Meeting the Neighbors
Hamlet
From behind the Zil truck's rear tires, Jones fires two bursts into the western bottom floor window. Bullets smack into the plaster around the open window but there are fewer visible impacts than shots fired, suggesting that several of the rounds have passed through the window. Regardless, fire from that window immediately stops. Satisfied, Jones crawls backwards and emerges on the other side of the truck, where the very sore Mariusz is catching his breath. The miltiamen shot in the ankle just 30 seconds before growls in pain nearby. A primed but unused LAW lies on the ground a few meters away.
Stoner fires a grenade at the same lower floor window for good measure. The third time is unfortunately not the charm. The grenade impacts a meter below the open window, the ensuing explosion gouging out a chuck of the plaster-covered brick but failing to penetrate the sturdy wall. It may have had some psychological value, though, because no pirate gunman reappears at that window. All fire from the large house has ceased completely, for the time being at least.
The assault team's right (west) flank is protected by the militia PKM gunner at the west end of the Zil and Drew's M240 provides cover to the group's left (east) flank. The Marine has seen nothing worth shooting at. No one has yet attempted to replace the team of five dead and wounded AT gunners. If they do, he'll be able to fire on them before they get to the Rapira.
As Stoner prepares to lead a quick assault on the large house, Konrad arrives behind the Zil and asks,
"What is the situation here?"
Back at the north end of town, Minh catches her breath in the small, militia-held house. The bandage she'd applied to her wounded leg back at the Tarpan-Honker has come loose with the recent exertion and blood has leaked into her boot. Wicks is in much worse shape. His face is grey, his eyes rolled up in the back of his head, and his pulse is very weak. His field blouse is drenched in blood, both front and back. It's been over five minutes since he's been shot and his wounds have yet to be bandaged. It may be too late.
Small Boat
For a few moments, waves of confusion wash over the surprised pirate's face. Then, his mind made up, his brow lowers and his jaw clenches. He may have been convinced that the approaching small boat was full of his comrades had a woman not spoken so impetuously to him. He didn't know all of his pirate "brothers" by name, but he damn well knew for certain that no women were among them- at least none so assertive (or armed). Women didn't make good pirates; they were only fit for more servile "duties".
The pirate lifts his AKMS (turned sideways) over the "Viking" longboat's faux wooden gunwhale and levels it at the boat, now only a few meters away and almost just below him.
(the viking ship is about 15m away, and about 2m taller, than the tug's small boat)
Next Moves?
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