Tuck checks his leg again to see how much blood is flowing out and yells back out, "Yeah, Roger that!  I can't see how bad it is!"

Blue lies in the ditch, he hurts, his head hurts, his neck hurts, his arm hurts.  Then Snow turns up and pulls his gasmask over his throbbing head just to turn the pain up a notch. "Fuck me drunk Snow.  That stings." says Bluey just as he starts to sit up.  "We get em?" he asks.

"I dunno." Says Snowy simply. "Looks like some local lads were in a ditch about a hundred metres out, and the boys dumped some M203 on them so they took off. I can't tell if we got them all. Max wants us to hop back in the truck, but some of the other guys seem a bit unsure that the place is secure. I gotta admit, I'd hate some smart-arse to get lucky and ping me because I was over-confident."

Snowy is still crouching in the ditch, watching Max curiously to see if he gets shot.

"Someone shot somethin' explosive at the truck - it coulda' been an RPG or a rifle grenade. I guess someone's going to have to crawl over there and check it out before we hop back in, they could be layin' low and waiting for us all to enbus again."

"Thanks mate, fucking smart arses." Blue says looking at his arm "We better take a look at the UAZ as well, it could be booby trapped to blow.  Gimme a sec to see if this ringing stops, and we'll take a look."

The fleeing bandit centered in his ghost ring sight drops like a sack of potatoes as Joost pulls the trigger and absorbs the kick of his Mossberg.  He smirks in quiet satisfaction at the improbability of having made that shot from such a distance, but his momentary pride fades as the target gets back up and keeps on hobbling.  He racks the slide of his shotgun and considers a follow on shot, but questions his likelihood of performing an encore.

The dissipating gas cloud has now wafted over Joost's position and has begun to irritate his eyes.  It appears as though the bandits have been mostly neutralized, but Joost knows it is not yet time to get comfortable.  He turns to look down the ditch to the west and sees the Indian Marine advancing intently on the East Bloc utility vehicle barricading the road.

"Aye! Secure that jeep, mate?" Joost nods toward the suspect truck, careful to phrase it in the form of a suggestion.

Looking farther down the ditch, he eyes the big, black American scanning in the direction of the attack.  He whistles sharply then hollers "Hey, Shaq! Keep 'em pinned down while I make sure they stay dead!"

Pursuit of a fleeing ambush is always a dicey proposition, but he is hopped up on adrenaline and feeling lucky to boot.  Plus, he figures, it would be a bitter shame to get nailed again so soon for want of properly cleaning up after one's self.  After a momentary consideration of his general lack of any discernible self-preservation instinct, Joost rises out of the ditch onto the field north of the road, and begins moving slowly in the direction of the downed attackers.  He can still hear their pathetic screams clearly over the fog shrouded expanse.

Still crouching, Joost stops to hold position and exhales half way.  "I am the Angel of Death and the Time of Purification is at hand," he mutters to himself under his breath as he draws a long bead on the injured bandit still limping toward the far treeline and squeezes the trigger.

[Joost]
In the field north of the road
Mossberg M590 - 1 slug, 6 buckshot
Rallying support to close with and engage bandits

Anneka applies a field dressing to Uller's wound, then glances westward down the ditch to see Tucker contorting himself in an effort to look at the back of his own leg, which appears to be bleeding heavily. She moves down the ditch to his position.

"Let me take a look at that. Roll on your belly."

She pulls a pair of surgical scissors from her chest pocket and gets to work.

Anneka Soleblume (NPC'ed)
In the southern ditch with Tuck
Uzi
Treating the wounded

Clarence keeps watch on the apparently abandoned enemy positions from the northern ditch at the back of the Ural.

Suddenly one enemy pops up from the tall grass, about 125m distant, and makes a ragged sprint towards the wood-line, zagging right and left. It appears that he’s unarmed.

