Jose doesn't understand what's yelled from the other boat, but the context clues (i.e. large heavy bullets being fired at him) gives away that they aren't likely to be hostile. He then listens to Ward and Kessler before interjecting. "Aye, no. But I don't like it either. They say they're a troop transport? Did they say where they're headed, and can we radio to Nowak's people and ask if they're expecting reinforcements? If they aren't headed to our barracks, I'd hate for any of Nowak's people to get jumped by that." Jose hooks a thumb back at the passing Kormoran to underscore his point.

Ferro stays seated on the rear gunwale as the fishing boat makes it turn. She is still looking over the island but the change in direction brings the Kormoran into her field of view too. A glance is given but her commentary isn't for the gunboat. "Nothing on the island. Looks abandoned." Ferro says, all while still looking over her shoulder at what's now behind them. Abandoned isn't what she would expect. Olowianka was the enemy's main base of operations. Or one of them at least. Surely Woermann or whoever came after them left an occupation force. But maybe everyone else has manpower issues too. Or maybe they were just inside and it's all more simple than she's thinking it needs to be.

Ward's comment gets Ferro to give it another look. "Don't know..." she says quietly with a slight shakes of her head.

Ferro then turns back around so that she sitting straight. Kessler question pulls her in two directions. Intercepting and investigating is what should probably be done. But with Nowak on board? That factor might be an unnecessary risk. Ferro gives her answer silently by crooking her head and twisting her mouth a little. I don't know... probably not.

Tosh looks around inside their craft and back to the transport they just passed.  He lets out an exhale, "Oi mates!  That'll put a pucker spot in your skivvies, eh?"

He returns his attention to the inside of their boat and relaxes his grip on the RPK.  He turns to Captain Kessler, "What's the mission priority you set fer us Cap'n?  Gettin' Ms. Nowak back safe right?  Beggin' yer pardon sir but, we don't wanna risk another shootout on the water after what you lot just went through.  Make a call back'n let Fisher'n Kolstrup deal with them, yeah?"

"I don't have a single reason to intercept that heavily armed and armored craft.. especially while we've got walking wounded aboard this one," Ward offered with a slight shrug.  He'd been in enough 'action' in the last 24 hours to readily agree to almost anything that might avoid him having to treat more injured.

"They said that they are Golden Dawn, headed for the shipyard with reinforcements." Kessler fills in the gaps with the answers to Rodriguez's questions before announcing to everyone. "We'll let them be on their way," He's not sure that they ever had much choice, for he can't disagree with Ward's line of thinking. Or Lines' assertation that the most important thing is getting Nowak to her destination.

"We'll warn the kaserne and get them to alert the Zorya. Somebody there might be expecting them. If not they can pass the message along to whoever  they are in contact with. And take their own precautions. Just in case they are coming after them." He supposed that was possible as well, for the Zorya would be quite the prize in itself.  "Make sure we have eyes watching them in case they turn around and come back after us."

After one more cheery wave to the gunboat Kessler then goes to make contact with FOB McCarthy to appraise them of what's just happened and tell them to pass the word on.

In reply to Michael Kessler (msg # 429):
Tosh reaches for his binoculars from his buttpack, "Right.  I'll keep an eye out for our arses Cap'n."

Tosh finds a spot for himself at the back of their boat and begins to watch from behind them.

The unidentified woman standing outside of the Kormoran's up-armored wheelhouse returns a wave. Nobody else on the gunboat really moves, aside from turning their heads. When the stern comes into view, one can easily see scorch marks from when it was set ablaze and nearly scuttled in the harbor. By now, the two boats are heading further along separate canals and line of sight is only moments away from breaking. Nowak and Abel are overheard discussing who has command of the Kormoran, be it skipper or faction. Neither of them seem to really know. The riverine encounter then ends without further incident.

Kessler relays the Kormoran's suspicious sighting to the compound. Chris Walsh is monitoring the radio at the other end, with him being fit enough to fill in for the low intensity duty, and promises to pass on the warning. The American also reports that it's been quiet at the compound.

