Standing just inside the doorway, Sebastian pipes in.

"Well, actually, at least one shot came from a building where a Soviet APC- a BTR, I think- and scout car were parked. And Corrigan was exchanging fire with an automatic weapon in the vicinity too, before he stumbled upon us. Perhaps our two groups were firing upon each other..."

He lets the thought trail off, studying the "newcomers'" faces for a reaction.
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"Oh F***. That was us. We have a BTR and a BRDM. None of you have a bow of any sort do you?" Bernhard rubbed his side where the quarrel had struck him the night before. "We're lucky no one got hit." He looks at the newcomers,"Please tell me none of you got hit?"

Doc shakes his head as the possibility of how tragic things could have been sinks in, "Nah, no one got hit and Corrigan got us outta dodge to this building shortly after the couple of shots. Important thing is no one got hurt. No arrow shooters though."

Cam would have been horrified, if she hadn’t already had that sinking feeling earlier..  One of the reasons she had asked a quiet question not so long ago.  There was still an empty hollow deep down, and the taste of ash in her mouth.  That was figurative of course.  A quiet nod was offered, a flicker of some dark stain passing in her gaze before the Dainish Lieutenant could manage a smile.  “We are all for- fort- ahh with luck..”, A quiet prayer was offered under her breath as she eased against the wall.. “Still sweep..  Maybe some back to camp while continue?.. Not safe at night, maybe day O.K.?”

He had known he recognized those vehicles, though it had been dark so couldn't be sure, and he had been so fatigued his judgement had been slipping, he was just glad nothing tragic had happened...

The mention of someone using a bow, though, drew his attention back to the conversation, seeing Bernhard rubbing his side, "Bow?  Then we have company somewhere around here...  Did anyone get hurt?" he asked, pointedly glancing at Bernhard...

Glancing at Camilla as she spoke he smiled, "Continuing a sweep would be good, I don't like having uninvited guests taking pot-shots at my friends..." he said with a slight grin.  "I say we start making tracks, though food sounds like an excellent idea I'd prefer to eat where we have a little more safety...  Any objections?" he asked of the group, suddenly wanting to be on the move again, hating the feeling of being a sitting duck...

  Nodding, "We are going to same town, if you have room will only take short time to get packed?"

Sebastian, trying to ease the sudden awkwardness that had enveloped the little gathering, smiled almost apologetically."Well, all's well that end's well, no? I'm just glad that your sniper was having an poor night. A bow, eh? Strange. Whoever is willing to pit bows and arrows against guns and bullets is someone I would not care to meet. The sooner we leave this place, the better, it seems. But, we do need to eat." Sebastian pats his ribs theatrically. All that talk of stew with Katka had fully awakened his stomach.

Tanya's head lowers when the question of casualties comes up.  "There was one," she says in a low voice thinking about the pregnant girl she had killed with the SAW.  It still plays fresh in her mind of that girls face laying there in the mud in the morning.

Marcus entered with the rest of the group to escape the relative threat outside.  It was difficult to always be vigilant, and he was getting tired.  When it's his turn to meet and greet he keeps it short and sweet, "Smith, hey." giving a curt firm handshake.  He kept an eye to the window and what was going on outside as the others talked.

Corrigan saw the lowering of Tanya's head, and sighed softly when she spoke, knowing almost instinctively what must have happened for Tanya's mood to darken so much, though he didn't know the details he could almost see what might have happened.

He stepped over to her and rested a hand on her shoulder, squeezing lightly as a concerned look came over his face, the hint of an understanding smile appearing, "Easy...  You ok?" he asked, letting her know he was there.  He was back with his friends, those he had fought and survived with, and he was there for every one of them...

"Fine," she said to Andy turning and walking away from him after he put his hand on her shoulder.  She's obviously upset and moved away to try and gain her composure away from the others.

Bernhard speaks into the mic and responds to Sergio's question,"We got four friendlies now, Sargeant Major C and three new friends. Will continue our sweep and return in about ten mikes. Will bring them in with us. Pass the word to everyone. Also, eat and prep to leave, I don't want to spend another second in this God-forsaken place."

Turning back to Corrigan,"You can finish your breakfast, we will run a small sweep of the area and then return. I wouldn't advise stepping out of here, just in case our snipers don't recognize you. When we return we will call out badger if everything is clear. You can use" Bernhard pauses and glances around the room, thinking of a counter,"You can use weasel"

Bernhard motions to Marcus,"Sgt Smith, Let us continue our sweep, same order as before."

[Private to Katka Valechzev; Sebastian Stoeckel; William Harvey Brooks; WO2 Andy Corrigan: As soon as Tanya is out the door Bernhard leans close to Corrigan,"Last night defending our AO Sgt. Redgrave killed a pregnant girl." Then he disappears out the door as he takes his position on the team's six]

  Katka slings her weapon and starts to pick up bits of broken furniture, holding up a chair leg and showing it to Sebastian with a knowing smile. "Let us start fire."

Camilla was mostly silent through the introductions, though she did react to the signs of distress in Tanya’s response…  Her lips parted as if to speak, but knew any words would ring hollow.. Cam did feel partly responsible, she could have ordered a cease-fire the moment the rounds went blazing, before things got out of control, but she just didn’t have a view of what was going on..

Redgrave was there, and took the initiative. -If she hadn’t done what she did,  and the dark shape crossing that wire was loaded down with explosives, or likewise.. Ashton had no doubt that things would have ended just as badly, but instead of mourning a stranger’s passing, Cam would have been mourning the lost of a few good friends that had put their lives on the line for her in the past.