Clarence opens fire instinctively (opportunity fire) despite the unlikelihood of a hit at this range. The target's legs stop working mid-stride and he pitches headlong to the ground a dozen or so meters short of the trees. A bit surprised by his improbable shot, Clarence calls, "Target down! Clear back here."

With his telephoto lense, Wayne snaps pictures of the fleeing man going down from next to the towed Vasilek. [Private to Wayne Freeman: Through his zoom lense, he can also see signs in the grass that another enemy is still crawling towards the woods, not far from where the enemy runner just popped up...]

In the southern ditch, east of the Ural, Snow puts on his gas mask and helps Blue do the same. Blue is in considerable pain, but he’s lucid and fully mobile. As Blue makes a valiant effort to rise, Snow returns to his knees and continues to scan the battlefield, M4 at the ready.

Joost, covered by Clarence and Snow, takes the initiative and leaves the northern ditch to begin sweeping the field. He begins to feel the effects of the tear gas almost immediately. His target makes it to the relative safety of the wood-line before Joost can overcome the burning sensation in his tearing eyes to get a good shot. Ignoring the discomfort, he continues to advance towards the enemy position, finally arriving at an area of matted-down grass, littered with spent shell casings. Among the brass is a headless corpse, neck-stump still steaming. Bits of flesh and bone cling to the damp grass in an orbit around it. The corpse is dressed in tattered, dark-blue coveralls and lies over a damaged AK-74 rifle.

Gunny and Yazzie approach the dark blue UAZ. From the wire window grates and the paint scheme, they ascertain that it likely once belonged to a unit of riot police. As the pair nears the vehicle, it is clear that it’s unoccupied. The interior has a certain “lived in” look. There are food containers, empty bottles, cigarette butts, rounds of loose ammunition, a few leaves from a paperback novel (in Polish), some items of filthy clothing- even a torn pair of ladies’ undergarments- scattered about in plain sight. If it weren’t for the sting in your nostrils from the dissipating tear-gas you reckon the vehicle would stink.

Max walks back along the southern ditch towards the Ural, meaning to move it up the road and out of the danger area. He doesn’t bother to look under the hood- he’s convinced the fluid leaking from the truck is coolant water. He attempts to herd the others- especially the wounded- into the vehicle. He’s resolved to get the truck back on the road before the enemy can rally.

From the nose of the Ural, Konrad continues to scan the northern side for signs of danger, a fresh 40mm in the chamber.

Tuck is in the southern ditch across from Clarence. He’s starting to feel a little woozy and the pain in his upper left leg is really starting to kick in.

Anneka finishes applying a field dressing to Uller’s minor wound, then trots down the southern ditch, past Max, to the wounded Mountain soldier. She makes Tuck roll onto his stomach and cuts the tear in his BDU trousers to access the wound. She finds an ugly, but non-life threatening bullet wound. A high velocity round (probably 5.45mm b) entered his upper left thigh right below his buttocks, flipped around about 90 degrees in its own length, and blew out the other side about an inch-and-a-half from the entry wound. As you examine the exit wound, you can see yellow masses of fat and red muscle between pulses of blood. It’ll need about a dozen stitches, but he should recover fully. She begins to apply pressure to the wound with her right hand while using her left, along with her teeth, to tear open another field dressing.[Private to Anneka Soleblume: It looks like Tuck's lost about a pint of blood from his wounds.]

Actions?
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Tucker half-smiles at the female medic as she approaches him lying there in his ditch.  Without saying a word, he grimaces with some pain as he rolls onto his stomach so that his leg wound can be evaluated.  "God Damnit that friggin' hurts!  I lost a lot of blood didn't I," he asks and waits for a reply from Anneka.  While he's over on his stomch, Tucker can at least try and keep an eye out downrange on his companions while they look around the ambush site and the UAZ.  Tucker grabs his radio and transmits, "It's Tuck.  Use extreme caution out there everyone.  We don't know if there's any IED's or other shit they got coverin' their escape.  Anyone got a status on our truck?  Over."

