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Tucker let's Clarence handle the hook-up between the two elements and then moves in when everyone is together.  He gives the two Marines a big smile and trhen a handshake, happy to see the both of them are in good shape.  "Good to see you two guys are doing good.  Clarence has filled you in already?  Good.  What can you guys tell us?"  He waits for their input and then gathers everyone together.  "We don't have a lot of time.  Griet, Yazzie, you've got security.  Yazzie, find a good spot where you can support each other if necessary.  The rest of us are out on  scrounging detail.  If you find something and you don't know what it is, leave it and ask someone who might.  Dawid, you got the ZSU and any other heavy weapons with the Major."

Tucker turns to face Anneka to answer her question.  "I'd say yeah if it looks serviceable enough.  We could wash them out and sew 'em up if needed in case we wanted to use 'em or sell 'em.  Look, I need Griet on security with Yazzie to watch our backs while we snoop around.  I thought putting Dawid with you would let you keep an eye on him while we're here.  He's the best one we got when it comes to the big guns around here.  Fair enough Major?"
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"I can live with that although I would prefer Dawid limit his movements. I'll be roaming around a fair bit scrounging so once he's done checking over the ZSU, he should be put on security."
At last they were working together, exactly the way they should have to begin with!
"Lets leave the uniforms for now though and grab them if time allows. I'm fairly sure we'll find plenty else to fill the dinghy."
The ZSU would be a valuable addition to their armoury but it would take one hell of a lot of work getting it aboard. Even the small arms, food, parts and other items they were sure to find would probably take more than one or two trips to ferry across.
"Can you put in a call to Adam and see what he thinks about re-entering the lock? If he leaves the barge moored downstream a little way he should be able to tie off against one side while we load."
If not for the current, the lock channel would have been a perfect dock. Solid vertical sides that ran right up to the edge would almost have enabled driving vehicles directly on and off a vessel's decking - provided the water level had been adjusted.
"Better let Bayer know we could be a little while too," she said almost as an afterthought and indicating the radio Tucker carried.
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Konrad sits upright with a concerned look on his face, "What's that?" he asks to no one in particular.

Staying low he moves towards the bridge on a search for Adam. On the way he brings up his radio handset again... whats going on out there? "Team Tucker this is Tug. Send SITREP. What is you ETA to return to my position, over." He takes a quick glance to make sure the radio's frequency didn't get switched by accident and speaks louder this time just in case its a matter of poor comms.

Arriving at the bridge he gets Adam's immediate attention, "What is it? Engine failure?"
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Snowy gets his weapon ready and ducks into the pilothouse, moving with a purpose.

"Sounds bad boss, let's get moving and drop the rear pick or we'll drift downstream and further into Indian Country." He says to the gathered personnel there. "Do you need help dropping the anchor?"

HIgnoring his pounding head Dawid said to Anneka, "my apologies for not recognising your rank, Major. I do not have much experience with identifying NATO insignia!" His face looked terrible, literally caked in blood, but some colour was returning to his cheeks.

He said to Clarence, "my friend, if I may borrow those ammunition magazines you found, I would greatly appreciate it." Regardless of the answer, he stripped off the dead Russian's 4-cell "Lifchiki" (brassier) chest ammo-harness and put it on.

OOC: I assume that if the "webbing" with ammo was an older-style shoulder pouch his comrades would have simply taken it. Plus, laying face-down would have concealed any magazines in the harness, explaining why they were missed.

At the docks, he looked at the wreckage and bodies. It was unusual to see his handiwork up close and personal. There was a disconnect there, like this was someone else's doing and not his. Although Clarence's hands had physically dropped the shells down the barrel, it was his aiming that had allowed them to seek their target with deadly precision. With John's aid.

Sighing, he lit a cigarette. It was good the Major had stood up for herself, although her timing could have been far better. It was awkward when an officer who under the situation could be considered a nominal "observer" (that is, of a superior rank but technically not in command) decided to pull rank on a mission leader. Both looked like they had mastered their emotions and were working together effectively. His estimation of the abilities of both had gone up as a result.

"Now then, I will examine the gun and determine a way to recover it if possible. This will probably require getting one or both vehicles running. As we are probably not taking the truck with us, that will be that smaller utility vehicle. Which will do nicely if it runs," he said, motioning towards the half-covered UAZ or other small truck stored under the debris-littered tarpaulin. He patted the tool pouch and smiled.

