In reply to Niewiele Dupek (msg # 83):

"You look ridiculous, babe" Abernathy said, the smile replaced with a look of worry. "I don't understand. What's going on again? You look like my second kid's father when he got drunk at that Haloween party. Why do you have to dress like that?"

"Cossack sheep fuckers," Gavin said as he put on the uniform.  What is this, the Civil War? he thought to himself.  Didn't Ivan know that cotton was king?  Fortunes had been made in the South from God's perfect fiber and for good reason.  Sure, cotton was shitty insulation when it got wet, but it was summer right now.  These Ukrainians must not have a second set of uniforms for winter, Gavin surmised, much to his own dismay.

"Yeah, I feel ridiculous too," Gavin said, agreeing with Abernathy.  He would keep this outfit on only as long as he had to.  It would be coming off once Wilson's bullshit had been sorted out.

"Don't look for logic Tabby, it's the fucking Army.  We are sorting out one of Wilson's fuck ups.  Prick isn't going to transfer any ammo to 2-21st or fire a single round to help until we do.  You've got to admire the avaricious bastard," Gavin said.

"We've got to render unto Caesar on this one."
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"Yeah" Pfc Abernathy said in a condescending tone, "Hail Chester. What a dick!"

<quote 1LT Gavin Barr>


"Steel Rain, Steel Rain, this Bushmaster Six.  I am at map grid 9729396...

"Six, this is Steel rain, over" the TOC came back while Старший лейтенант Barr sat itchy and fussy in the back of the Wagon. "From actual...move to golf charlie niner seven fife, niner three six...how copy, over?"

Gavin struggled to get a grease pencil and write down the grid coordinate. He got the code, found the numbers in the third and sixth position. Ok, 56, that must be the woman's mother's address. Now, street...what was the street name?

"++Solid copy Steel Rain.  Bushmaster is moving toward new coordinates.  Can you ask Actual what his favorite bar in Chojnice was?  I took a few bottles before we stepped off, but I can't remember which is his favorite.  I owe him a drink for getting me out from under the treadheads, over.++"  Gavin responded.  He hoped the pretext was enough to get him the street name.

"Roger Bushmaster Six stand by" the comm man said back at the TOC. He sounded like a young soldier from somewhere in the American Midwest. It was possible looked right at the man when he was back at the 3-19 FA TOC.

A minute or two went by as Abernathy drove the FISTv over terrrible Polish roads that weren't tended to  before the nuclear war that happened in this part of the world over three years ago. The FISTv's big tires hugged the road, and Abernathy sacrificed speed for safety in the inky black summer morning.

"S-Six, Steel Rain, over" the same comm specialist came back sounding less confident. "I have a message from Steel Rain actual, over. Please advise when you are ready to copy, over."

Ducking under his poncho liner, with his red-lensed flashlight and his grease pencil at the ready,  Gavin prepared to copy the message.  He pulled the radio handset under the makeshift light barrier.

"++Bushmaster is ready for your traffic Steel Rain, over++"

"R-Roger Bushmaster S-Six, transmission from Actual is as follows" the kid on the TOC side said, now really sounding shaken. "Quit fucking around and get on with it...over"

"Jackass,", Gavin said as shoved the handset back into the cradle.

[Private to GM: I assumed that the location on the Google Map is the exact house.  If that's not the case, does Gav have any idea where he is going?  Or do I have to wonder up and down the street like fucking Hansel and Gretel look for house #56?]

OOC:

Was that for me of for Wilson mate? :)

[Private to 1LT Gavin Barr: it's a cultural difference I'm thinking even Gav would not be familiar with. The towns over here are so small, the street names aren't named. My street address is literally "Town I Live In" Street, I shit you not!

I just wanted to throw a little wrinkle in there. That is the house. You're clear up to the pulling over 1000m away with the RCN rolls, so go ahead and post once that Gav gets there and he says or does _____ to/with Tabby Cat.]
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As the FISTv moved into position just outside of the village of Kamien, Gavin took a deep breath, while pulling and tugging at the uncomfortable uniform in an effort to make it more comfortable.

"Ok, stay here and keep watch.  I'll be back as soon as I can.  Keep the radio turned down and don't answer any calls unless it's me.  I'll have my hand radio, so if you have an emergency, give me a call and I'll come a running." Well, at least trotting, Gavin thought to himself considering the ill fitting boots.

[Private to GM: I had considered that the village might be so small that everything has only numbers, but figured I'd ask about streets.  Anyway, that was for Wilson of course... ;)]

"Hurry back, babe" Pfc Abernathy said to the FSO. "I don't like this at all."

OOC:

Gonna need a DIF:RCN, three AVG:RCNs, and a fairly clear direction, route-by-landmarks, and possibly a description of how Gavin moves, including as much detail as you wish. Basically, anything you think you can incluse so you won't get your face shot off.