Tuck
M-16A2 MAG [30]/M-203 HE [1]
Getting medical attention from Anneka and trying to get a SITREP
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Parks holds up a closed fist to his cover man as he hears the others preparing to remount. Parks grabs his radio. " Shut the Ural down for now. We might be able to fix it but as long as it's running we are just pumping water out of it." Parks pauses a second to think then looks at the UAZ and continues. "Do we have a mechanic? If so get him on the truck. The UAZ seems clear but we aren't done yet. We might be able to use it to help fix the ural. We will cover from here. Parks turns to his spotter and motions for him look over the UAZ. Parks sets the safety on his AKR and releases it to swing to his side. Unslings his SVD, Parks sets the bipod and sets it on he UAZs hood. Using the UAZ as cover and support he scans the ambush area for targets.


Parks
on south side of UAZ leaning over hood.
SVD [9] + 3x 10rnd mags
Covering the rest of the team and scanning for targets.

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After snapping the picture of death in action he pulls the camera down and calls out, "Crawler in the grass near the runner!"  Leaning back behind the towed weapon he checks the film count then steps back out.

John will give the beat up truck a quick check and try to observe anything out of the ordinary. John will shrug his shoulders and say to the gunny..."Whatever you say boss".

John will then walk back to the truck the same way he got there, weapon at the ready. He will cover the gunny by scanning the terrain as they move. John’s heart is still racing from the combat and he is now starting to sweat hard from the last few minutes' work out.
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Max quits yelling for the wounded to get into the truck, it seems the danger has ceased for the moment, and the nurse is tending to the injured where they lay.

Max hears Gunny call to shut the Ural down.  Max moves from the rear of the Ural to the drivers side, and turns the Ural off.

"Shes lost alot of water"

Max walks back to the ditch where Snow and Blue are.

"Snow, they may need a hand at the UAZ, they seem to think its clear, but ..."

"Blue, the nurse aint far away, no ones hurt real bad.  I guess we'll mount up when we can and after the UAZ has been cleared".

After his film check, Wayne will walk out onto the battlefield and move toward the treeline.  About halfway there he will call out over his shoulder, "Anyone policing up the hostiles equipment or checking them?", as he continues walking toward the treeline careful to avoid any exposure to the mysterious cloud that was hanging around earlier.

With the other team members securing the UAZ and ambush site Konrad stands from his crouch beside the Ural.

"We need to get this beast back on the road, anyone mechanically minded to have a look at the engine ?"

Once the question has been asked Konrad begins to look for a spare tyre on the Ural to replace the punctured one.
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Max hears the request for someone to look at the Ural.  After speaking to Snow and Blue, he yells back over his shoulder ...

"Hey, if its just a hose thats gone on the ural, maybe we can get one from the UAZ.  If its the radiator itself thats gone, i dont know if we want to spend the time to fix it"

Does the Captain know how far we are from the river?".

"I'm a mechanic," calls out Snowy, "and Bluey's a trained combat engineer. Let him check out the UAZ, he's good with IEDs."

"Max, Joost has gone to check the shooters, maybe if you grab someone and back him up while some of the wounded guys can cover you from here. I'll get the spanners on the Ural and we'll be on the road faster than you can down a stubbie."

Watching Wayne stride into the field, Clarence keys the handset on his radio,

"I'm heading out into the field after our friend, 'Mr. Shutterbug'. Keep us covered."

Clarence leaves the relative safesty of the ditch for the tall grass of the field. His weapon is at the ready, its barrel following the movement of his eyes. He pays especially close attention to the area where Wayne indicated that he saw movement and he heads cautiously in that direction.

When he nears that area, he calls out in his standard battlefield Polish,"Surrender! Hands up! Surrender or I shoot!"
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Adam, sitting in the ditch next to Uller overhears Max's querry and replies,

"We are about 4 or 5 kilometers from the abbey. The Krolowa- 'Queen'-  is near there."