"There was also a motorcycle that we saw. If it is still here."

"That gun will have wheels that are retracted when set up, if not removed for some reason. Worse comes to worse we could simply wheel it by hand, or use the smaller truck to help tow the larger on on it's wheel rims, which will wreck them, but that is no great consequence. We could even run the truck on its rims, if need be."

"Where there is a mortar, there is ammunition!" He pointed towards the mortar pit on the far side of the canal. "They had to have a way of getting across. There's no bridge, and the locks are gone. Therefore there will be boats, likely more than one, to allow access to the island."

"In my opinion recovering any such 82mm ammunition is our most important find here, as it enhances a weapon we already have. We could drive it back, float it down the current on a raft or boat, if there is one. Whichever."

When finished, he went over and carefully checked the gun its 23mm ammunition to see if they were booby-trapped, and the gun for functionality, test firing a round. After that, he quickly checked for spare tires for the truck in the looted goods. Then on to the other vehicle and the motorcycle to see if they were in running condition.

Trying not to aggravate his wound, he tried to take it easy physically, pointing out any useful salvage but not attempting to lift anything or exert himself.

Someone else could deal with freeing prisoner, he had his priorities and not a lot of time. Plus, in Polish army "Puma" cammies he would just as likely be taken as an enemy than a liberator by the freed man!


Dawid Piotrowski
AKS-74U (30/30)
Salvaging the gun and vehicles
[Private to Cap'n Rae: Honestly, I'm glad you kind of rewound it a little. I was happy with Dawid going back and it made sense in the situation. But I also felt that the RP was kind of abruptly halted, as Dawid only said he was going, not that he was actually going! - Tony]
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Tucker begins to address Anneka when he hears Bayer calling on the radio.  "Hold on a second Major,"

  Tucker says bringing the radio handset to his ear.  Tug, this is Tucker.  Be advised, we're at the locks right now beginning a sweep of the area for supplies and Intel.  We estimate at least zero-one hours for proper search and seizure.  Will advise again at the end of that time if we're not ready to extract.  Also, any chance of tying off to lock or re-entering, Over?"

Rob turns his attention back to Anneka when Bayer gives his instructions.  "I think the best course right now is to find everything we can, gather it all up, and then see what we can reasonably bring back, or get back to the tug.  Obviously heavy weapons and ammo is going to be a priority, followed by other small arms and ammo, fuel, lubricants, food, water, etc..  We'll have to see if we can get the tug close enough to dock or we'll just have to use the raft to ferry the stuff back and forth.  If it weren't for the big stuff the marauders had lying around here, Dawid would've been immeidately put on security."

Tucker
M-16A2/M-203
Tyring to get the scrounge set up and finally get to the new Brit PC

Konrad enters the bridge to witness a rapid-fire exchange in Polish between Adam and the young, sooty deck hand. The discussion ends abruptly and the boy brushes past Konrad as Adam turns to reply to Konrad's inquiry.

"She has, er, exploded a major steam line. We're losing pressure and we can't hold against the current. I've sent for Tadeuz and Walter to drop the stern anchor. Any help you can give them..."
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Tucker bring his rifle/grenade launcher combo up to his shoulder as he sees someone struggling in the rubble of the building that was destroyed by the auto-mortar.  "That's two strikes against you already 'mate!'  we ain't no Ivan's and we ain't queer.  Now just who the fuck are you lying in a building that once was full of  marauders?  To slow to get up and take a couple of pot-shots at us?" Tucker says to the obvious Englishman coming out of the haze.