Watchful eyes turn right as a new source of movement is seen just inside the canal. There's a river-taxi stand here plus the service's main depot. It's comprised of a dock and some shacks, both of which are built out of salvaged materials from the nearby ruins. Several rowboats are tied up too. Normally they'd be all in use, moving people or goods up and down the canal, and out into the city's other useful waterways. You can go all the way up to the Great Mill from here. With a coup still underway however, only a handful of rowers and perhaps a couple hopeful passengers are present. They're milling around, as if unsure if they ought to continue laying low or not. Considering that so many people here live day to day, it's vital the fighting ends as quickly as possible so people can earn something to eat.

Next, the fishing boat covers somewhere between 150-200m more of the canal. Up ahead is bridge, which doesn't give enough clearance to allow passage for anything other than a rowboat. Fortunately, it's your intended stop anyway. Two figures then walk out onto the span and stop in the middle, looking this way. Kessler raises his binoculars, but Abel quickly informs him not to be alarmed. "Our people." Another crackle of not so distant gunfire sounds off, maybe to the west. Then comes a muffled blast before silence takes over once again. The pair up on the low bridge don't seem particularly concerned about the audible violence. It could just be Nowak's loyalists dealing with scattered pockets of resistance or looters.

Halina Nowak steps out of the fishing boat's little wheelhouse and joins the Mad Dogs out on the open deck. The craft is only creeping forward now, with its second crewman up on the bow, readying to secure it to simple makeshift dock that's lashed to one side of the bridge. A posted sign indicates that this is another river-taxi stop, with fares listed for other stops. Nowak exchanges looks with Michael. She's pale and tight lipped, no doubt dealing with immense discomfort, despite being medicated by Ward. The future leader of Gdansk gives the Hauptmann a nod, which he interprets as a silent thank you. The boat then makes contact with a mild bump, and everyone steadies themselves to keep their balance.

Disembarkation entails getting onto the dock and then climbing a staircase up a steep embankment to the road above. The staircase looks like it was hauled out of a house and placed here. Nowak experiences difficulty ascending but politely waves off Jake when he moves to assist.

Up top, four loyalists are present (the two on the bridge and two more) and waiting. Some of the Mad Dogs recognize them as the sniper team which were dropped off at the compound the other day by Valeska (see msg#230 Chap23). This is the same group that Marta Nalecz's childhood friend (Oliwa) is a part of. Lastly, it is also noted that there were five team members during that brief encounter, and now there are only four. Oliwa and another two men are dressed as typical militia, with a mix of military and rugged civilian clothing, and armed with two SVD rifles plus Oliwa's Uzi. The fourth person is another woman. She's dressed entirely in civilian clothing, a long and purplish padded parka & a two-tone grey toque decorated with leaping reindeer, and carries no visible weapon.

You notice the two snipers exchange glances after looking at Nowak, from head to toe. One of them then says, "Jesteś ranny." You're wounded. It sounds more of a statement than a question. And it also doesn't sound like they're surprised. Abel is quick to retort that Halina's wounds aren't bad, but it's clearly a lie, and that only seems to make it worse. The second sniper then asks, "Kto teraz dowodzi Zoryą?" Who is in command of the Zorya right now?
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With Nowak on her feet and not needing any immediate assistance, Jake orients himself to the west once at the road on the top of the embankment.  He takes a knee, then scans the area, mostly to orient himself, but also to ensure that none of the gunfire they could hear presented an immediate threat.  He stayed close enough to reach Halina quickly if needed and overhear more of the conversion she and Abel were having with the snipers... at least when the gunfire and explosions would permit.

"Spread out and keep watch." Kessler instructs the Mad Dogs as the Poles start to have a discussion amongst themselves. Kessler stays close to Nowak, interrupting before she can answer the sniper's question. "Czy możemy o tym porozmawiać, kiedy dotrzemy do Urzędu Pocztowego?" Can we maybe talk about this once we get to the Post Office?

Ferro eases herself off the rear of the boat and joins the lineup for the disembarkation. She then looks back at the rear of the boat and notices the Mad Dog's MG is still mounted. "The gun?" she asks aloud, while not sure if it's staying with the boat or if it was forgotten and someone is bringing it along. Ferro then gives a wave to one of the crew as a sign of thanks for the ride.

