After making his rounds dispensing fantasy meds, Dave makes his way back to the port side machinegun where Anneka is.

Hey, Boss Lady. I've made my rounds, you want me to take over here so you can head down to meet this boat?

Dave
Port side PK
AK-74, full magazine loaded

to david...

"oh youngster we all have our own skills...hey If action happens I will suppress the main target or biggest gun to give you time to direct lay that Mortar. dont spare rounds on concret. HEDP will be best. when I'm out of ammo here lay smoke so we dont get chewed up .I only have 5 six round bursts an a half burst not much. so this is going to be a quick fight. See where Iam coming from...Just follow my tracers for the main target.I have the MG here but its little effect agaist all they have ..remember when the big gun is out lay smoke. you wont have any more cover so you will have to make your own, I trust you sergeant because your Polish dont let me down, we are the best! remember that, for the Virgin and Poland!




Viktor
speach
AA gun

"Thanks, lets hope we've got some convincing actors," she said once Stoner returned from his rounds.
"No, you'll be needed on the aft deck with the M240 there. Please ask Tucker to come take over this PK as you go."
There wasn't much more they could do, at least as far as she could see. The motorbike was deployed with their indirect support, the most suitable, or more accurately, least unsuitable people were assigned to the various weapon stations, and the tug was moving downstream steadily.
"Oh, one more thing before you go. Would you mind running up to the Zoo and retrieving the British light machinegun and ammo for me? I'd do it myself if my arm weren't still all banged up."
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"Okay, it really sounds like you know what you're about. You have a load-out of 23mm anti-armour here. So I will load up with 82mm white phosphorous shells. Once a smoke screen is in place, I will load up with anti-armour/explosives (HEDP) and take out any bunkers or vehicles that are still threats."

"I have no illusions with this barge we will be able to run or even really fight. It is like a ball-and-chain. I will ask that if things go wrong if we can cut the barge loose. Maybe put a couple of fire axes here for you and Mariusz when the gun is out of ammunition."

He sought out Anneka.

"Hello, Major. I should like to suggest that if need be, we cut the barge loose. Mariusz and Viktor can withdraw on signal and use fire axes to chop the stay-lines, which are at the bow. We may be able to get another barge... not another tug."


82mm Vasilek (5/5 WP, +5 HEDP)
Tantal/BG-15 (30/30, 6xHE 2xIllum)

"It's Adams call," she called back down to Dawid as quietly as she could. Although they were in the middle of a river and the sounds of the tug weren't exactly soft, there was still a chance that the IPAT observers (wherever they were hiding) might overhear.
"So don't count on it happening. Besides, you really think we'd gain any speed advantage?"
Maybe they'd increase from a crawl to a gentle stroll....

Jason sat beside the anti aircraft weapon, doing his best impression of a chilled, plague ridden victim as he could. With Stanislaw off the ship, and Mariusz working in the galley, he really had no purpose  except wait for trouble.

He looked about for Minh, but she seemed to be hanging around Dawid more and more. Perhaps she still didn't trust him. Clarence, the only other agency man aboard seemed to keep his distance too, moreso with the revelation of RESET.

Bones, as he called himself, had passed through, passing out fake pills. He was wary of any person who took their name from Star Trek.

So he sat, getting some rest, playing the bubonic victim of old.


"Bring out your dead."he muttered to himself.

Jason Kasparov
Sitting by the ZSU, acting ill
AK-74 at his side

"Adam's still indisposed, correct? Someone should decide."

"Yes, I think that if we cut loose the barge our maneuverability and speed will increase dramatically. These boats have to be nimble and have lots of power to manage loads on this river."

"He's conscious, just not mobile for another few hours."

He smiled.

"As long as someone makes the call, I am satisfied. If you'd ask him, I appreciate it."

"Now, if you excuse me...."


Tantal/BG-15 (30/30)
Heading back to the Vasilek
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Tucker will take the opportunity to go along with the scheme to look sick and play his part.  He briefly nods to the new medic without a smile, "Everyone just pretty much calls me Tuck.  Nice to meet you and welcome aboard!"

Tucker
M-16A2/M-203
Getting 'treatment' from Bones

'kay  Dave tells her. He leaves the position and finds Tucker.

