Re: Ch. 1: The Wisla Krolowa
Old Adam and the male ORMO officer follow Griet into the bridge leaving the door open behind them.
OOC: The other PCs may follow them into the bridge or remain at their posts. If they stay, Snow and Clarence will be able to hear bits and pieces of the conversation that follows. Either way, Uller will provide translation of the exchange, either in real-time or after the fact, depending on what your PC chooses to do. Feel free to jump in if you want. Uller will translate for you as well.
Old Adam removes his hat and addressed the male ORMO officer,
"Well Porucznik* Zewlakow, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
Zewlakow reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out a crushed pack of cigarrettes. He casually removes one and lights it, failing to offer one to anyone else. After a couple of quick puffs, he replies,
"Why are you still here Rataj?"
"We are preparing the tug for the trip." Adam responds matter of factly.
"You picked up the bargeload of bicycles and sewing machines a week ago, Old man. The Rada are getting impatient. They made a significant investment in this boat and they're starting to wonder if they'll ever see a return. It's no secret you picked up a load of foreign mercenaries this morning. People are talking. This is beginning to look less and less like a legitimate business trip and more like a private... adventure."
He takes long drag on his cigarette while Adam responds,
"The foreigners, they are security. I only wish to protect the Rada's investment. Surely, that is not hard to understand."
"Perhaps. But some are saying that you're ultimate destination is Warsaw. That was not part of the agreement."
"Well..."
"So, Old man, the Rada are sending someone along with you to make sure you do your job, and nothing else. This is Chief Petty Officer Griet Niewiadomski, formerly of the Polish navy. She is to act as an 'advisor' and agent of the Krakow ORMO on behalf of the Rada. She has been authorized to take command of this vessel should you deviate from the agreed upon mission. You will go no further than Sandomierz and you will proceed with dispatch. Do I make myself clear?"
"Of course, Porucznik Zewlakow."
"Good."
Uller mutters in English, "This is fucked. The only thing the Rada did was grant us a 'permit' to salvage the engines- and we had to pay for that..."
Zewlakow replies sharply, "And those engines belong to Krakow. The ORMO will come here in force and take full possesion of this vessel if my instructions are not obeyed to the letter. Your mercenaries won't be able to protect you."
Seeking to defuse the situation, Adam speaks up abruptly, "We will depart tomorrow, as soon as it is light."
"You'd better. No more delays old man. If I have to come back here, it will be at the head of 100 men. See to it that you're gone in the morning."
Zewlakow finishes his cigarrette, dropping it on the floor and stubbing it out with his boot. Uller balls his fists in response only to receive a stern warning glance from Adam. The ORMO lietenant turns on his heel and, without so much as a goodbye to his female colleague, exits the wheelhouse.
*Lieutenant
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