With the approach of a gunslinger Wayne slows down to allow him to pass.  He'll scan the area looking for weapons and bodies to check as he walks behind the security.  He'll also switch from the telefocus lens to the regular camera.

OOC: Out of pocket until Sunday Noon incase you need to know Skipper.

Barry will REPLY to Milks, "Roger that Milks, Break!  Can anyone give me a god damn staus report?  I'm wounded and I can't quite see everything. Over," Tucker says over the radio.

Tuck
M-16A2 MAG [30]/M-203 HE [1]
Getting medical attention from Anneka and still trying to get a SITREP

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Max nods at Snows suggestion to back Joost up.  He looks around to see whose still standing.

"Anyone up for a walk?

I'm heading out as backup to Joost?"

If anyone volunteers, Max will walk with them out into the field where Joost is (?).  Max will walk spread out a little from anyone who comes along.

As he leaves the ditch and enters the field, Max yells over his shoulder,
"Check the Ural, Snow - take what you need from the UAZ if you can.  Capt'n said the boat's only 5km away; she may limp along and make with without too much trouble".
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Joost arrives at the former ambush position, surveys the carnage and crouches over the headless body.  He begins to search the corpse and police the immediate area for anything useful along the lines of documents or ammunition and the like.

[Private to Cap'n Rae: Does Joost recognize the blue coveralls as a ZOMO uniform?  You'd mentioned riot police.]

Keeping one eye on the task at hand, the other follows the blood-soaked trail toward toward the treeline.  Once Joost has determined to his satisfaction that there is nothing left to scavenge from this position, he kneels down in the pit to wait for the approaching overwatch before considering further pursuit.

Upon hearing Clarence call out a warning in Polish, Joost surmises that they may have spotted another live antagonist down in the tall, wet grass.  He motions to the photographer to hit the deck, loads a fresh pair of slugs into the receiver of his Mossberg and begins to scan the area through the shotgun's ghost ring sight.

[Joost]
In the former ambush position
Mossberg M590 - 3 slugs, 6 buckshot
Securing corpses, policing the area and watching for a rally

[Private to Max Fosters: Editted to remove the bit about flies: it's too cold for flies yet on this October morning.]

Max arrives at the location of the dead enemy. The scene reminds Max of an old saying the girls used to use before the war, at the pubs "red and green should never be seen".  Crimson blood stains the green grass before him.

Max raises an eyebrow at Joost, acknowleging him as he surveys the bloody scene before him.  Joost is patting down the bodies.  "Kodak" Freeman is changing lenses, as Max walks to the North, North East side of the position, standing between where the enemy has retreated and the two (or more if others followed?) friendlies who are searching the area.

Max speaks to both Joost and Freeman
"Good start to the journey".

After a brief pause he continues,

"... I guess this is the hard part over, too, eh?"

Max smirks at Freeman.
"Don't shoot me with that, eh?"

"So, why are you still tooling around taking photos?  Can you even develop them?"

Max stands staring out towards where danger is likely to come from while he speaks to Wayne.
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With Max, Joost and Wayne heading out to the ambush site, and others checking out the UAZ Konrad heads over to speak with Tuck.

Konrad crouches down beside Tuck as he is checked out by Anneka.
"Doesn't look too bad my friend." Konrad says looking at Tucks wound.

"Max, Joost, and our camera friend Wayne are checking out the ambush site while Blue is going to check out the UAZ for any IED's, the Gunny is also up at the jeep giving some cover, the rest of us are checking out the Ural and getting ready to move out hopefully."

Konrad will stay by Tuck scanning the woods while he waits for the other groups to return or someone to request his assistance.
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"Gives a new meaning to getting yer ass shot off though, huh?" Tucker says jokingly to Bayer.

He listens to Bayer's assessment and nods in acknowledgement, "Good job Bayer, thank you!  I was beginning to think that people were avoiding me.  I know there's a lot going on and I don't want to seem like I'm taking over.  I think that every branch handles things sightly different from each other.  We got some work to do!  How bad is the Ural and the UAZ?"
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