Shaking Katka's hand he smiles, "Good to meet. And doctor always helpful, as are those who can shoot." he says tapping his own rifle.

"I think we are moving off, so lets get the others ready." Tkaing a last look out the window "You didn't see anyone else out around there?"

  "Heard a lot of shooting but, have not seen anyone in two days. Other than your friends."

Marcus nods to doc about suturing Cam's wound ASAP, which wasn't now.  He places the scrap cloth on her head and as gentle as anyone has ever seen him, he ties the ends to make a doo-rag for her.  Always without words he completes his task and walks away talking Doc Brooks with him to the BTR, "It seems we won't be able to split you medics up, so ride in the BTR and keep an eye on Lieutenant Don." emphasizing his words with a pointed finger gestured towards his head.  Without waiting for a reply he clasps the Corpsman on the back and walks off to tend to other matters.

"Aye aye, Sergeant." Brooks replies then looking at the exterior of the BTR trying to find a place to secure his pack away from engine intakes or exhaust areas. Taking only his rifle, medkit and gear on his back inside within him if at all possible. If he can't find a spot then he'll take it inside with him cramming it near him as best he can. Brooks will try and find a location near to the Lieutenant with the head injury, just to kee an eye out for signs of a concusion or an internal bleed.

Once seated he pulls his helmet off the canteen it's been slung to and secures it on his head, adjusting the chin strap, before trying to get as confortable ss one can get crammed in a vehicle like this.

"Hey Doc," Virgil called as he descended from the attic. Last out, he prefered to keep watch with his rifle for as long as possible to assist in avoiding any more nasty suprises like the night before.
"Why don't you come drive for me and the Sergeant Major? Be nice to have a medic aboard, just in case..." he gave a wink through the BTR-80 door.
"Besides having a little more space and better view than this tin can, you've got to be a better driver than Don!"

Brooks pivots in his step and turns his attention to the other vehicle giving it the same once over for a place to secure his pack to the outside. "Fine by me..." he pauses trying to remember if he got a name and rank on the voice yet. Then giving up he refocuses on the new vehicle, "I just work here. "

Bernhard watches as everyone loads up,"Well Doc, as long as you keep it wheels side down, you will do just fine. Now everyone get in so we can get out of this hellish place, and on to Krakow." Not that the Major had much of an idea what the city held for them. Hopefully they could rest a bit there, trade a few things, and continue back to the west and on to home.

Doc Brooks does a 360 around the vehicle and not feeling good about securing his pack to the outside, drags it with him into the BRDM. After tossing it behind the drivers seat he slides into the driver's spot and looks at all the strange hiroglyphs, "Someone is planning on giving me the crash course n what some of this means right? Looks like you drive this thing like a truck."

Brooks starts her up and follows the instructions of those present and gets ready to move out.

Marcus just shakes his head and shrugs.  He almost laughed, but it came out simply as a huff while he made his way to the BTR.
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Camilla trailed along filing into wherever she was assigned, Pausing to give Tanya a wry smile and a thumbs up..  Her helmet once again in place over the bandaging job. “Good out of this place yes?.. Maybe we get chance for Civi’s later. Maybe Yes?”

Don decides to help Brooks out. Standing beside the vehicle, he leans into the window. Everytime he feels like vomiting, he pulls his head out again, taking a couple of fresh breathes.

"You should really learn to read som chyrillian", Don says with a shrug. He points at whatever he has to, and he tells Brooks what the signs say. Enough to get the thing running. Then he takes a lie-down beside it for a few minutes, before heading to the others when it is time to go.

"Heya lads. I really think we should go now"

He takes the pills, even if he had planned to take them at embarking, since he really has a headache.

"And plot a course directly to Krakow, through the terrain. The closest way between a and b is a straight line. It's hills all the way there, that's probably easier to drive through than the craters in the roads anyway. And it should be a lot closer..."

OOC: By hills I hope it doesn't mean 'mountains not possible to pass'...

Corrigan watched over the group as they started to mount the vehicles, having kept his council to himself for the last little while, glad to be back with everyone but thankful to be moving on from this place...

The big RPK swept from left to right slowly, steadily, following his gaze as he turned to cover the movement and then, once everyone was about ready, he began to move towards the vehicles, taking a spot wherever there was space.

Tanya helps to put the rest of the gear on the vehicles and then gets herself ready to climb into the BTR.  She catches Cam smiling at her and giving her the thumbs up and she smiles back, mainly because Tanya always had found it funny when foreigners gave the 'thumbs up' or 'we're number one' signals.  Tanya nods her head to Cam motioning to her to get in the vehicle next to her so they can leave this sesspool and the bad memories their short time her has generated.  "It's very good to get out of this place Lootenant!  Maybe that will help me get over what went on here.  I planned on going into civvie's when we got closer to Krakow."
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As everyone is gathering around the vehicles Brown moves to the top of the BRDM and slides in down the commanders hatch. Taking his pack with him he moves to the back of the vehicle, where is turret spot is. Setting his gear and his personal weapon close at hand he tries to get as confortable as possible in his assigned spot, also making sure all instruments are operating properly.