Tuck
M-16A2/M-203
Finding the English soldier in the rubble

Parks smiles slightly as the other join them near the control house but keeps and eye on the mortar pit he's been watching for a good while now. Just as he stops to shake Tucker's hand he looks back to see his "rabbit" hopping into the safety of the  underbrush. "God damn it! That little bastard got away!" His anger seems to fade quickly as he turns back to listen to the team.
  After hearing most of the discussion and wondering what he was missing in the conversation he chimes in. " If you got no problems with it Tuck, I will help cover the teams. Yazz can nose around and see if he can find tracks outside the blast area to guess how they got across. We haven't seen any boats from our snoop but who knows." With that Parks motions Yazz to hand over his radio and once he has it reports in to the tug. " Sandbag this is guns. With tuck. We have 1 WIA and no KIA.  Starting to snoop about now. Will advise. Over" Parks slides the radio back into his harness not waiting for a response, knowing if the radio didn't work it really didn't matter.
   Upon hearing the bluster and cussing of the, sounds like, english trooper, Parks smiles and turns to Tuck. "What tha' fuck are we tha new UN? Don't we have a Brit already?" Shaking his head and laughing a little he steps off to go inspect Dawid.
  "You ok bud? Ya look like shit and don't smell no different." Parks says light heartedly.
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Still more or less turtled in the rubble, the irate Englishman stares at Tucker. "Whithefeck are you talking about? Did being trussed-up like a market pig not give it away, or do most Ivans you trot across out here normally tie themselves up before makin' their cunning attacks?"

He struggles around onto his side, kicks his legs spasmodically until he reaches something resembling a sitting position, and spits bloody saliva onto the ground. "Ach, don't mind me. Kind of stroppy after this whole affair with yon Ivans. Warrant Officer Maddock, His Majesty's Royal Marines, at your service. Yanks, is it, then? Somehow, it just had to be Yanks. At least tell me some of ye are Leathernecks."

Konrad gives an affirming nod to Adam and hurries to find the rest of his crew. "Mr. White! This is your show, you are in command. Grab whoever you need and drop the stern anchor... and whatever else needs getting done! See to Adam for additional instructions!"

Remembering what Sgt Tucker asked on the radio he doubles back to Adam. "Can we return to the locks Adam? If not now, after we've dealt with our problem?"

From where he was, Dawid smiled and replied, "Guns, you go fornicate with my mother right now! No, wait, your mother. Ah, no, no. That came out all wrong." He touched a couple of fingertips to his face and they came away tacky with blood. Wiping them on his tunic he said, "I guess I do look like shit, after all. It is only a graze, a cut scalp. We ran into a few pickets, got one. I guess you didn't see the others and thought they may be coming your way, we should keep an eye out for them."


Dawid Piotrowski
AKS-74U (30/30 rounds)
Salvaging the AA gun, looking over the vehicles
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Anneka nodded along in agreement.
"Might be best to leave all the heavier equipment where it lies for the moment and just take note. Don't yet know how we're go"
The twin barreled gun Dawid was checking over looked like it weighed a good tonne or more. Mortar ammo she knew from helping load it aboard the tug was also fairly heavy and bulky to carry any distance.

A disturbance cut short any further discussions for the moment.
"You'd better sort that out. I'll look around with Milk and see what's worth taking." She hoped the Sergeant had the sense to disperse the troops a little. With everone apparently congregating in or around the collapsed building, it didn't leave too many on watch.

"Milk! With me," she called as Tucker ran off.
"Shall we go shopping?" she said, uzi cradled in the crook of one arm.

Heading off to scrounge for weapons, ammo, food, fuel, etc. Noting the position of anything heavier than a few kilograms or moving them into full view if feasible/logical

Milk, surprised by the medic's recent onset of assertiveness, falls in.

"You got it, major. But, with all due respect sir, aint no way I'm strippin' no dead bodies."

Clarence, keeps a weary eye out for trouble as he squats to examine the various pieces of equipment scattered about. His first priority is to pick up a long-barreled AK-74. His carbine is handy in tight spaces, but in the last two firefights, he's really felt its lack of range.

Clarence
On the lock platform
AKSU-74
One eye out for serviceable weapons, the other for trouble

with no talking john will set out to search and loot any body's he finds he will turn over any information privatly to gunny..he will be very through about this and not talk or tell anyone what he is doing..he will search the bodys outside then inside...once that task is done he will search the inside of te building for anything of value.


John
searching bodys
ak-47

With Griet pulling security on the south side of the lock, and Gunny on the north, the rest of the team gets to work.