Up top, Ferro takes in the waiting team. She's curious to know their part in the coup and fighting but knows better to ask. Her eyes linger for a bit on the woman in the dark purple coat. A scout or spy it seems, and adding to Ferro's curiosity. Her interest is quickly pushes aside when the Poles start talking. Ferro senses some tension. Is there even a matter of questionable loyalty happening? She's relieved that Kessler tries to interrupt and put off the dialogue... even if momentarily.

Ferro eases herself away from the group and takes up a position looking across the bridge to the east. She can't help but look over her shoulder at least once though.

At the request of Kessler, Tosh exits the craft and takes up a watch position within 10-15 meters of Kessler and Nowak.  RPK at the low-ready, Tosh maintains an overwatch of any open areas that would 'appear' suspect or, a likely route of approach.

After seeing off the fishing boat, Per Kolstrup leaves the pier. In the morning light, he observes the sentries going through a shift change. Fox and Fischer have half as many sentries on duty compared to the nightly count. It's also noted that a few "new" additions are pitching in. Chris Walsh, for example, seats himself in the BTR to monitor the radio. He's still unfit for normal duties but can easily manage this. Another is Artur Deyna, the taxi driver who has been marooned here for a couple nights. He's sharing rooftop lookout duty with Artur Szukała (similar name) from Kaminski's little clan. Deyna has been eating and sleeping well here, so it's probably good that he pitches in somehow. That'll also become more important as the compound looks to be losing some of its strength.

Kolstrup watches as three of the remaining LoSA militia, plus two dependents, exit the front doors of the athletic club. All but one of them are wearing packs or kit bags of some kind. The odd man out is an older fellow with a graying and tangled looking beard. He's tall, dressed in a thick blue civilian coat, and wears a helmet (which is rare among the LoSA). Hung around a shoulder is a canvas bandolier which contains several magazines for his scratched and beat up AKM rifle. He's also got a whistle hung by a cord around his neck. Although none of the Mad Dogs got around to knowing his name, he has been through the thickest of fighting at the compound, usually from the slit trench, and is the only one opting to stay.

Michal, commanding the remnants of the LoSA squad, notices Kolstrup approaching and pauses on the stone walkway to speak to the Dane. "Wychodzimy." he informs Per. We are leaving. It appears that Kessler hadn't been able to successfully convince the dispirited and bitter group of survivors to remain. A gesture is made towards the fellow in the helmet. "Marcin will stay. Jego decyzja." His decision. Still halted, Michal then adjusts the weight on his shoulders while the others (minus Marcin) resume walking towards the main gate. It seems like he's thinking of something to say, but simply ends with a quiet sounding "Well... good luck." The squad leader then trails after his departing companions as they're filing through the gate.
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Per extends his working hand to the LoSA squad leader, says, "Thank you. Dziękuję." It's all he can think to say in the moment.

"Where are you off to now? Dokąd zmierzasz?"

There's no resentment in his tone, no accusation. He simply wants to know for intel purposes- deconfliction.

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Jose files off the boat with the other Mad Dogs, and almost slips on the makeshift stairway. He lets out a brief curse as his body twists, causing pain on the side of his disfigured face when he winces. He finally makes it to the top of the stairway and holds his AK in a low ready as he takes in the elevated surroundings.

After a moment of looking around, Jose meanders over to the corner of a nearby building in order to get some limited measure of cover while he keeps watch until the party starts to move again.

Halina Nowak doesn't answer the welcoming party's question. She quietly holds eye contact with the two snipers for a moment and then nods her head in Kessler's direction, answering the German officer without looking at him, "Tak." Yes. It seems to be directed more so at the pair from the other unit. They soon submit, with one of the snipers changing the subject, mentioning that their group had come directly from the post office. It's only a two or three minute walk. The fortified building is said to be secure by Nowak's loyalists and her allies.

Meanwhile, the other Mad Dogs have fanned out a little and are keeping an alert watch. There hasn't been any further gunfire in the distant at the moment, so the city feels quiet. A light wind blows through the street. Ward observes Nowak for a moment, checking to see how his cocktail of painkillers and boosters are going. So far so good, it seems.