ND

[Private to 1LT Gavin Barr: Really? Kinda disappointed it wasn't at me. ;) How's Mrs. FSO doing with her treatment?]

+++"Bushmaster Six, Alligator Six. We are in need of your services. How copy? Over."+++

Just before opening the door, Gavin heard the call from Alpha 1-40  He grabbed the hand set and replied.

"++"Alligator Six, this is Bushmaster Six.  Be advised - under orders from Money Shot Six Actual, Bushmaster has been unattached from Alligator.  You can take it up with him, but Money Shot is bingo ammo, so even if they wanted to help, they can't.  Bushmaster Six Actual, Out.++"

Barr waited two minutes, then transmitted again.

"++All stations, be advised, Bushmaster will be off net for the next 60 mikes for emergency radio maintenance.++"

In reply to 1LT Gavin Barr (msg # 96):

OOC:

A whole hour of 'radio maint'? That's not suspicious or anything!

ND

[Private to 1LT Gavin Barr: Get your ass to SA toute suite! This Finn is Finning KILLING me! Can they ALL be this fucking afraid of EVERY-FUCKING-THING??? How they ever beat the Soviets even a little bit I'll never know!]

Gavin moved toward town through the woods.  As he approached various clearings, he tried to stay low and move at a trot between any walls, bushes, or other areas offering cover or concealment.  He made note of any streetlights and tried to avoid illumination.  It was late and dark - he hoped that would help him.

OOC: Ok, here are the rolls.  I updated the map with 8 way points to illustrait the route.
08:13, Today: 1LT Gavin Barr rolled 78 using 1d100. RCN (AVG). Success
08:13, Today: 1LT Gavin Barr rolled 64 using 1d100. RCN Cat Failure Check. Not Cat.. just regular failure
08:13, Today: 1LT Gavin Barr rolled 90 using 1d100. RCN (AVG). failure - possible cat failure
08:13, Today: 1LT Gavin Barr rolled 45 using 1d100. RCN (AVG) . success
08:13, Today: 1LT Gavin Barr rolled 47 using 1d100. RCN (DIF). failure

OOC:

Fuckin' dice gods were angry at you mate :)

As the man from North Carolina moved on the outskirts of the village, he judged the best spot enter the town was a small house, with vined iron pipe trellises and a rusted out Warszawa pickup truck in the yard.  The bed of the truck held soil and a small herb garden.

As he considered the scene under the dim moonlight, Barr was jolted by the sound of a dog barking and running.  A dark shape moved from the house, rushing toward him.
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Shit, Barr thought to himself.  He looked around for any kind of fence that he might hop.  Shooting a dog was bound to draw even more unwanted attention.

OOC: 20:16, Today: 1LT Gavin Barr rolled 50 using 1d100. RCN.

OOC: Looking at the map between waypoint #5 and #6, it's hard to make out any fences, but there are a few barns.  AGL check to make it into one before Cujo says hello.

Gavin dashed for the nearest barn and put his shoulder into the door.  He hoped to be inside and shut it behing him before the dog could snack on him.

OOC: 18:49, Today: 1LT Gavin Barr rolled 8 using 1d20. AGL check. Success , AGL is 13

OOC:

Damn! was going to have some sort of Caddyshack moment to lighten the mood on Gav's dark mission, but you're too fast for me.

"I'll get you next time, Gadget, next time!"

Probably all those years of 'extra-cirricular activity' that has made him so agile!

ND
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Stuck inside the barn, Gavin considered his options.  He moved to the far side of the building, hoping to find another exit.

Barr herd a voice shout from the nearby house.

"Zamykany wy odurzony pies!!"

The Master Fister moved cautiously through the barn, as various scythes, pitch forks, and other sharp, slightly rusty implements could be found in abundance.  On the other side of the barn, a large door, through which you could drive a car or wagon, was barred closed with a long 2x4.

OOC: AVG RCN check if you want to try to unBarr the door and slip outside unnoticed.  ;)
This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 14:48, Wed 06 Feb 2013.

Gavin tried to slip out the back, but his attempts to be stealthy were thwarted.

OOC: Damn this die roller!  ARGH!!

15:48, Today: 1LT Gavin Barr rolled 40 using 1d100. RCN failure.
15:48, Today: 1LT Gavin Barr rolled 99 using 1d100. RCN (AVG).

Gavin dropped the bar, which hit a few rakes, which hit a few buckets.  It was as if a Rube Goldberg machine had been setup in the barn, with the sole purpose of making as much noise as possible.

"KTO JEST TAM?" issued out from the nearby house.  After a minute, the barn door Gavin had come through started to creak. Barr could see a shotgun barrel coming through the opening, it's owner not far behind.

OOC: Actions?