Adam, clearly agitated, speaks up, almost shouting,

"We must hurry! If the ORMO patrol we passed heard this fight, they will come back to look. They will demand an 'investigation' and we will all be taken back to Krakow."

He doesn't have to add that such an invesitgation will mean having to pay heavy "fines", the confiscation of the heavy weapons, and perhaps even incarceration.
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Seeing Wayne move to the back of the truck and kneel down, Tucker uses his M-16 to steady him (muzzle up, safety on) getting up from the ground, favoring his wounded leg.  He slings his rifle over his shoulder and looks to Wayne, "You OK reporter man?"


"Millks, Tuck.  Listen, bring it in ASAP.  We might be having company that might delay our departure, Over," Tucker says into the radio.  He then turns to the others working on the vehicles, "All right, you heard the Captain, we got little to no time to get us moving again so let's see what we all can do.  We don't need to be losin' any of this stuff we just paid good money for!  How long do you need to get the truck rollin'?

Tuck
M-16A2/M-203 (Slunf over shoulder)
Trying to get people moving back to the Ural and move out

Keeping his eye on the treeline, Clarence stoops and picks up the discarded AKM, slinging it if possible. He stands, rolls the corpse over on its back with his boot, then squats again to begin searching it for items of use. Tuck's call mercifully interupts his task.

RADIO CHANNEL 3: "This is Milks. Roger that. We're bringing our guest with us."

He shouts over his shoulder, "Max, Joost, we gotta get back to the truck. Somethin's up. Take the prisoner and head on back."

Pausing just long enough to grab and pocket any useful gear in plain sight (mags, grenades, etc.), Clarence stands and begins to back away from the treeline, scanning for danger as he goes.
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Snowy looks up with a crooked grin at the barrage of advice and urging, and says "You can forget using 469 hoses on this beast, the lil' 469 has a seventy two horse donk and this Ural here has a monster engine with a radiator the size of Maddona's bed. Nah, she'll be right though. I'll just split the hose a bit, overlap the join and wire it up with some barbed wire." He removes his tactical gloves and pulls his bayonet and baton out, and uses the metal baton as a hammer to drive the bayonet into deep cuts in the severed hose. "I'll need some sort of rag to wrap around this to limit the leaking, but we can't do any fast driving or it'll probably pull loose as we hit bumps."

He whistles cheerfully as he works away at this, asking for a hand here and there and seemingly unconcerned about the recent ambush, although he can be seen scanning the area occasionally as he works. Soon, he declares it finished and clambers down the side of the big truck and checks the tyre. "Nope, this is a change job. I can fix this later, but it's a split rim truck tyre and I'm not screwing with it here. Let's get the jack out."
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Max looks up at Clarence as he calls out that we're returning to the vehicles, then looks at Joost.
"We've got all we're gonna get from him, lets make tracks".  At that Max stands.

"We'll leave him for his mates to look after.  You secured all the weapons, Joost?  Clarence?".




Max will pick up the prisoner by his collar and (help) drag him through the grass back to the Ural if either Joost or Clarance is not interested in leaving the prisoner on his own in the grass.

"Wayne, you can get your camera strap when we leave, depending on what we do with ZOMO here".

"Hey Snow, those tyres arent run-flats?"

Max
AK-74 (30)
BG-15 (0)
Hauling prisoner back to Ural
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Snowy looks over the truck and swears "Doesn't matter if they are or not, we'll be running on them. There's no bloody spare."

In a delayed response to the question Wayne waves a hand as he straightens up, "I'm good, just not my cup of tea having explosions going off nearby and pointing weapons at people."

Wayne then climbs in the back of the truck and starts rooting around for something to replace his camera strap with as a bind so he can have it back.  Relaing occassionally to take a deep breath.

"Anything that is not chained down in Krakow 'disappears', is that not right Uller?" Adam asks jokingly.

"Fuck you, Captain! That was Matusiak who forgot." Uller snaps back, cracking an awkward smile despite the discomfort in his leg.

Old Adam laughs heartily in response.

"We have run on flat tires before. It will be OK." He reassures those listening.
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Joost flips the balisong closed and pockets it.  Hearing the urgent undertone discernible through the calm delivery of Milk's message to fall back, he grabs his shotgun and then assists Foster in yanking the wounded Pole up by his collar.  They begin hustling through the still wet grass, moving double time toward the road in the direction of the Ural.

"Thanks for the heads up, mate." Joost hollers out to Clarence. "Call ahead and tell that pretty little medic she's got a customer?  And get somebody to check both petrol tanks on that ZOMO jeep."

Reverting to Polish, Joost addresses the captive as he and Foster continue to drag the Pole headlong across the field without regard to his health or physical comfort.  "I am not sure I believe you, comrade. But you will get the chance to sing that song to my partners before they decide how to dispose of you.  If there is fuel in that vehicle when we get there, you are a dead man."

