Quyen looks up - "I don't know heavy weapons." She isn't sure how to answer the question about her abilities. She adds "I can shoot rifles and blow shit up." Err... what a dumb answer.

"I can handle myself but thats pretty much it."



She looks back down at the mortar and slings her rifle over her back. Grabbing one of the rounds she assumes is a HEAT round she holds it in anticipation.
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The oncoming boat slows as those on board presumably note the impressive armaments on the tug arrayed against them. It continues to approach, albeit in a deliberately non-threatening manner. It is definitely a river tour boat, about 20m in length. The covered seating area is partially recessed into the hull and provided with banks of windows set just above the main deck along both sides. As it closes with the Krolowa, a man emerges from a hatch near its bows. Striking a Captain Morgan pose, he gives the Krolowa a wave and shouts in a salesman’s syrupy tones,

“Ahoy there! Permission to come alongside?”

Without awaiting a reply, the boat begins a wide, arcing turn to come up alongside the Krolowa, about 15 meters off the port side.

The man on the bow, presumably the boat’s skipper, resembles a pale imitation of a 70’s American Blaxsploitation movie title character. He wears a somewhat mangy, full-length dark fur coat over a turquoise blue shirt with a wide butterfly collar, unbuttoned to reveal several gold chains around his scrawny neck. His eyes are hidden by mirrored aviator sunglasses and a black cowboy hat resembling those sometimes worn by American Air Cav pilots in barracks. His bejeweled right hand is on his hip, pulling his coat back to reveal a large revolver with a silver finish in a black leather holster at his belt. Below the belt, he sports tight, lime-green trousers with what look to be silver tipped cowboy boots protruding from the flared bottoms.

At the con is a young man wearing blue coveralls and sporting a longish, limp, brown Mohawk hairdo. Slung on his chest is a Hungarian AMD-65 assault rifle.

The "skipper" of the tour boat addresses his new audience,

“Hello my friends! You have the good fortune of crossing paths with Damian's Floating Emporium of Pleasures! What you want, I got. You want ladies? I got ‘em. You want hashish? I got it. You want heroin, I even got a little bit of that. You name the vice, I name the price*; we can work out a deal. What do you say?”

The ladies he refers to lounge about under the covered, window-lit, passenger seating section. They appear either highly jaded or slighty sedated. Their make-up is garishly overdone; their attire the stereotypical prostitute’s uniform of mismatched short skirts, high heels, and fish-net stockings. There are four of them, the oldest looks to be in her mid to late thirties, the youngest just past puberty.

Looking out of place sitting amongst the girls is a short, bald-pated man with a bushy Stalin-esque moustache. Cradled in his lap is a sawed-off, double barrelled shotgun. His pudgy face has the sweaty palor of sickness about it. Across from him is a rather large still.

*OOC: I'm aware this probably wouldn't rhyme in Polish.

Actions?
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"After we cleared it, I was up there and didn't pick them up right away because I was searching the dead body.  Maddock seemed to have things well in hand with you and the others covering them!"

As the 'Pleasure Boat' comes into view and eventually along side, Robert goes forward to where the automortar and Dawid and Clarence are.  "You guys are ready right?" he asks them before moving to a better location on deck where he can see what is going on.  He currently has on his Kevlar vest & helmet, bdu's, Bandoleer of [6] M-16 mags, and his Colt revolover in his shoulder holster.

Robert Tucker
M-16A2 [27/30]/M-203 {HE]
On deck watching boat pull up along side tug

"Ready when Clarence gives the word!" He muttered under his breath, "Fucking criminal parasites, I'd shoot the lot of them, the men, that is."


Dawid Piotrowski
82mm Vasilek automatic mortar (5/5 HEAT)
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Konrad sighs under his breath. He lays down his G36 in the corner of the bridge and sides next to Adam at the wheel. Crossing his arms he asks, "This sort of thing common on the river?" Nodding to the approaching boat preparing to side up with the tug he continues, "You going to talk with them? Might be good source of info on where they just came from. I think it'd be best if it were you, a non-soldier." Konrad pulls out his P7 and checks it as he waits for Adam to move to the deck.

Once they move down to the deck, Bayer quickly but casually grabs Tucker's attention, "Grab another guy to be ready to board just in case. Don't make it obvious though, ok."

Bayer will stand behind close to Adam off to the side and let the old man do the talking.

Konrad Bayer
P7 Handgun
Moving from Bridge to Deck
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Tucker nods nonchalantly to Konrad and gives him a quiet, 'Roger that," as he looks around to see who he can grab with him.

OOC: Who is closest not manning a position right now?

"I will volunteer to assist you. I know the language of course, and the Vasilek isn't going to be too useful at this range," Dawid offered. "Either that, or Minh here looks like she can handle herself."

"Yeah, I can handle myself." she assures Dawid. "But you speak Polish. I'll back you up." She puts the heavy 5 round clip of mortar ammo back in its case and unslings her rifle.

Minh Quyen
Ak-74 (5 Magazines)
Next to Mortar
Ready for action

Maddock slips away from Bayer, to his stacked gear. He slips his vest back over his head, loosely tabbing it shut before fishing out the Russian frag and the Sterling. He carries it low and tucked behind his broad leg as he 'strolls' forward along the rail.


Moving along rail
Silenced Sterling (34rnd) + Russian frag

The look on Adam's face makes it obvious that he disapproves of the Krolowa's new company.

"Traveling merchants are fairly common on the river. I've not seen this sort of 'merchant', though. I will speak to him if you wish, although I doubt we'll learn anything without first paying for it. What are we willing to trade to get it?"