Everyone starts walking along the road. Watchful eyes look towards the three and four level ruins which flank both sides. Someone up there would be extremely difficult to spot, due to the height, multitude of windows, and damage. But you're coming in from the opposite direction that was originally planned, and Kessler practiced tight OPSEC regarding the change. No ambush occurs. The buildings then quickly give way to a school sports field on the left and a long brick wall on the right. On the opposite side of the wall is a (unseen) sheltered courtyard and parking area for the post office. You can hear activity there, which sounds like a work party of sorts. The post office's fortified entrance draws into view next, along with half a dozen friendly militia guarding it, and you enter without incident. "Chyba możemy powiedzieć, że misja została wykonana." Abel says quietly, but sounding otherwise pleased, or relieved. I suppose we can say mission accomplished.

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Fifteen minutes pass, during which the Mad Dogs have found themselves in a large and almost entirely bare room (or hall). It's dim, with early morning light shining in through thick and almost translucent windows on one side. There's no heat.

As the Mad Dogs' job is done, they're are now observing from the sidelines. Abel and most of the other protection detail are too, for that matter. Nowak is standing in the center of the room, conferring with what appears to be subordinate commanders and aides, as well as the leadership from a few other allied factions. They're arranged in a hollow circle, Halina too, like hours on a clock, but with everyone's attention turned towards her as she does most of the talking. Nowak is stiff, as if trying to hide or downplay the seriousness of her gunshot wound, or maybe it's just the pain keeping her that way. Keen eyes notice that sometimes, someone's eyes lower to her body for a moment. They know.

Doctor Serrano leans towards Jake a little and whispers, with eyebrows raised slightly, "I actually didn't think she'd make it." The Hispanic physician is then quick to clarify, as if worried there might've been a misunderstanding. "I mean for the walk."

Scattered elsewhere in the hall, but strung along the walls such as yourselves, are other militia fighters. They appear relaxed, if not tired. Nobody really gives off the look of being celebratory despite the recent victory. Hardly any of them are familiar, however you do recognize the odd face or two, be it from the raid on The Twins, the fighting that broke out at the Solidarity Market, or places you simply can't remember. There's been a lot of battles after all, a long road to have gotten this far.

A set of double door then open and a well armed and kitted up squad in Polish combat fatigues enter without warning. Instinctively, you reach for your slung weapons, as do some of the other militia. The sudden tension is short lived, fortunately. The squad who've entered are not adversaries but a detachment from the Osprey Brigade. They're here to deliver some prisoners that they've captured, including Police General Kowalczyk (head of the MU security), Captain Beale (formerly of the IB), and another man that you've never seen before. The latter is also wounded but bandaged.

While the prisoners are being put before Nowak and the others in her circle, a very short middle aged fellow with an enormous mustache enters through the opened double doors. He announces loudly that there's hot food out in an adjacent room and beckons for everyone to follow him. Nowak makes eye contact with Kessler and gives the officer a subtle nod, as if having read his mind and assuring him that it's safe for him to let his guard down and exit.

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More minutes pass, during which the Mad Dogs and your companions have gone through a line up in front of tables placed end to end, containing big urns of soup and freshly baked bread. Kessler notes that this room is next door to Woermann's old company office. He remembers the time that he visited, with Waterloo's commander sharing his hoard of captured Soviet tobacco, and the two of them wondering if he was going to be arrested for an incident earlier that day during the parade for Lukasz Piszczek.

This room is also much smaller than the hall, so even when the different militias and factions stick to themselves, you're all pretty much together. Conversations are overheard. Most of them are about the recent fighting or unrelated and mundane things, like getting back to work. Or when they could expect the city to be powered up with atomic energy from the reactors onboard Nowak's submarine, the Zorya. Now and then though, a word or name is picked up which carries some significance closer to home, such as McCarthy or Kessler, or Mad Dogs. Three militia are also talking quietly about Nowak, but the context is drowned out by neighboring dialogue which is louder. It's noted that one of them wears Polish fatigues with Home Army and Witold Pilecki Detachment insignia. The other two are more or less dressed like Nowak's fellow pirates fishermen do.

Abel then politely taps Kessler on the arm. He informs the German officer that he and the Mad Dogs ought to head back to the compound, but they'll be touch. Alternatively, you can all stay longer and mingle or whatever, but the escort tasking is done. Nowak will be staying put for at least several hours, so you're free. It's up to you.

