Sunday, Oct. 15
0800hrs.
37F
Scattered clouds
Slight breeze from the NE
Southwest of Otwock, Poland
Small Boat
Dawid wisely tosses a grenade into the garrish Viking boat before sending Jan over the tall gunwhale. He and the others are suprised to hear not one, but two distinct explosions following one after the other. After a brief pause, Jan climbs up and over the tall side of the tourist vessel, cutting his hand on a piece of jagged railing in the process. Dawid follows right behind. They find three men strewn upon the open deck of the passenger compartment. Rivulets of blood run like litte tributaries from beneath each of the bodies, joing a growing pool of blood collecting in a low spot on the dirty deck. Apparently, one of the men was just about to throw his own grenade when he was caught by the blast from Dawid's frag.
At the stern of the boat, is an enclosed cabin with windows facing forward. It's most likely the boat's bridge. Atop the compartment is a flat platform that probably served as an elevated observation deck. The rest of the boat appears to be unoccupied.
Hamlet
On Stoner's mark, the militia riflemen toss grenades through the two lower floor windows. As soon as they explode, Stoner climbs through the NW window. As he lands on the wooden floor in the smokey room, he slips on something slick, slightly twisting his left ankle. Through the smoke, he sees smears of blood leading from a small puddle under the windowsill to the only door leading from the cluttered room in the far wall. Bedrolls, mess kits, items of clothing, and other miscellaneous bits of personal snivel gear are spread out over the floor. As he surveys the room, the two militia riflemen climb through the window and join him.
Just outside, Wicks, partially covered by the militia RPD gunner, rushes the pirate's Rapira. Hunkering down in front of its gunshield, Wicks can see several bodies lying around the spread trails of the anti-tank gun. From this position, he can see behind the large two-story house which Stoner is currently storming. As he props the long barrel of his RPK over the gunshield, he sees several men running south from the house towards another, smaller house situated about 40m away. The first three men are running, the fourth. lagging behind, is staggering under the weight of a fifth. None of them look back.
Konrad, Mariusz, the militia PKM gunner, and the ankle-shot militiaman, now in the process of bandaging his own painful wound, are now safely behind the action.
Minh makes clear her intention to the move the wounded. She, the two able-bodied militiamen and their slightly wounded friend lift the hastily bandaged Wicks and the the seriously wounded militiaman and carry them out of the building towards the west, and the waiting
Wisla Krolowa. That leaves Drew and two militia riflemen to hold the northern end of town. At the eastern end of the roof of the second building, Drew isn't even aware of their departure.
Wisla Krolowa
The tug holds her position in the weak current to the north of the mouth of the Swinder. Walter's skillful handling keeps her out of the path of the burning oil slick which drifts away from the burning PT boat. Thick white steam mingles with jet-black smoke as the flames of the settling torpedo boat reach the frigid water of the Vistula.
So far as Ondar and Tucker can make out, the western shore line near the tug remains free of enemy presence.
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