Clarence scowls as the "pleasure" boat's pimp-captain addresses the crew of the Krolowa. Seeing the young ladies lounging about on the passenger deck made him think about his own daughters back home. The sight almost made him hope they were dead...

He picked up the AKSU-74 by its sling from where it was hanging on the barbette shield and flicked the selector switch to single shot.

A firefight at this range would be short, sharp, and vicious. The girls wouldn't be safe either. He hoped it didn't come to that.

To Tucker, Dawid, and Minh he says, "I got you covered. Take it easy though. Words before bullets, right?"

Bayer realizes Adam's probably right... these guys no doubt look for profit in everything. Shaking his head as they head down to the deck he says to Adam, "Ja, trade isn't something I like to deal with myself." He looks up to Soleblume and to a few other faces giving them a "what the hell is this?" kind of look.
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Anneka caught Konrad look towards her when she glanced over her shoulder.
"Oh, fine!" she sighed.
"I'll deal with them if you want, I know the language and sat in on a few "negotiations"..." Black market trades for medical supplies usually.
Her first thoughts had been to send them on their way with a few choices words to speed them. Who in their right mind would waste valuable trade goods on women, drugs and the like when food, shelter and safety were in such short supply?
But trade was trade. Perhaps they could get some information on the state of the river or perhaps these slime had something else they hadn't shown yet? Maybe they were smugglers carrying a secret cargo of working computers or a barrel of gasoline?

Blue wanders over to take a look at the new arrivals "Major see if the have any Australain beer, I'd even drink a fosters if they had it." he adds with a smile.  He moves over to stick close to the major should she choose to go abourd the other boat Blue will tag along happy to rely on his fists should they prove necessary.

john will stand on the top deck next to the rail with his G3 at the alert."herr Hauptman i have the man with the shotgun" he is my big target now do you want me to adjust??"


John
coving party
G3

"I know times are tough but Fosters?"
Blue must be desperate to be willing to swallow that swill. Still, none of them had tasted a decent drop in the past couple of years...

"I didn't say I'd like it." Blue adds sheepishly.

Bayer acknowledges Soleblume with a nod and a look of mild relief. He stands beside Adam and the Major as they speak with 'Captain Morgan'. Bayer takes a brief look around at where his people are.

Konrad Bayer
P7 Handgun
With Soleblume and Adam alongside the pleasure boat

Tucker looked back to Dawid, and called him up along with Minh.  "You and Miss Minh can hang near me.  You can translate for us if we need it Dawid.  I'd like to know what this guys peddling besides the obvious."

Turning back to Clarence, "I know you do Clarence.  We're just standing by here making sure nothing funny happens.  Sound off if you see anything!"

Max smiles at the first joke about "fosters" beer.  He shakes his head, having dealt with these jokes throughout his life.

A second "fosters" joke is cracked, and his smile broadens.

After eyeballing the joke pranksters, Max speaks

I wouldnt drink it, it tastes like shit!

Blue grins at Max "Since when have you tasted shit Max?" asks Blue innocently.  "Last I looked it wasn't issued in rat packs, or do you grunts get special issue."  he adds with a grin.

Blue
Steyr AUG
With Soleblume, Bayer & Adam at the Pleasure boat.

The river pimp sweeps his eyes across the Krolowa, noting with a brief but noticeable expression of surprise (or is it alarm), the three women- all armed- on board the tug. He's clearly not used to unsubmissive women.

Adam addresses the floating brothel captain with obvious distaste.

"Well, Damian is it? We are not interested in the 'pleasures' which you offer. What we do need is information."

"That's not much fun! But, suit yourself. What kind of information are you looking for?"

The pudgy man in the passenger compartment coughs. He looks like he's about to keel over.

Adam continues, "We're headed to Sandomierz. Anything you can tell us about the river ahead would be helpful."

"Well, we've seen plenty of this damned river and I'd be happy to tell you all I know. But, I'm a businessman, not a charity. Information is going to cost you just like anything else."

"Name your price then."

Damian surveys the tug again, more deliberately this time.

"I don't deal weapons; I deal in luxuries. No offense, but yours doesn't appear to be a vessel- or crew- much concerned with luxury. However, one should never judge a book by its cover, right? I accept gold, jewelry, fine spirits- no still drippings, mind you- narcotics, cigars, cigarettes, functioning electronics..." He glances at Minh briefly before continuing, "Girls of course. And boys. You know, the 'finer things'."

Adam's face turns bright red. He grips the rail with white knuckles, biting back rash words of contempt and anger. It's obvious he could use a little help right about now...

Actions?

"herr hauptmann...I have this bag that you might use....."


with that john tosses the hauptman the bag of gold teeth.....
he will move bac to the alert position and cover the man with the shotgun.




John
coving group
G3 (74 rounds)

Nodding, Dawid dug through his pack and brought out one of his vodka bottles and a carton of cigarettes. He forced an eager smile on his face and came back to near where Tuck was standing, then lit a smoke and offered the pack across the gunwale to the black-marketeer/pimp, leering at the girls all the while.

Bayer remains silent as the two river captains talk. He picks up Yazzie's bag and looks inside before quickly closing it back up... it made him feel very uneasy but he's able to conceal it.

Noticing Dawid rummaging through his gear as well he walks over and will collect the vodka as well (if Dawid is offering it as trade).

Once all trade goods are collected Bayer returns to his previous position. Directly behind and off to the side of Adam and Soleblume.

OOC - Anneka, you are conducting the deal right?
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