Meet and Greet
About an hour passes. During that time...
Tucker watches as the pursuit team on the left (west) gets up and runs away, heading northeast. A couple of minutes later, the second team, out on the right (east) joins them from the woods. Reunited and out of effective small arms range, they slow to a brisk walk and together move towards Swiecie proper, stopping every so often to glass the woods near the river through a pair of binoculars passed hand-to-hand. Satisfied that this small partisan force is no longer a threat to the tug or its Kommando, Tucker heads back towards the riverbank, as per Konrad's earlier instructions.
With the danger diminished, the scrounging team is released to transport the first load of salvage to the tug. Loaded with scrap, only two passengers/crew (maximum) can be accommodated on the trip back. After unloading the construction materials, the Princess returns to receive the second boatload of hatches, roofing tin, and pipe, which, in the interim, the others have managed to carry, wheel, and drag from the ferry boat yard to the riverbank. Gryzyech remains on board to supervise the unloading on the tug end.
After watching the shore party for a while longer, the three American special operators of Team Polaris decide to take a chance and head for the anchorage for a face-to-face meeting with the tug crew, sparing their rapidly draining radio batteries in the process. Nothing about the party from the tug's behavior has given the Americans cause for alarm but it's still a leap of faith. They collect their gear and pile aboard a dented, mud-spattered, rust streaked UAZ-469 which, thankfully, starts (albeit after much protesting). They have to backtrack a bit, driving southwest, towards the river but away from the tug, for about 3 miles, before doubling back and following the river past barren fields for another 3 miles or so to the ferry yard. The needle on UAZ's fuel gauge dips further past empty on the short trip to the rendezvous. Running on fumes, the UAZ pulls into the dirt lot on the east side of the ferry yard (near Jan's OP).
Present Time (1530 hours):
Three not-yet-acquainted groups stand beneath the trees near the riverbank ferryboat yard, sizing one another up. The most recent arrivals have just climbed out of a battered UAZ, two women and a man, Americans all. Across from them, looking on wearily, the bulk of the Queen's Kommando. Although they no longer self-identify as being part of a NATO unit, over half of them originally hail from NATO armies. There's a German (Bayer), the de facto leader, two Americans (Tuck and Minh), a Brit (Sutherland), and a Dutchman (Thijs). Somewhat surprisingly, there's only one Pole among them, a young man possibly still in his late teens (Mariusz), although there may be more still on board the tug. Most unusual are the other non-Polish, non-former NATO personnel, a Czech (Cerny) and a Finn (Anders). This motley crew, although vaguely piratical in terms of outward appearance, certainly doesn't comport itself like cutthroats, although one never can be too sure in this day and age. Somewhat reassuring, there's one woman present ashore, and at least one aboard the tug. The third party, a not-quite-willing guest of the tug crew, consists of only one man, a U.S. Special Forces weapons sergeant by the name of Eric Phillips, until recently attached to the 2nd Polish Free Legion as a combat advisor.
From the tug, Griet calls ashore to advise her teammates to expect company. Towards the riverside quorum the two horsemen from Swiecie Castle, big and little, ride, this time, at a slightly quicker clip. They're still a little over a kilometer away from the landing. You have a few minutes to get acquainted before they arrive.
Your Turn.
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