Cocking his head toward Foster, Joost snaps, "Let's step it up, Ozzie - man's hurt an' he's got a story to tell."
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Max turns to Joost as Joost spurs him on.

"Man may be hurt, but he's gonna hurt some more .."

Max quickens up his pace.  The wounded soldier is now fairly being pulled, bumped and roughly manhandled over the terrain, with no regard to his condition.  His wounded leg takes many a knock.  Max and Joost try to keep in step, but its difficult given the height difference, the slighly wet and boggy mud, and neither man caring how they get "ZOMO" back to the Ural.

Max drops "ZOMO" to the ground when they reach the road.  Max wipes his sleeve against his forehead, raking off the sweat thats building.  The day is still cold and the wind has an icy chill, but hard work is still hard work.

Max stands looking out to the West as Snow works on the Ural.

"Hehe", Max quietly laughs to himself, overhearing the exchange between the old Captain and Uller.

Tucker looks the photojournalist up and down as he straightens up and speaks to him.  "You did OK camera man, it's not everyone's cup of joe to be out in the mix of things.  Listen uh, you got a firearm or something on you?  I understand your a civvie and all but, those cameras ain't gunna do shit in an another ambush on us.  You need a piece or something I suggest you let one of us know ASAP."

OOC; Unless I missed a pistol or something else on Freeman's person?

Tucker looks past Freeman as he climbs into the truck and turns his attention to Milks and his team coming in from checking the ambush site.  He sees the prisoner being lead/dragged back to the Ural and waves them over to him at the back of the truck.  He keys the radio to Milks (Channel 3): "Milks, Tuck.  Bring that asshole back here.  I'm cutting off the radio now.  See you in a minute, Over!" <wfr & shutting off radio after response>

[Private to GM: OOC 2; I don't want to overstep here so feel free to limit my actions from the rear of the Ural.  Tucker is just trying to set-up a feasible perimeter after the ambush until they leave.]

Tucker will then yell out to Gunny, "Gunny!  You and your partner (Yazzie) cover that part of the woods the Tango's retreated through until we get moving."

Lastly, when Anneka and Bayer come to check out the prisoner, Tucker will ask Bayer, "Can you go out about fifty meters to our rear and set up an overwatch on the road and see if anythings following us up after our little contact with our local militia friends here?"
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Clarence continues backing away from the woods, keeping them under observation and covering the others' withdrawal.



"You got it!"

RADIO CHANNEL 3: "This is Milks. Looks like our guest has a boo-boo. Someone tell our nurse she's gonna have another customer. And have someone check the ZOMO jeep's gas tanks. Over."



RADIO CHANNEL 3: "Roger that. Out."

Clarence relays the message to Joost and Max,

"Drag Mr. ZOMO to the back of the Ural. Tucker and the nurse will be waitin'."
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[NPCed]

Gunny hears his name shouted from the behind the Ural but he can't really make out anything else that's being said. Clarence's request to check the UAZ's gas tanks comes in loud and clear.

Channel 3- "Roger that Milks. I'll get someone on the 'jeep'."

He sets his SVD down on the hood of the UAZ as soon as Blue finishes his eyeball assessment of the engine and pulls out his binnoculars to scan the woodline.

"Hey, can one of you fellas check out the gas tanks?" he asks Yazzie and Blue standing nearby.
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"Sure boss- on it now."

With that out Yazzie will inspect the gas tanks for booby traps then check for fuel levels. He will take is time doing this. He is not in a hurry to kill himself and others. Once he finds out the status, he will anwser to the gunny about the fuel level.
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Snowy's warbling to himself merrily while working and looks up to see the prisoner being dragged in. His face darkens momentarily and he watches his compadres pushing him about, it's clear that Snowy thinks they're mistreating him. He finsihes what he's doing and drops the hood with a bang. Sliding his baton and bayonet away, he walks over purposely to where the prisoner is and says firmly "Needs some help guys? It looks like you do."

Blue casts his eye over the UAZ considering it for parts, he'll quickly take out the battery and any spare wiring or fuel lines he can get quickly.  "Ya never know when this stuff might come in handy.  So Gunny, you're a marine, right? Which Division where you with?" Blue asks whilst he works at stripping the UAZ.
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Wayne hops out of the truck empty handed unable to find a replacement for his camera strap.  Scratching the back of his head he walks around the truck to see the prisoner being taken in.  Hearing Trevor close the hood and move toward the group Wayne calls out after hearing Trevor's statement, "If you got something to secure him with that would be great.  Got my camera strap around his wrists right now."

