in the area. "Maxie had it right though, we can run for five klicks on an empty radiator if we don't go fast, and it's not like we've got a full load on board."

He looks over to where they're securing the prisoner, and says into his radio;
"(Channel 3) I've got some ziplok restraints here, I can run out to you if you need it."

*(OOC): All spares gravitate under the passenger's seat in a truck. No one knows why.

(OOC): People may remember that Snowy has steel handcuffs on his belt.)

Nods, a bit embarassed about not being sure what to do, "Yeah, not really sure what I am doing here so any assistance would be great."

After Milk asks about something to secure the prisoner with, Wayne unclips the camera strap then slides the camera into the satchel before unsecuring the second clasp and tossing the strap over. "Remind me to get that back later." he says with an uneasy smile.

Max takes the strap and secures the prisoner, then rolls him over so the prisoner is laying on his back, with his arms pinned behind him.

"Sure, depending on how this guy goes, you might get the strap back sooner than you think

Having secured the prisoner, Max looks out towards the woods.  Looking for any more danger.

"Is there anything else to be gained out here?  What do we do with this guy?" Max asks, indicating the prisoner.
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The comment from Max about taking pictures of a deadman finally catch up to Waynes mind and he answers in a reflexive manor, "Yeah, just never can bring myself to do it.  Sometimes they look peaceful sometimes they look like they died a violent death, but regardless... I just never can seem to take the picture after the fact.  Guess there's something wrong up here."  He taps his forehead with his left hand before returning it to his temporary weapon.

"You got it Tuck" he grins as he gets up to follow Anneka "Guess you will be standing up for the next few days."

Konrad follows Anneka over to her next patient, as he passes Snowy Konrad says
"Yell out if you want a hand, otherwise I'm just acting local security for now."

Konrad Bayer
Following Anneka on her rounds and keeping an eye on the surrounding area
G36/HK69
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Adam overhears Snowy's assessment of the Ural's status and pipes in,

"We do not have spare hose or tire. If the engine stops, we will not be able to carry all of this cargo and our wounded. Can you not fix the leak some how?"

[Private to Trevor 'Snowy' White: OOC: I'm not much of a mechanic. Can a big truck like the Ural really drive 5km without coolant? I was thinking no. It's just a bit of a puzzle. There IS a solution to the hose dilemna, though. Gunny and Max have both mentioned it in passing, I believe.]

"Or I'll be on my stomach a lot," Tuck says back to Bayer as he moves off after Anneka to cover her.

Tucker turns to look at those by the truck and sees Snowy poking around.  He yells out to him, "SNOWY!  WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THE URAL?" he says waiting for an answer.

John will talk to Gunny in a low tone.

"Found some rounds and some gold teeth- want any? It's 7.62x39 and some small pistol rounds.Nothing special...Did not see any traps or anything out of the ordinary. So, who did Adam put in charge of this goat fuck? We just had contact and I'm not too impressed are you? If all is well with you, I will just follow your lead and be your number 2 man for any actions."


"What do you say boss?"

John will play heads up with his actions, keeping weapon at the ready until the gunny tells them to leave.
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[NPC'ed]

Parks replies to Yazzie, "Naw, keep the ammo. Thanks though. Gold teeth, huh? That's fucked up."

He pauses a moment, scanning the treeline through the scope of his Dragunov.

"Let's have one of the Australians check this UAZ out; see if there's anything wrong with it. Maybe we can use the parts to fix the Ural."

As she walked along she rearranged her medical bag and chatted to Bayer ”Sorry you got stuck nursemaiding me.” She pulled out some fresh dressings in readiness ”Once I finish here with our team I will check the prisoners as well.” Her eyes turned to the now perforated vehicle ”Looks like we could be here for a while till repairs are completed.”

Blus sits letting Anneka fuss over him, "It's only a flesh wound, my helmet saved the day though." he says looking down at the helmet and running his finger along the bullets course. "Hurts like buggery." he said rubbing his neck after he removed his gasmask.

He looked at the two newcomers and asks "Did we lose anyone?"
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She smiled as Blue examined his helmet ”From what I have heard you Aussies don’t need the helmet anyway.” she chuckled and added ”But lets not put it to the test. Ok.” She worked quickly on the wounds, her slim fingers gently cleaned and dressed them before she sat back on her haunches. ”ok all set to take on the world again.”
Rising she turned toward the prisoners and started forward, she didn’t think these would be so easily patched up.

"Thanks, I'd prefer not to find out either.  Well, no rest for the wicked; I'd best go take a look at that UAZ." says Blue rising slowly, "Konrad wasn't it, look after our Florence here, they are hard to come by." he nods to the German before gathering his gear and moving over to start checking the UAZ for explosives etc.
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Joost continues to police the effects of the decapitated body he is knelt beside.  He gathers two full magazines of Bloc assault rifle ammmuniton, along with a bayonet and a brass knuckles.  He stuffs these into his webbing, then picks up the scavenged riot gun and checks the action.  Satisfied with its operational condition, he slings it crosswise over his shoulder and rises to a crouch.  He spits unceremoniously on the corpse at his feet, and then - keeping a watchful eye toward the tree line - falls back to join the crowd now gathering at the site of the wounded captive.

