Re: Prologue: Krakow to Nowy Huta
Sunday, October 1st, 2000 -0700hrs.
Just East of Krakow, Poland
50 F
Scattered Heavy Ground Fog, Visibility 25-200m
You sit in the bed of an idle Ural-4320 cargo truck doing your best to stay warm in the chill of the early October morning. Seated on inward facing benches lining either side of the truck bed are several fellow travelers- soldiers mostly- who, like you, have been hired to provide security for a river tug heading down the Vistula towards the ruins of Warsaw. Your new employer, ‘Old’ Adam Rataj is haggling with a Krakow ORMO officer over the legitimacy of a small stack of Rada issued transit documents. Apparently, there seems to be some concern over the number of heavy weapons among the departing party. Based on the amount of pointing and gesticulating going on, you gather that the focus of the controversy is the towed 82mm Vasilek auto-mortar. A couple of bored looking ORMO sentries watch from atop a dug-in Polish T-72 tank. Several more stare out of a sandbagged checkpoint bunker. After a 10 minute wait, during which the ORMO officer withdraws to the bunker to contact his superiors in Krakow by field telephone, the party is unceremoniously waved through the checkpoint and sent on its way.
For the first several kilometers out of Krakow, the Ural travels along a four-lane blacktop road- cratered in places- through fields of winter wheat. Aside from a squad-sized patrol of horse-mounted ORMO soldiers riding alongside the road back towards the city, there are no signs of human life. Eventually, the wheat-fields come to an end and, with the wheat, you realize, civilization itself.
(OOC: This would be a good time to get to know your fellow travellers.)
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