[NPCed]

"Yep. 2nd Marine Division. We were operating up north around the Vistula Estuary before we got knocked back on our asses and ended up E & E'ing down here. How the hell did you Aussies get stuck in Poland?"

"Long story mate, I was with the UN removing mines before the war started.  We got bounced around once the shooting started, the Italians sunk our relief ship I think and we ended up in Germany.  There's a brigade worth of us Aussies, Kiwis and Fijians rocking around Europe.   Snow and meself ended up with U.S. 5th Div after we got cut off."  Blue answers with a smile "Not sure about Max, different unit or he could be a tourist that got stuck.  He ended up with a couple of hundred recruits that way.  My wife's with 2nd Marine Div.- Sergeant Stephanie Miles- hopefully she's ok. She was last time I spoke to her but it's been a couple of months now."
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Max nods at Snow as he offers assistance, and helps take some of the load carrying the ZOMO prisoner.
Between heaves and laboured breathing
"Thanks ... my arm was giving out ... and I didn't want to take my other hand off the AK".

With 3 people carrying the prisoner, a rhythm is quickly established over the remaining part of the journey.

"What are doing with him now (indicating ZOMO prisoner), I'm all for hitting the trail since the donk (engine) seems fixed".
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Snowy nods to Max and the 'cop face' appears on his features - the blank don't-give-me-any-trouble-I-write-all-this-down look that gives zero emotional interplay in a discussion. He looks at the prisoner and slips his handcuffs out of their case.

"(Polish) Hands. Now."

If the prisoner complies, Snowy simply cuffs him. If the prisoner does not due to pain, incomprehension (Snowy's Polish is lousy) or truculence, he grabs his wrists and cuffs him anyway. Snowy's actions all have an inevitability about them, designed to make the prisoner feel that it's best to cooperate. He removes the strap and thanks Freeman for using it.

Snowy returns his gaze to the prisoner and checks him for wounds, lifting him firmly but not roughly with the help of the others onto the truck bed so Anneka can look at him. He takes his baton out and holds the prisoner during the examination and treatment so he doesn't get any funny ideas.

While treatment is ongoing, Snowy says to Joost, Max and Wayne "can we get a good Polish speaker back here? I'll note what laughing-boy here says and we'll see if there's any more suprises on the way to were we're going. By the way, we should tow that UAZ or put some fuel in it, it'd come in handy as a runabout that doesn't suck the juice."

"And guys, smiley here might el speako the English, so let's keep our mouths shut around him."

Wayne gladly takes his camera strap back and fishes in his satchel for his camera.  As he's attaching the camera strap he drops the unattached end to take a picture of the customs agent placing handcuffs on the prisoner.  Pulling the camera down as he reaches for the unattached part of the strap, "No one will believe that was taken in the middle of Poland during the war."

As the crew went about their various chores Anneka sorted her medical bag and noted down what had been used and what she needed. Later she would have to put some sutures in Bluey’s wound so she added those to her list. Medical supplies were always a constant problem and one of the hardest commodities to come by.

"No probs Tuck, give us a call when you want me to pull back in"
Konrad says

Konrad will move at a quick rate back down the road and once he gets about 50 meters away will drop to a crouch and depending on the view range will either use the naked eye or his binoculars to look back in the direction they came to see if anyone is coming.

Konrad Bayer
50 meters behind the Ural, watching the rear.
G36/HK69 (HE Loaded)
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Under Snow's expert gaze, Joost continues the questioning of the prisoner. The man sticks to his story about being part of an anti-marauder patrol. Blue finds the gas tanks on the UAZ empty and that seems to confirm the man's account. Adam however, becomes curious at the mention of the ZOMO. He walks back to where the field interrogation is taking place. Upon hearing descriptions of the distinctive uniforms worn by the three dead men lying out it the field, he speaks up,

"These bastards are bandits; they came poking around the abbey about a week ago. The guards chased them off after a short fight."

He pauses for a moment in thought before continuing, "He already knows about the abbey. Bring him. We will decide his fate later. We must get off the road."

Security is pulled in and the Ural is loaded, the weapons and ammo crates shifted towards the rear. Uller sits near the tailgate. The prisoner sits wedged between snow and Max. Tuck lies on his stomach in the bed, squeezed between pieces of cargo. Several of you sit facing outward on wooden boxes, weapons poised on the side railings. Joost sits alongside Adam in the cab. After toying with the undamaged tires' pressure settings, Adam gently applies the gas and the big vehicle begins to pick up speed. It pulls around the abandoned UAZ, now sans battery and spark plugs as well as fuel, and begins moving towards Nowy Huta.

The Ural cruises agonizingly slowly along the blacktop, rarely exceeding 20kmph. Only five kilometers remain between you and your destination. Traversing those last 5km promises to be a long, tedious, and tension filled journey…
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