Tuck, that lady Major wants you to take over the PK she's at. Port side, upper deck. After any short conversation, he heads to the barge.

Hey guys. Is there a Brit light machinegun here? That major has me stepping and fetching for her. I swear, give a woman an inch, she'll take a mile  he says with a smile.He grabs the L86 and ammo and carries it back to Anneka.

He hands her the weapon ands says in a bright, cheery voice "Here ya go, sweetheart" and turns and heads to the aft M240 before she can reply.

Dave
running around like a chicken with his head cut off
AK-74, loaded 30 round mag (5 more carried)

Tucker looks up to where Anneka is and begins to move away from the navy medic, "Thanks for the good news Bones!"  Tucker makes his way up to Anneka's position.  "I was told to report to you Major!"
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"Yes, we need you to swap positions with me for the next few hours. My arms still banged up and I can't fire the PK effectively. Probably wouldn't be a big deal normally but with the threat most likely to come from my side...."
Needless to say just because the town was on the starboard side didn't mean that's where any danger was to come from.
"I'll take on your fire control duties for the upper deck for now."
Roaming about the upper deck would give her a different perspective on the operation of the tug, and Tucker a well earned rest behind relatively solid sandbags - he certainly deserved it after all the hard work he'd been putting in.
"Oh, one more thing. Better keep that grenade launcher of yours handy."
Machineguns were wonderful weapons for inflicting mass casualties, but the explosive effects of a HE round weren't to be discounted.
"Don't suppose you've got any smoke rounds for it do you?" she asked just as Stoner returned with the L86.

"Thanks," she said, indicating that he place it somewhere midway between the three heavy machineguns and fighting off a smile. That damn medic would be trouble!
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Chopper and Stan manage to ride, push, and pull the bike* the remaining 300 meters to the west bank of the Vistula across from Tarnobrzeg. The riverbank is bordered here by a 2-5m high berm of scree- debris scraped up and dumped alongside the river by the regular pre-war dredging- which, aside from obstructing their direct, ground-level line-of-sight to the town, offers them both cover and concealment. The river here is approximately 500m wide, but the lack of routine maintainance over the last five years has reduced the navigable channel to a mere 200m extending from along the east bank, directly bordering the edge of the town proper. It will be a long, indirect shot to the far bank- should it come to that- but well within the range of the Mk-19, and in the lee of the scree berm as well.

On board the Visla Krolowa, the security team hopes for the best and prepares for the worst. Griet removes a flag bearing the coat of arms of Krakow from her barracks bag and asks Walter to run it up the mast. Hands on the wheel, he gives her an irritated glance and nod, then bellows down to Walter. The chief deck-hand climbs the ladder to the bridge with the measured, deliberate movements of one attempting to conceal his own drunkeness, grabs the flag from Griet with a Vodka scented huff, and abruptly leaves to ascend to the roof.

The small boat continues to approach the Krolowa. At about 100m from the tug, it slows and each of the three occupants take it in turn to pull on gas masks. Thusly attired, the boat closes to within hailing distance.

The man in the bows, struggling to keep his balance, stands in the boat, causing it to rock and and yells something unintelligible. His voice is muffled by the gasmask. After a few more futile attempts, he seems to appreciate the accoustic impediment caused by his mask and pulls it up until it rests atop his head, revealing a narrow, dark-bearded face.

"Please halt your engines and drop anchor. We will be coming aboard momentarily to inspect your vessel and begin preliminary negotiations."

The spokesman wears Czech cammies and carries a slung AKM or vz.58Pi rifle. The boat's other occupants are dressed in Polish army uniforms and are armed with AKMs or AK-74s.

Actions?

OOC: If you haven't done so already, please add a combat tag to all future posts including your PC's position on the boat, weapon/ready ammo, and current action.

*With my slow-ass dial-up internet connection, I can't watch Youtube clips here at home. Also, I can't access RPoL from work. So, I'll take ya'll's word on the Ural's mobility.

"Shit." Jason mutters as he sees the approaching vessel.  Setting his AK74 down gently, he covers his head and approaches the rail, sticking his finger down his throat.

Once in plain sight of the boarders, he vomits over the side, his much needed lunch hopefully serving a greater good.

"Plauge, please help us. Save us all!"

