Re: Prologue: Krakow to Nowy Huta
Snow and Max hit the dirt as the green, dart-like object passes low overhead to burst harmlessly in the soft, damp earth on the south side of the road, about 10 meters away. Snow pops up from the southern roadside ditch and fires a burst from his M4 at a muzzle flash directly opposite him to the north.
Max crawls to the prostrate Blue to find him dazed but alive. A bullet has lodged in Blue’s Kevlar helmet, but did not penetrate. Max moves on to check the palm-sized patch of blood on his countryman’s left arm. A closer look reveals that the blood is coming from a small, grazing wound. The big man should be OK. Luckily for both of them, something else seems to have drawn the enemy’s attention. Either that or they’ve assumed that their initial targets have been neutralized. After assuring himself that Blue is OK, Max rolls out of the line of fire into the southern roadside ditch, leaving his friend lying on the edge of the damp asphalt.
From a crouch on the edge of the road, Joost unleashes a snap-shot volley at a head and shoulders just barely revealed above a small hump in the grass, 100 meters away. Noting the multiple muzzle flashes emanating from the same general vicinity, Joost dives into the northern roadside ditch as incoming rounds buzz and snap around his head.
Wayne, Anneka, Konrad, and Gunny all close on the relatively sheltered passenger side of the Ural where Adam is struggling to pull the wounded Uller from the cab. Their movement and grouping seem to have drawn the bulk of the enemy fire. A sound resembling a team of six-armed workmen banging on the roof and doors of the truck with hammers echoes all around them. Glancing into the cab, they notice that the windshield has been perforated by at least a dozen bullets.
Adam, noticing the six pairs of helping hands approaching stammers, panting with exertion, “I’ve got him. He is fine. Go! GO!”
Clarence finds himself out of the line of fire from his position in the northern drainage ditch. It would seem that the enemy can neither see nor hit him with direct fire. As of yet, not one of the party’s four grenadiers has responded to his impassioned calls for counter-fire.
Tuck crawls around the back of the Ural to the sheltered side as rounds smack the truck and pavement all around him. He leans against the relative cover of the back tires for a moment, catching his breath. Thanks to Tuck's elevated adrenaline levels, the wound in the back of his thigh is noticeable only as a dull, throbbing ache. He calls desperately for supressive fire, but no one seems to be responding. A knot of people have clustered in the lee of the truck cab.
Yazzie ducks and turns to follow Gunny's speedy exit from the truck bed. He trips over a piece of the piled up cargo and lands face first on the floor of the bed as rounds perforate the railing above him. After a brief moment's hesitation, he crawls quickly towards the rear of the truck. Noticing that the enemy fire is shifting towards the front of the truck, Yazz drops out the back and dashes to cover into the northern roadside ditch. He is now dead even with the back of the Ural and about 10 meters to the east (right) of Clarence.
From the volume of incoming fire and the number of muzzle flashes you’ve glimpsed, it is now apparent that a hostile force of approximately a dozen men has ambushed the Ural from a slight fold in the ground, about 100 meters to the north of the road. The enemy ambush line seems to start at the nose of the Ural and stretches parallel to the roadway to about 10 meters west of the UAZ. No fire is coming from the south.
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This message was last edited by the GM at 23:40, Sun 03 June 2007.