"So ... what 'ave we 'ere?" Joost sneers upon reaching the secured prisoner.  "A couple of ZOMO pricks going into private enterprise?"  He watches the blood-soaked bandit's eyes widen at Joost's mention of ZOMO, the Zmotoryzowane Odwody Milicji Obywatelskiej or "Motorized Reserves of the Citizens' Militia" - Polish riot police.  Joost nods.  "(In Polish) That's right, comrade.  I know who you are."

He thumbs toward the pit from which he just returned.  "I recognized the uniform on 'Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner' back there."  He turns to his team mates and explains, in a thoughtful and reflective tone seemingly focused at the photographer, as though conducting a seminar or leading a museum tour, "ZOMO was the Polish riot cops before the war.  Militia.  Bunch of thugs, mostly. An' bloodthirsty sadists the whole lot of 'em."

Joost lets the Mossberg fall gently from his hand and turns his attention back to the bleeding man helplessly restrained at his feet.  "Now," he hisses in angry Polish as he produces a balisong - or, more commonly, a Filipino butterfly knife - and flips open the blade in a ritualistic swiveling blur.  Joost drops to his knees, holding the knife snug against the detainee's quivering throat and leans in to place his lips close to his quarry's ear.  "Tell my friends why I shouldn't end you right here."



[Joost]
At the site of the injured bandit
Balisong to the bandit's throat
Conducting a field interrogation

Wayne nods as the man talks then turns and walks away, "Just don't get blood on my camera strap, I'll be needing that back."

He'll walk back toward the vehicles checking the ground just in case anyone missed an AK magazine or other equipment.  As he closes in on the back of the truck he'll remove the magazine and empty the chamber, replacing the round into the magazine.  Setting the magazine and weapon on the back of the truck he'll drop down into a squat and take in a deep breath letting all that just happened to process.

Max steps back from the prone soldier as Joost steps up.  Joost drops into his "ZOMO" speal, and Wayne backs away.  The butterfly knife of Joost is out in an instant, and blurs as the blade flicks out and becomes stationary, at the soldiers neck.

The neck bulges, as does the eyes of the helpless man.  His arms pinned tightly behind him, Joost only inchs from his face, the knife even closer.

Max kneels down at the top of the mans head, so looking up at Max, Max appears upside down to him, while Joost fills his vision as he looms over his chest.

"You ZOMO?" asks Max, rationally.

Wayne has turned his back and walked away.  Max glares at the scared soldier, who cant take his eyes off Joost.  Max continues with two more questions, asking sternly but without the direct confrontational approach Joost is employing.

"Are, you, ZOMO?"

(response)

"How many are you?"

(response)

Max will make eye contact with Joost, raise an eyebrow, crick his kneck, asking with these body signs "you really going to knife him?".

In the field, Clarence continues his sweep towards the woodline while Wayne and Max tie up the wounded prisoner. The ragged looking man has a grenade fragment in his right thigh. Clarence steps over an AKM as he approaches the spot where his target went down earlier. He finds the unlucky man lying face down in the grass, a sticky, matted lump in the man's shaggy hair indicating a single bullet wound in the back of his head. Clarence can now see a couple of dozen meters into the treeline. He sees no sign of the enemy.

After plundering the headless ZOMO corpse, Joost walks over to the bound prisoner. He produces his butterfly knife and begins menacing the haggard man.
Max and Joost's good cop/bad cop routine produces swift results.The man begins rattling off in Polish. Unfortunately, Max can't follow much of what's being said. Joost however, smiles in a knowing and somewhat sinister fashion as the prisoner tells his tale.

[Private to Joost van den Haas: "Yes, yes, most of us are ZOMO. It is true. I'm not, though. I'm army. There are- were- seven of us. We were, er, looking for bandits. We ran out of meth and the jeep died. Er, we thought you were going to steal it. That's why we opened fire!  Look, please don't hurt me. We've got a motorbike! I can show you where it is. Please..."]

Wayne returns to the back of Ural and kneels, spent as the adrenaline in his system begins to dissipate. Tuck leans out of the ditch on his belly a few meters away.

Back on the road, Anneka, accompanied by Konrad, finishes tending to the last of the wounded. Blue stands up from the ditch where he spent the entire fight and moves under his own power to the UAZ. Gunny repositions his OP as the big Australian checks under the hood. The vehicle engine is poorly maintained but he can't see anything wrong with it from above. Yazzie stands quietly nearby; he still hasn't spoken to anyone but the gunny.

Snowy fails to find any spares for the Ural. The truck may be able to make it to the Queen without repairs but it's an uncertain proposition. Old Adam, clearly, does not relish the idea.

The brief but violent firefight is over. The team was surprised and suffered a few minor casualties but still managed to break the ambush and route the enemy force. The ambushers didn't fare nearly as well. Three lie dead, one has been captured, and at least one other was wounded. All that is left now is to get the group back on the road towards Nowy Huta.
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