Dawid inspects the Ural and finds it badly damaged. In addition to the six flat tires, the engine block appears to have taken some shrapnel as well. It's leaking all manner of fluids and, in Dawid's assessment, if it could be repaired, it would take at least a couple of hours to do so. The ZU-23-2, however, facing away from the blast and shielded, to a degree, by the sidewalls of the truck bed, appears to be in functioning condition. Dawid shifts from the Ural to the smaller utility vehicle parked along the east wall of the lock control building. On the way, he notes a motorcycle- likely the one seen on the bridge the day before- propped against the west wall. He circles the structure to the "jeep". Pulling the tarp off of it takes some work, sprinkled, as it is, with debris from the buildings shattered roof. Dawid manages to remove most of it, but one corner is pinned fast. He climbs up on the sideboard of the vehicle to find the source of the problem. A mangled body, apparently hurled from the roof along with the other blast debris, wedges the tarp between the side of the building and the side of the vehicle. Aside from a smashed windshield, the vehicle (a Polish military UAZ) appears relatively intact. It'll take some doing, but the tarp can be moved out of the way, allowing for a more thorough inspection of the UAZ.

Anneka, Clarence, and Yazzie quickly ammass a pile of weapons from the lock platform, sorting them into three piles: write-off, spare parts, and serviceable.

In the lock house, Tuck and the Royal Marine face off across the chaos of the room.

As yet, no one has had a chance to inspect the interior of the lock control house, but, at first glance, Tucker notes that it is littered with piles of all kinds of military and civilian goods- the amassed plunder of the marauders' week-and-a-half in charge of the river passage.

[OOC: The following weapons were found on the lock platform.
Write-off: 1 RPK-74 with scope, 2 AK-74, 1 BG-15
Spare parts: 2 AK-74
Serviceable: 2 AK-74, 1 Makarov, 1 Stetchkin, 1 HP-35

Ammunition: 23 full magazines of 5.45mm b, 4 mags of 9mm M, 3 mags of 9mm P, 5 fragmentation grenades, 1 box magazine of 23mm HE, 1 box magazine of 23mm API (33 rounds each)]

Landing Team Actions?
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As the land-bound teams link up and begin their scavenging, the Krolowa drifts along with the powerful current. It drifts about 200 meters downriver before Tadeuz, Walter, and the boy can drop the stern anchor. When the tug finally slows to a stop, it is out of effective small arms fire range from the island. It's stern HMG (and the currently unmanned AGS-17), however, can still reach out and touch the island, should the need arise.

Blue makes his way from the aft Dushka- kicking spent brass across the deck as he goes- to the stern AGS position. He carefully rolls Joost on to his side and immediately notices large entry and exit holes in the South African's neck. From the amount of blood on the deck adn the palor of Joost's face, Blue is certain the man is dead but he checks for a pulse anyway. Nothing.

On the Bridge, Adam responds to Konrad's querry. "I doubt we can sail back up the channel now, even without the barge. I must go below. Excuse me."

Konrad stays on the bridge with the sour-faced Uller, monitoring the team's radio net while Snowy accompanies Adam to the engine room. There, they find Gryzech, hand on his hips. Streams of sweat have cut rivulets into the coal dust coating his face. He shakes his head at Adam, and rattles off in Polish too fast and dirty for Snowy to understand. Adam turns to Snow and sumarizes,

"The engine was working to hard trying to stop the combined weight of the tug and barge from floating with the strong current flowing out of the canal. A steam pipe blew- thank God that no one was hurt- and we lost pressure. It can be fixed, but the boiler will have to be shut down before he starts repairs. This will take some time. If you or your team can assist him, it may go more quickly."

Meanwhile, back on the bridge, Uller glances at Konrad and says, "Well, we are fucked now. If Russians come, we are sitting duck, no? Good plan, herr German, good plan." The sarcasm is thick enough to be cut with a knife.

Tug Team Actions?
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"Well Boss," Says Snowy, frowning at the engine, "we don't have any time to lose. Let's drop the sand anchor right here. Then we'll swap the rock pick onto the haulage lines and put it into the rubber duck. We can run that back up the channel to where the guys are, drop it in the drink, and winch us back up there. Then we can load up and get the hell out. We'll be safer with the island on one flank and can man the weapons pits the Sovs made to defend the landward flank. While the current's bad, the picks should hold us and the steam plant won't go crazy spinning the prop against the current." He fixes Adam with a steady gaze. "It puts us back in the present firing line, but we should support the grunts with our guns and it's the only place we know that is secure on the whole river. We'll tie off to the bollards on the lockside which will hold us against the current, and we'll tie on safety lines there as well while we're hauling back up there on the winch. So, what do you say? Do we do it?"

