An Evening Stroll
As the rest of the team heads to their evening stand-to positions, the clearing party of McCoy, Stoner, Tucker, and Minh set off towards the western shore in the Zodiac. The wreck of the River Princess looms above them ominously for a few seconds before the boat is clear of its long shadow. A small tributary runs out of the gently rolling field just west of the boat to join the unseasonally high and swift Vistula. The pale sun is low on the western horizon, making visibility somewhat of an issue. It was a toss up on which bank to clear first, but the dead zone behind the sunken tug seemed to pose the greatest threat so the clearing party heads in that direction first.
The Zodiac grinds ashore on the low, sandy bank just north of the tributary mouth and after tying off the boat, the team heads inland with the little stream on its left flank.
Twenty meters from the river bank, McCoy, on point, freezes and without a sound signals the group to take cover. Seconds later, small arms fire rips through the air all around them. The staccato crack of closely spaced single shots echo through the still air. At least one fully automatic weapon chatters away as well.
From the Krolowa, about a dozen muzzle flashes can be made out, blinking out along the shore, about 50m ahead of the clearing party and about 300 meters from the tug. The clearing team has walked into an ambush.
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