When Brooks enters the vehicle through the hatch Brown greets him friendly.

"See you are the new designated driver for us doc. Always good to know we have a medic close at hand."

After that he gives the doc a hand with his pack.

Bernhard moved over to Doc Brooks in the driver's compartment of the BRDM,"Sgt Brown talked to some horsemen that came here a few days ago. He knows the shortest route to get to Krakow and will guide you. Just go where he says and you will do fine." He checks on everyone as they load up in the BTR, before loading up himself. "Now, lets get out of this place and on to somewhere a bit less hostile."

Sebastian turns to those sitting along side him in the cramped troop compartment of the BTR.

"So this is what a sardine feels like. If no one minds, I think I'll open up a roof hatch."

Sebastian opens a roof hatch and stands up. He intends to travel like this for two reasons. First, he will be of some use to the party by keeping an eye out for trouble. Second, if the BTR is hit, he stands a better chance of escaping. Self preservation is a skill that Sebastian has in abundance.

OOC: I think that there is at least one other roof hatch if anyone cares to join Sebastian on lookout duty.

  Katka climbs in to the BTR and finds a seat as far forward as she can manage, she taps Sebastian in the leg to get his attention. "Wait untill we do not have roof tops above our heads, then open both, ok? Get air in here."

As always Marcus takes a knee and helps to maintain security while everyone else boards the BTR-80.  But before that he makes sure to give Cam and Don a hand in getting into the vehicle.

Camilla nodded to Tanya’s words, sharing the sentiment and thankful for Marcus’s help earlier with getting into the vehicle.  What a mess.  The place was crowded, hatches were opening and then closing.. And she had to un-sling her rifle to sit,  if there was room. The AK was set butt-first to the floor, of course the safety was on, and the chamber clear.. and she grasped it firmly.. Pack was wherever those things were stored.. Or on her back if such was possible.

She was thoughtful, the smell of gun oil, sweat, mud tracked in from outside and the machine itself bombarded her senses. Confined and crammed. If they had the fuel, and the time, and countless other things that they didn’t have, she might have had something to suggest. Ultimately Ashton was tired, sure they slept the night before..  There was no good choice, just a lesser of two evils.  Dressed like they were and riding in the vehicles they were in even anti-soviet forces wouldn’t be out of step to take a shot at them. Though she was under the impression there were a lot of anti-military sentiment in the region. Slavers, insurgents, enemy patrols, self made rulers, savage gangs.. And lets not forget the mole people..

The simple joy’s of a ride in the country.  She put on a smile despite her darkened thoughts and settled in.

Tanya had carried in her RPK and has put it on the floor in front of her while Cam and her settles in.  She picks it up when she's settleted in and lets it lean on her while the others can get in and seated.  Tanya looks at Cam and smiles lightly,  "We're finally getting out of here!  Thank God."

"Good point."

Sebastian lowered himself back into the crowded BTR and wedged himself into a seat next to Katka. The smell hanging in the interior of the battered Russian APC was noticeably musty. He smiled awkwardly at the others. He'd made every effort to be friendly, apparently to no avail. This seemed to be a tight-knit group. Their wariness about newcomers shouldn't come as a surprise, but they didn't seem too keen on travelling with unfamiliar faces. Sebastian supposed he would have to prove himself to them somehow before they would warm to his presence. Fair enough,he thought.

"Why don't you hang about with us Marcus. We've got the space and could do with something resembling a heavy weapon."
Besides the KPV machineguns mounted on the two vehicles and Winters M72 LAWs, Marcus' grenade launcher was about the most powerful weapon the group had. Certainly most portable.

Usually Don tries to open doors and escort young women, but in his condition it is he who has to be led into the vehicle.

He takes a place to sit, and almost falls down on it when trying to sit...

His breath is heavy, and he holds a hand on his head.

"This bus is even smaller than the Hebredian Express", he says almost with as smile, but with his eyes closed.

He has always been the odd egg in the basket, but this time he actually looks like it as well, dressed in a suit instead of the other's uniforms. He wonders what Michelle has put on, if anything, but he decides to not even open his eyes to see for himself. His head hurts too much. And he believes his fantasy is better than his eyes anyway.

Marcus nods to Matterson understanding his intentions, "Right."  After making sure everyone else was loaded up he made his way to the BRDM and hopped in, making sure that he was near a crew door where he could stick out his weapon and especially make use of the grenade launcher.  Stowing his gear where ever he could he made sure extra ammo was readily available.
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As instructed Brown explains what the Estonians explained him about the shortest route to Doc Brooks.

”The horsemen told us that there is a reasonable chance we run into anti pact troops when we take this route, but by the best of their knowledge they did not have any heavy weapons. So when we stay inside these tin cans we should be reasonably safe”

So I hope Brown didn’t add. The configuration of the BRDM was such that he feared there would not be much of a chance to bail out of it quick enough if things got real troublesome.