Tucker smiles at the tied up Brit, "We gotta couple of 'Leathernecks' with us right now.  We're running security and scrounging for shit right now.  Are you gunna to sit there all day and babble at me Warrant Officer Maddock or you wanna be cut loose?  So, how long have they had you captive here and what kind of Intel can you give me on the Ivan's operations here?" Tucker asks him when he come closer to him as he takes out his knife.  Tuck looks around the room at the stuff lying around everywhere.

Tuck
M-16A2/M-203
Cutting loose Maddock and looking around the room at the supplies about the place

john will move from the bodys to search the inside of the lock house for any personal goods or things of value he can scrounge up...






John
searching lock house goods
ak-47
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Maddock works some feeling back into his hands, shifting his way from a sit to a stand. "Bloody decent of you. A Private fresh from Commando would tie better knots than that lot. Doing a lot of them doesn't make it better." His tone is rich with disapproval for shoddy rope-work, as if the Russians had insulted him by not providing better handiwork.

"I've been running around the heather by my onesome for bleeding months. Would you believe it, I wander up to this bunch fat and happy, thinking I've finally had a spot of luck and met some damned decent Poles. They've turned out some good lots; the Marines did landings and jumps with them in the last war. Neither here nor there. I don't know a blessed thing, other than that there is apparently a much greater divide between a Pole speaking bad Russian, and a Russian speaking bad Polish - a lesson I don't plan on repeating."

The barrel-chest Marine noncom looks about the rubble, nodding approvingly at the results of the shelling. He seems to have taken it all in stride, now that he's untied and breathing rubble-free. "Not entirely sure where on God's green earth I am right now, actually." He turns a vaguely hopeful look on the American, as if knowledge of their geographic location would be a welcome, but not realistically expected, boon.

"You're about a day or so from Krakow.  This here's the Vistula River and the old lock system that used to control it.  You see much traffic that went through here at all since they had you as their guest?"

Bayer listens to Adam's reply but offers little more than a simple "OK" as the old tug captain disappears out of the bridge.

He's about to speak on the radio when Uller's sarcastic and unnecessary comment interrupts him. Caught right before he was about to speak Bayer slowly lowers the radio handset. He looks for a moment at the man... sizing him up and trying to determine his motive. He already knew Uller was a dick, but he wasn't use to people blatantly trashing his abilities. Bayer quickly decides it isn't worth the effort to defend the plan to Uller... nor is that someone Bayer feels he needs to explain himself to.

"I have no time for you Mr. Uller. Please make yourself useful if that's possible. And don't worry about Russians. If they come I will ensure you are the first to jump overboard to safety."

Turning his back to him in an attempt to show complete disinterest in any further comments from the man, Bayer contacts Tucker. "Tucker, Tug. Negatif on returning to the lock. Have mechanical problems. Will be needing shore party to return ASAP. You may have to make a decision on what to do bring back and what to leave. Over."
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Dawid pulled at the tarp, then gave up as he began to feel dizzy. Lighting a cigarette he walked over to where Anneka, Clarence and John were piling salvaged weapons and ammunition and liberated 4 AK-74 magazines, placing them in his Russian chest-harness so he had spare ammunition for the carbine.

He wondered, where are the grenades? Russians love those, always have some around. That, and hand-fired flares for signalling or perimeter warning. 23mm and 82mm shells?

Aloud he said, "The gun seems serviceable. There should be ammunition for it somewhere. The truck is a write-off except for parts. The UAZ over there looks promising, as does that motorcycle. We could easily tow the gun with the UAZ if it runs."

"I would like a hand removing a body from the... ah, what would you call it? Sheet? Waterproof covering? Whatever, I need someone who can help me move a body to look at the UAZ better. Any more exertion and I will pass out!"

OOC: any fuel in the vehicles' tanks? (He looks in the UAZ's tank too when he gets the chance.) What kind?

Dawid Piotrowski
AKS-74U (30/30 rounds, 4 spare magazines)
Getting some help to look at the UAZ and grabbing some spare ammo
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