A Walk in the Woods
Ambush Team
As Mariusz and Jason scan for targets among the trees, the driver’s hatch of the BRDM opens with a clang and the driver, his face a mask of blood, struggles to lift himself out of the burning vehicle.
Jason spots some movement among the trees directly opposite, to the south, and takes aim with his M203. He launches the HEDP round and watches with some satisfaction as it explodes just a few meters short of his intended target. The enemy, however, take notice and several of them begin to fire at the ambush team. Fortunately, the fire of the armored truck’s cupola-mounted PKM is blocked by the immobilized BRDM.
Nevertheless, rounds buzz and crack overhead, thudding into nearby tree trunks and kicking up little spurts of earth and leaf litter all around Mari and Jason.
As Jason empties the breach of the M203 and reaches into a pouch for a 40mm HE grenade, he feels a sharp, jarring jolt about six inches below his right hip. He know's instantly that he's been hit but he has no idea how badly. The pain is severe but tempered somewhat by the adrenaline pumping through Jason's arteries. Mariusz, meanwhile, desperately waits for Jason to start the bike, wishing to leave the area posthaste.
Main Body
Konrad and Stoner cautiously approach the fallen tree blocking the forrest road, covered by their comrades. If this is an ambush, the ambushers must be spectres or wraiths because no human forms are seen among the trees. A thin, cold, grey light begins to appear overhead, not quite filtering down among the trees, and only adding to the impression that supernatural forces, as well as the Polish army bandit hunters, are conspiring to stop the party from escaping the confines of the dark wood. Perhaps the ambushers are the trees themselves, waiting to fall upon the stopped convoy.
Upon closer inspection, it appears that the tree has fallen due to natural causes. The base of the tree, laying a dozen meters or so on the west side of the road, is a mass of jagged splinters but there is no sign that axe or explosives are to blame. In peace time, the dead tree would have been cleared away by now. But the national park's rangers are all long since fled, dead, or holed up in their little cottages, neglecting the woods so as to attend to their own survival.
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