Two long bursts of fire rip through the night air, the flash of the muzzle lighting up an area through the rain at the top of a residential building just a hundred or so metres away.

Sebastian quickly pulls his head safely back in the lee of the building which he and Doc Brooks are hugging. He turns to face brooks while hastily putting his helment back on.

"Shooting from a building... the second level. It is about 100 meters down the road."

Sebastian is clearly flustered. As an afterthought, he pulls the cocking handing on the top of his Uzi back and lets it go with a sharp clack. He cringes. In the rain and with gunfire nearby, it's doubtful that anyone heard, but Sebastian feels like a bug whose rock has just been torn up, revealing it to the world.

"What should we do, Doc?"

  Katka rouses from near slumber, the sound of gunfire so commonplace these days that it barly registered. She pooks her head out of an ajoining room in time to see Dok and Sebastian heading out.

 Nice of them to let me sleep but, dangerous. For me.

  She wills sore muscles back to action, grabs her AK and follows suit. Out the door, rain adding to discomfort, sneaking slowly after her compainions to catch up with them at the corner.

  Hand up, palm out, a reaction to lets them know its her under the camouflage hood. Who else would it be.

  "You are letting me sleep and have all fun for self, Tak?"

Brooks looks for a way into the building they are using as cover, "Let's get out of the rain and into some cover to think."

Once out of the rain and under some cover Doc will take his helmet off and wipe his face.

"Might be friendlies but I don't wanna stick my head out and say howdy while their shooting. And what if they ain't friendly and the guys they shooting at are?"

Shakes his head as he soaks things in for a moment, "How about we try and get into a position to watch the house where the firing is coming from and sit tight 'til we can identify them as friend or foe? Wait 'til things cool down before we make contact if they are friendly. Cool?"

"Ya Doc. Sounds good to me. Let us wait and see who is who."

(Assuming they are now inside the building they'd been using for cover...)

"And perhaps we should make sure no one else is here?" He looks to Brooks and Katka for their approval.

Sebastian looks around the interior of the buidling to make sure that they are the only occupants. Once he's sure the buidling is secure, he moves to find a window or other suitable openning from which he can continue to observe the building from which he'd seen the firing. He will do his best make sure that he can not be seen from outside.

OOC: Nuked, could Sebastian tell by the muzzle flash in which direction the shooter was firing? That would give us a clue as to where the other antagonist may be.

No, Sebastian cannot tell.

After clearing the building with Stoeckel, Brooks will drop his pack. He'll even take off his combat harness and flak jacket before stretching his shoulders. He leaves the flak jacket and harness close by before also trying to find a vantage point to observe the building that the firing is coming from.

  Katka mades her home next to the front door untill the boys secure the building, then pushes the pack's shoulder strapes down and lets it fall to the ground after seeing Dok get comfortable. She leans against the wall for fear of falling asleep if she sits, hugs her rifle to her chest.

  "If there is no more shooting, we should wait hour and take look in building. Enemy will be.. eh un... tired, we can suprise them."
This message was last edited by the player at 08:35, Mon 31 July 2006.

Sebastian sees both Doc Brooks and Katka drop their packs before he realizes that he's still lugging his own around. The adrenaline is still pumping hard enough that he hadn't felt the weight of the pack or the straps digging into his tired shoulders. He is completely awake now. He removes his pack and sets it down within reach.

"Someone should watch the door so that no one else tries to hide in here, eh?"

Sebastian continues to look for a good vantage point from which to safely and stealthily observe the house from which they'd seen the firing.

OOC: Nuked, does "our" building have a second floor? If so, Sebastian will suggest that all move upstairs for better observation and defensibility.

Yes, most buildings have a second story in Wolbrom.



Wolbrom had a prewar population of 9146 people. One of the oldest "cities" in Poland, it had a pre WWII population with a very large percentage of Jews and naturally suffered tremendously under the Nazis. (If anyone actually lived here, you could almost take it for granted that Germans would be shot on sight!) The town has been razed many times over the centuries. As can be seen, there is a town square and buildings are two to three stories high.

  Katka nods at Sebastian's suggestion, "Tak, stairs is good place for defending. I can watch down."

"Danke, Katka. I will go upstairs. Doc?"

Sebastian leaves his pack with Katka and moves as stealthily as possible up the stairs. He pauses a moment on the landing and then proceeds cautiously clearing the second floor. Once confident no danger lurks within the building, Sebastian finds a window facing the building from which the firing eminated.

Actions: Observing area where shooting was previously observed taking care not to be seen from same.

 OOC: Great pics, Nuked. Thanks for the lowdown on Wolbrum. You definitely do your homework! Brilliant.