”Mad Dogs.” Kessler announces when Abel has withdrawn, loud enough for the Mad Dogs with him to hear ”On me.”

Once his small band has assembled the German Captain continues. ”I am going to stay here for the rest of the day. I can help with the interrogations.” It was an area that he had experience in, could perhaps assist Novak’s people in getting useful intelligence out of their prisoners, including the ones that the Osprey contingent had just delivered. ”Hopefully I might be able to find out what’s happened to Piszczek.”

Everyone else head back to FOB McCarthy. Ferro, you’ve got the lead. I’ll see if Nowak’s people can organise some transport, either vehicle or boat. When you get back rest up, defensive operations only. The Mad Dogs are out if the line for at least a couple of days. Jose, on the boat you mentioned our supply situation. Make a list of what we need and relay it to me here.” He presumes there must be comms at the Post Office that they can use to talk to each other. ”I’ll see what I can get from the new Government.” There’s a wry smile. ”I think they owe us a couple of crates of frag grenades and some rations at the very least.”

He then turns to Serrano. ”Herr Doktor, it’s not for me to give you orders but I think that perhaps it might be best for your patient if you were to stay with me? I’d certainly appreciate it. When I’m ready to head back to base I’ll arrange transport for both of us if you’re agreeable.”

"Me either to be honest.  Not without an IV in her arm and a bloodstream full of amphetamines.  Some patients are like that though," Jake replied adding a slight shrug with the last sentence.  "I've seen patients walk to the ambulance after getting hit by a car at 50 mph and fit-as-a-fiddle teenagers die from sports injuries everyone else just walks off.  Luck, faith, willpower... all play a role.  Nowak seems to have the later in spades," Ward added.

"If you are going to be here with her, I can pass you some of the supplies I have in case the wounds eventually overcome the willpower."

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If Dr. Serrano isn't going stick around, Jake will talk to Abel about who is going to provide care and arrange to over essential supplies.  I know their faction supplied the Mad Dogs with medical supplies, so they probably have some somewhere, Jake would just want make sure someone was close by with the training and supplies necessary to treat her immediately if needed.
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Ferro closes in to the tight circle that forms around Kessler. Not sure what he's about to say, she gives a cautionary glance over her shoulder to see if there's anyone too close to eavesdrop. It might be unavoidable though. Ferro then acknowledges Kessler's instructions with a nod and simple verbal confirmation. "Alright." She's about to suggest Kessler try to get Nowak to relocate the hospital from the compound. It's running out of space just as quickly as rations. But, she feels better knowing the city's last doctors are under Mad Dog protection, not someone else, so the suggestion goes unsaid.

Ferro then leans in a little closer and switches to German to pass on some concern she would rather keep from being overheard. "Ich habe das Gefühl, dass Nowaks Position nicht mehr so stark ist wie früher, jetzt, wo sie verletzt ist. Einige Leute reden nur, aber ich mache mir Sorgen, dass daraus Taten werden könnten. Sei vorsichtig."

Ferro will then leave when/if transportation is arranged and ready. If it isn't she knows the way back on foot.

"You got it, ehh. I'll write it down on the way back and make sure it gets sent back over the radio." One last task, he says to himself, and then maybe some much needed rest. Jose had been going hard over the past few days, harder than is normal even for him. It was starting to feel like his whole body was hurt. He knew it had been too long since the bandage around his ruined face had been changed - it would need to wait until they were back at the kaserne.

Jose pulls out his small notepad and the tiny stub of his pencil and starts marking items down as he absently starts following Ferro back out of the building to make their way back. What did the unit need? Rations. Grenades of all kinds. Ammunition for heavy weapons, forty mike mike (especially HEDP if they can find it), RPG rounds, ammo for the Carl Gustav, any kind of AT weapons, really, any and all medical supplies they could get their hands on, NV equipment, batteries. Rest. They needed rest first and foremost. A chance to sleep and a chance to heal. Regroup. Jose gingerly touches his hand to his bandaged cheek and wonders how long it will take to scar over. He puts the thoughts of his face and ear aside to again focus on the present. Rations. Rations and medical supplies - he underlines those two entries as a note to emphasize them on the call later. With the Marians gone, the barracks wasn't going to get additional food drops. And without food, the whole operation would be compromised. He underlines rations a second time.

