Re: Prologue: Krakow to Nowy Huta
Sunday, October 1st, 2000 -0730hrs.
8 kilometers East of Krakow, Poland
51 F
Scattered Heavy Ground Fog, Visibility 50-200m (variable)
The big Ural continues to bump east along the pot-holed, four-lane blacktop in the direction of the ruins of Nowa Hutny. The air passing through the bed of the truck is cold and damp and the smell of wet grass is heavy in the morning air. Every now and again, the Ural passes the rust-hued husk of a military or civilian vehicle sitting forlornly where it had been shoved off the road months or years before. Heavy banks of fog hang in drainage canals and under stands of trees alongside the road. It’s decent landscape for an ambush. But, Old Adam assured you before you set out from Krakow in the pre-dawn gloaming that the ORMO routinely patrols this stretch of road and that anyways, bandits usually don’t bother to get up this early in the morning. It’s small comfort indeed. Adam’s first mate, a sour-faced Silesian by the name of Uller, is driving now, and driving recklessly, caroming through the fog, down the poorly maintained road, at nearly 50km per hour. The towed Vasilek mortar bounces and swerves precariously behind the truck. ‘Old’ Adam, your new employer, is riding shotgun in the cab.
The country surrounding you now consists of gently rolling fields of foot-high grass, glistening with condensed moisture. About 150 meters back from the road on both sides are thick walls of tall trees. The ground rises almost imperceptably to the landward side, while dropping off gradually as it nears the river which is out of view some distance behind the Southern wall of trees. The road is slightly convex and is bordered by shallow channels for drainage.
Without warning, your conversation is cut short as the Ural screeches and slides to an abrupt halt. With some effort, you manage to avoid falling over while several items of cargo slide forward along the bed. By twisting around and leaning over the railing along the sides of the truck bed, you can make out the dark shape of a seemingly intact jeep-type vehicle parked in the middle of the road about 50 meters ahead. Uller must not have seen it until just moments ago due to the heavy fog which is just now beginning to clear.
OOC: Actions?
This message was last edited by the GM at 15:36, Wed 30 May 2007.