New Blood
The marauder in the doorway opposite the now secured bakery jitterbugs grotesquely as five high velocity rounds tumble in quick succession through his flesh. He collapses in an heap in the threshold, jerking spasmodically for a few seconds before laying still. The figure in the second story window, above the doorway, ducks out of sight at the sound of unexpectedly close gunfire. Someone nearby- it's hard to tell if it's coming from across the street or not- shouts something in Russian but you can't make out its meaning.
Max, angled to look eastward down the far side of the street catches a glimpse of movement off to his right on the nearside of the street. He sees a Russian-uniformed figure emerge from a gap between buildings, turn east, and move quickly away from the sound of the fighting.
[Private to Max Fosters: Max can step out of the doorway to take a shot at the fleeing bandit but he'd be temporarily exposed to the possibility of counter fire from down the street.]
Maddock, standing guard the back door, sees nothing of note; neither does Yazzie, keeping watch on the team's left flank (to the west).
At the ORV, the stranger is welcomed into the perimeter. Noting the woman's thickly accented Polish, American uniform, and distinctly Asian features, Adam addresses the newcomer in English,
"Marcin brought us to help. He is over there," Adam says, pointing to the bakery to the east, "I visited here a few months ago but I don't think we've met. You are?"
Blue [NPCed] pipes in from behind the Plamya, set up a few meters away, "Brilliant! Another bloody Yank..."
For the first time since the relief party left the Krolowa, the sound of gunfire ceases. Men can be heard shouting in Russian from further down the street to the east, the sounds of their voices receding steadily.
Actions?
Tucker and Snow both fired at the same target, hitting him with all 5 shots, collectively. Tucker -3 rounds; Snow -2 rounds.
This message was last edited by the GM at 21:29, Sat 06 Oct 2007.