Jose looks back up briefly to Ferro, Lines, and Ward. They were all sore from the past few days. Worn out. They needed a pick me up. Jose marks down a final bullet point on the piece of paper. And beer.

Michal accepts the Dane's hand. His grip isn't firm on account of a wound which is still on the mend. The LoSA squad leader then answers that he and the others are heading back to the Holy Trinity Church. He explains further that they intend on finding out who else from their band is alive, namely Lukasz Piszczek. Michal also lets on that he's concerned about the church (and the museum connected to it). If the LoSA have been destroyed, or even just scattered, then it's possible that their little stronghold could fall prey to looters.

A gesture is then directed towards Marcin (the sole LoSA to stay), with Michal informing Kolstrup, "Potrzebuje uzupełnienia." He needs resupply. The departing group then exit and are last seen walking down the lane.

Across town, Kessler's offer to remain at the post office and help with interrogations is accepted. He's also informed that tomorrow there will be a more formal ceremony (of sorts) regarding Halina Nowak's rule. The German officer and some of his Mad Dogs are expected to be present for that. Lastly, Waterloo will give Ferro and the others a lift back to the compound.

After a short wait, the departing Mad Dogs find themselves riding on top of Woermann's Marder IFV. A big red flag with a yellow crown and a set of double crosses, flies from the radio antenna. Heavily armed troops from the Osprey Brigade are seen throughout the drive, sometimes manning (or setting up) a checkpoint, but more often than not it's simply two men on a street corner, and the next, and the next. They're out in force, putting on a good display of strength and presence. The Marder's gunner, a young panzer-grenadier with an eye patch, offhandedly tells his passengers that there's a curfew tonight. It's also the cutoff time for those who qualify for amnesty to turn themselves in. The Marder then passes by a bloodied and beaten corpse that's been strung up against a streetlight post. There's a placard hung around the dead militiaman's neck, but the vehicle goes by too quickly to read it. "Ich schätze, er hatte keinen Anspruch auf Amnestie." the panzer-grenadier shouts over the Marder's engine.

Soon, the Marder crosses the twin bridges over the Motlawa and enters Sienna Grobla, your largely abandoned city district. Osprey is nowhere to be seen on this side of the river. There are almost nobody else either. The BRDM-2 from the Winged Hussars rushes past you, heading in the opposite direction. Several militia who're riding topside shout and taunt you in friendly fashion. One of them even attempts to toss a red smoke grenade onto the Marder. Their jeering and yelling then quickly fades into the distance, and the Marder turns onto the compound's lane.

1155hrs, December 17th, 2000
Sienna Grobla District, Gdansk
Partly Cloudy, 1^oC

It's now almost noontime. All Mad Dogs are now present at the compound with the exception of Kessler.

Situation and stray observations:

The athletic building's gymnasium/sleeping quarters is still being thoroughly used as a field hospital for Nowak loyalists. So your cots have been acquisitioned for the time being. Plus, with common room's sofa and comfortable furniture are being used for sleeping by the civilians who've been brought in from the school settlement.

Karolina Schleicher is seen outside of her cell and without a minder. Perhaps someone forgot to lock the (still wounded) prisoner back up. Regardless, she isn't attempting to escape or garrote anyone.

Fox and Fischer have the sentry rotation taken care of and no Mad Dogs who've been on recent operations is on it. This includes Corporal Lines.

Hauptmann Lutz of Waterloo Company, acting as liaison officer between his unit and the Mad Dogs, is ordered to depart with the Marder that drops the Mad Dogs off. With combat operations winding down, Woermann needs his officer back.

The damaged Krokodil is parked in front of the garage, but Reza Nassir is nowhere to be seen.
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Ferro slides of the Marder. "We should probably get organized." she says to the others with her. Kessler probably didn't want to get back to find out that nothing had been done in his absence. It wasn't easy though. She had to fight the temptation, no, the urge, to rest.

"I am going to see if I can arrange a recovery of the Humvee with Kaminski." Ferro announces, although at this point it just as much her talking to herself. His wrecker truck should be able to handle the Humvee. It might be beyond fixing but its parts will help get the other unarmored Humvee running again. Mechanic matters cause her to turn her head and gaze at the Krokodil. Reza might just be sleeping. Then again, his enthusiasm was noticeably absent the last time they talked. He might've taken the opportunity to make his exit. "If anyone sees Nassir tell him we need an updated sitrep on the Krok." Her voice doesn't convey much hope that anyone will see him.