Falling to the deck, he begins a series of convulsions, flailing about to buy the others some time.

Jason Kasparov
Flailing on deck
9mm on his hip

Bayer leans over the railing, he calls back, "Dropping anchor." In in offhanded manor he adds, "We can't shut down the engines because it takes over an hour to get them started... if we are lucky."

He then turns to look up to the bridge and gives them a nod. "Halt and anchor." he yells up.

When the boat approaches a little further he continues bullshitting them on the engines, "I get enough shit from both the captain and the Krakow liaison over delays."

Muttering under his breath he says to Anneka and Griet, "Inspect for what?" Did the man mean their cargo for trade or the entire ship and thus their weapons and gear? he wondered.

Bayer
G36/HK69 (20) (HE)
Port side main deck railing
Meeting the envoys

Griet took her cue and said, "I bring greetings from Krakow, I am glad to meet someone who is trying to get Poland back on its feet. We hope to establish cordial trade relations along the river. Keep away from the top of the tow, we have some people in quarantine. It's probably nothing but I won't take any more risks of delay."

As the IPAT boat got closer, Mariusz continued scanning his quadrant but switched to his G3 rifle. If things went bad he could then move more quickly to aid his comrades.


Mariusz
G3/M1911A1
Starboard Dushka

No smoke, Major. HE and one Ilume.  Dave says before his mouth runs on autopilot. Again.

Back at the aft deck, Dave picks up the machinegun and ensures it's loaded and the safety is off. Keeping his fingers well away from the trigger he watshes the approaching vessel

Dave
Aft Deck
M240
AK-74 1 loaded mag (6 carried_
BG-15 6 40mm HE (Soviet)  1 40mm Illum (Soviet)

"What about you Sergeant?" she inquired of Tucker before joining Konrad and Griet.

"We can't let them aboard,"Anneka replied to Konrad in German.
"They'll see we're healthy and be able to assess exactly what our strengths and weaknesses are."
Which might not have been all that much of a problem if they'd already passed by the town and it's prepared defences. If their deception was uncovered now chances were they'd be blown out of the water as effectively as Hicks had been just a day or two before.
"I'd expect they want to impose a hefty toll of weapons, ammo, food, fuel, medicine and anything else they can. I believe they're nothing more than an organised group of bandits!"

"Roger that Major.  I've got you covered up here for this part of the trip.  And don't you worry none Major, my two-oh-three ain't goin' nowhere!  I don't have any smokers.  I got some Illum rounds which ain't gunna do us much good right now."

Tucker
PK MG [Slung M-16A2/M-203]
Manning Anneka's position on the PK MG

Bayer replies, also in German, "Yes I agree. They may offer us no choice however. This may be the moment that will decide whether we fight our way through."

Not only would their combat abilities be under inspection, but our trade goods as well. Once Tarnobzreg was aware of just what and how much trade good we carried, they could up any tolls to suit them.

Their lie of plague obviously wasn't enough... Tarnobzreg countered that with gas masks. Bayer, decides to try to keep bullshitting them, "I'm terribly sorry. I am under orders to impose boarding restricted to crew members only. Both the captain and Krakow's orders."

Griet stood slightly behind and to the left of Bayer, she folded her arms so that her Krakow insignia was still apparent. Softly, hardly moving her lips she said so only Bayer could hear, "Tell them that as the Krakow representative, I will join them on shore to begin negotiations, if you think that'll help."
So swallowed hard and let her face remain impassive.

As he'd been off the boat a couple of times, Dawid knew there was no point in feigning illness.

He saw Kasparov throw himself down in impression of a "plague" victim and sighed. He hated the gas mask.

Drawing his pistol and pulling on his gas mask, he went over to Jason. He tried to keep his voice low, but understandable under the mask.

"Nice, but do not overdo it. Get back inside, now"

He then pointed the pistol at the man, and making sure he wasn't touching him said in a loud-but-muffled voice (in both Polish and English), "get up! Get up! The sick must stay below decks. Or you will be shot. Go! Go!"

Dawid motioned with the pistol  towards the door, nudging him with the toe of his boot.


Stechkin (21/21)
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While manning Anneka's PK MG, Robert will start to cough as if he has a problem as the boarding party approaches the tug.