Even that thought didn’t make things settle any easier, so the Lieutenant took a stance, making ready to move out in her spot.. “Tanya…”, Cam knew Redgrave would already be set, but if she was nudged enough to be angry maybe it would snap the depression away long enough to finish the sweep.. “Focus Mission..”   Truthfully it unsettled Cam to see the usually solid woman shaken like that.. Maybe later Redgrave could forgive Cam for the indignity, and for the blatant hypocracy.
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Doc nods solemly to the new info then forces up a smile as the others prepare to return to their patrol, "I'll have the kids packed and ready to go when ya'll get back."

Tanya wipes her face with the back of her hand and tries to clear her runny nose, "I'm good ma'am!  Good to go," she says trying to choke back any kind of emotion she was obviously showing.

She hated to show weakness like this, it wasn't in her nature to do so under the circumstances but, a pregnant girl lay dead in the street by their camp at her hand.  "Snap out of it you stupid bitch!  People are watching and looking at you," she thinks to herself trying to gain her composure.

Looking first at Katka holding the dismembered chair leg, Sebastian makes eye contact with Andy and Doc in turn before asking,

"Shall we?"
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Doc nods, "Major said it was ok, but make it snappy. Sebastain you can help her get the food done. I'll grab our gear and get it set up down here and keep an eye out. Need to be ready to move out and join the others as soon as they get back from their patrol. Ten minutes, fifteen tops."

At the order go, Smith is ready, he asks quickly, "Is there another way in or out of this place?" not wanting to make an easy target for some sniper by stepping out the way they came in.

The building, like most in this area of town, is a typical residential structure several floors high. At least two doors (front and rear) and several windows give access on the ground floor.
While structually sound and semi defendable, it shows the same signs as most others of being abandoned in a hurry over a year ago.

OOC: Going on the OOC post from Nuked, I’ll brush things up, and If this proves incorrect I apologize.  Also taking in account the IC Narration Post in the other thread.which I was guessing is applicable here. ^.^ <-disclaimer out of the way I'll probably cross post this

Frustrated by the lack of change, the lack of difference made by their efforts, Camilla kept pace with the team.  There appeared to be no sign of their attackers..  Washed away by the rain that still fell while they tended their wounds the night before?..   Most old villages barely had a ditch system, let alone large piped sewer network.  But if there were old tunnels set up pre-Cold War or otherwise.. They would likely only be accessible inside the buildings themselves..

If there was resistance in the village, which might have spurred the tragic event that cleansed this place, they must have been well entrenched. It was possible that locating such hiding holes would take some time.. Time they didn’t have, and as the morning progressed, she wondered what the next night would bring if they had to suffer another moment within these hollow dwellings.

Still she kept an eye out for tracks in the mud, where mud could be found.. Though only on the sides of their passing, due to the amount of people that were trudging along ahead of her position.  Maybe she didn’t find anything because of the division of her attention..  Scanning the roof-tops and watching their backs as they snaked along.

Whatever the outcome, her anxiety grew as the team made it back to the dwelling that held their new-found friends.. And she waited for the Major’s exchange that would call out those within and hopefully take them back to the main camp..  A few steps in the direction of getting out of here.

As she paused, sad eyes sought Tanya’s studying the sergeant. The psychologist in her wanted to help her friend through what happened, but she also knew that there must be some time allowed between.  The trick was not letting too much time pass.. It was a fine line.

Back to watching her corner, truthfully, there was still a raw ache to the side of her head.. And the dried blood itched beneath the helmet stinging slightly with the sweat.  The wound was as fresh in the mind as it was in the physical sense.. And the death of the young girl only added to her muddled emotions. Fighting for freedom in her own country, she had seen people die.  -Even saw the results of assaults gone wrong.. Attached to the German division later  did not diminish such horrors.  But when uniformed people were killing uniformed people it seemed strangely different. As if there was some sort of line between the two. Maybe it was her own disturbingly naïve perception that was at fault, but she felt it was almost harder dealing with killing people who did not wear uniforms, not at the time, but after.
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  Katka gets to work setting a fire in the wood stove as fast as she can, using a pan to heat the sausage up to save time. Stews will have to wait for later and she can still supliment their meal with the mystery meat in a can, just a shame theres no mustard.

  During the meal she double checks her pack to make sure Dok didnt miss anything, throwing in a few items scrounged from house. Throwing everything on and checking her weapon, shes ready to move out.

Sebastian helps Katka cook their meager breakfast. Having dressed and packed earlier, he is also ready to roll.

With a wink, he addresses Katka,"This smells wonderful, Katka. Would you happen to have been a chef before the war?"

To those assembled nearby, he adds,"Although I do not wish to insult Katka's cooking by eating too quickly, I really would like to leave this damned town as soon as possible. Shall we?"

Brooks brings his pack down from upstairs and sets in near the main door before he wanders the main room looking out the various windows keeping an eye out. More for the patrol returning than enemies. He speaks after hearing Sebastian, "Not a problem, go ahead and eat. I too wish to be ready to move out as soon as they get back from their patrol."

Bernhard follows the rest of the recon team on the remainder of their sweep. He keeps alert on the way, watching the rooftops and any openings in the buildings for any sign of danger. He is relieved when they get back to the newcomer's hideout and the challenge and response are given, and heartened when they return to their own encampment and he sees the progress that is being made in loading all their gear. He makes brief introductions between the two groups, then gives the order to finish packing and eating so they can be on their way to Krakow. As far as Bernhard is concerned, they can't leave this place soon enough.