Ferro then turns to Ward. "Hey. Where are you staying? I mean, do you have a place in town?" She knew Kessler offered him a place with the Mad Dogs as the new medic but she also knew he didn't just stroll in Gdansk yesterday. "What's your plan? You need to go back and get things, or..." The point of all this is that if Kaminski's truck is going to be outbound that could swing by Ward's place. If it's necessary.

There's no need to ask Rodriguez about the resupply list. She saw him jotting things down back at the post office. But she has something to request that he might have missed. "Jose. Before you fire that off over the radio, do you want to add 30mm rounds for me? The belted type used by AGS-17 launchers."

There was more to do around the compound but she'd handle Kaminski before attempting anything else herself.

"Yeah, so I was actually out looking for a new place for us to crash when I got swept up in all of this," Jake says when Ferro asked about where he was staying.  "My girlfriend and I stay on Nowe Ogrody, but since my training contract with over there ended, I've got to find a new place soon.  I started on Długa and didn't get too far in my search."

"At some point, I need to get back over to Nowe Ogrody and check in with Gosia," Ward added.  Gosia was one of the more common diminutive names given to girls named Małgorzata and presumably the name of his girlfriend.  "And yeah, if there's a place here we can use, we've got a few household things to collect."
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"Si, chica. Thirties, got it. How are you doing? Are you okay?"

At the conclusion of any conversation the pair has, he'll make his way inside and start checking in with various folks to ensure that his list is good to go and that he isn't missing anything dire, starting with the infirmary and then working his way through the compound, making sure to only meet with the official and unofficial Mad Dogs - he wasn't about to ask Kaminski or the docs; Kaminski because who knows what the criminal would ask for, and the docs because Jose already knew what they would request. He makes a note of Varis's request for additional 40mm grenades.

After making his rounds, he heads back outside to the Krok, where he finds Walsh. "Aye, Walsh. Good to see you up and moving about. Mind showing me how to use this thing's radio?"

Once on the horn with Kessler, Jose will pass along the following list of supplies that are needed at the compound:

1. Rations
   
2. Medical Supplies
   
3. Heavy weapon ammunition: GL grenades in 40mmN, 40mmS, and 30mmS varieties, RPG and Carl, grenades of all kinds but especially frag and flashbangs
   
4. NV equipment
   
5. Hand held Radios
   
6. Batteries
   
7. Beer/alcohol
   
8. Any other items folks have in mind but haven't relayed yet

"Okay well..." Ferro starts to reply back to Ward before trailing off a little as she thinks about the situation. "You seen what it's like in there right now. We are almost booked solid... temporarily." (A finger is raised to go with some positive thinking) "We'll find you something." Ferro wasn't even sure where she could bunk down herself, but they'd work out something or other. In the meantime though she will arrange for Kaminski to stop at the medic's place across town when Kaminski goes to retrieve the Humvee. "And I'll get you a ride."

It goes unsaid for now but she also makes a mental note to talk to Kessler about turning over their former medic's remaining supplies to Jake.

Wait, didn't I already do that? Ferro wonders. She had a little trouble thinking and remembering things since getting blown up in the Humvee.



"Thirties. Belted." Ferro repeats with a nodding head. A hand then touches her bandaged face when his question is shifts the topic to her. There's visible bruising too, which isn't all covered up by the bandage. "I'm fine. Concussion and some cuts." she answers. A thumbs up is given.

Varis sleeps the sleep of the dead, or close to it, and dreams dreams of surpassing strangeness, none of which he'll remember later. A doctor wakes him periodically to make sure he's still capable of waking, but he won't remember any of those interruptions either. All the while, the Latvian's brain slowly heals itself, reknitting or rewiring synaptic connections as needed. In a few more hours, he'll wake, feeling much more like himself. The swelling will have subsided, although he'll still sport two black eyes. Despite being fully functional, Varis will still be experiencing milder effects (headaches, Tinnitus, sensitivity to sound and light) of the Grade II concussion for few days hence.

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