Brooks will shrug as he looks at Katka then grabbing his pack and Stoeckels he'll trudge up the stairs. Upon reaching the top he moves to Stoeckel and sets the pack down gently, "She meant she would cover the stairs from the top."

With that he'll give a smile and drop his pack down and use it to lean against, "Let me know when you get tired of staring at that building and I'll watch it for a bit."

  Katka gives William a kind smile as he takes the burden of Sebastian's gear, she grabs a strap on her own pack and drags it upstairs, setting it in place as a rifle rest. sits down and takes aim. Satisfied with the field of fire, she takes two grenades and places them on the pack in arms reach.

  "U polozhennia!" instinctivly before remembering who her new comrades are.

  "I am good here"
This message was last edited by the player at 05:34, Thu 03 Aug 2006.

I need to mention that the two groups are not posting at the same rate of time. So far it's been only about 15-20 seconds since the first burst of fire.
Your actions as posted are still all completely valid however, although naturally you're far ahead timewise. As long as you don't go poking your heads out and waving big glowing flags, etc, all should be well.

OOC: 15-20 seconds? LOL, that puts us back in the confused at the corner of the building looking at the first burst stage... hehe. Time sure does fly when you ain't getting shot at.

OOC: I suppose we'll just sit tight and keep an eye on the building across the way until the other group catches up posting wise.

Sorry for the misunderstanding with the pack, Katka. Sebastian is a bit of a cad sometimes but he's normally more of a gentleman. ; )

OOC: I think were all in our rest positions at the moment anyhow, having settled in for a bit. Light a fire under thier butts, Im having fun lol.

Just as your beginning to settle in, another shorter burst of fire lasting about half a second, probably a machinegun rips through the darkness.

OOC: As a rule of thumb, most machineguns fire at around 600-700 rounds per minute, roughly ten per second. Naturally there are those that fire a lot faster and some substantially slower (the MG-42 of WWII is about 1000rpm while the Vickers can be set down to about 200rpm).

In answer to the shorter, higher burst was a lower, longer burst from something that sounded Russian, there was a brief pause and then a moment later a figure forced his way into cover as rounds impacted where he had last been standing...

Corrigan had gotten separated from the others he had been with, and had followed the sounds of the guns, knowing (or at least hoping) where there was still competitive gunfire meant there were friendlies to hook up with.  There was a brief pause, and he stood and responded with a long, low retort from the RPK he was carrying, hearing a satisfying cry in the distance, before turning to see if there was anyone to address...

"Anyone speak English?" he asked hopefully, his voice strained from the last few weeks travel, the English accent still noticeable as he crouched, half-expecting a volley of fire to answer him...

  The sound of familiar fire, close, got Katka's mind going. The sound of someone moving downstairs got her blood flowing. Grip tightened, finger sliding along the smooth trigger. Mouth open, slow, deep breaths to feed oxygen to weary systems. She leaned forward slightly fealing the round metal of a grenade against her forarm, considered the force of throw after the first burst, just the right angle to bounce it off the far wall and into the room below.

  Then a voice, english but not quite right. For a split second she wanted to answer but no, waited with sole intent for a dark silhouette to show itself at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for the kill.

Brooks snaps out of his day dreaming state of rest when the burst of fire errupts nearby. He quickly glances at each of his companions. Then hearing the voice downstairs he grabs his rifle and medical bag and takes a peek out the nearest window to him before crouching down his heart beating as if it was going to burst out of his chest. The sweat rolling down his face. He takes a deep breath as he tries to think.

Another burst of fire not far off. Sebastian strains to try and spot the location of the shooter. He jumps as a burst of fire blasts into the night directly outside and below their position, much closer this time.

He turns and exchanges worried looks with Doc Brooks. There is a muffled thump downstairs and then a voice- it sounds like someone trying to speak underwater.

"Katka, do you see anything down the stairs?" Sebastian hisses.

He starts fumbling with his webbing for a grenade of his own.  In English they say, shoot first and ask questions later...

  Katka shakes her head twice, slow and deliberate, eyes never leaving their mark. She releases the rifle letting the pack support its weight and points her arm at Dok, waving him over and quite ardently points down the stairs. All done in smooth silence.
This message was last edited by the player at 02:23, Sun 13 Aug 2006.

The lack of immediate response along with what might have been a whisper, though with the background noise it was hard to tell, did not bode well for Corrigan.  He had hoped to hook back up with the group he had gotten separated from a while ago, but it did not seem like his luck was holding he only hoped his luck did not get any worse.

"Corrigan, Andrew, Warrant Officer Class Two, 22nd SAS British Army!  Please respond!" he said, loudly enough to be heard upstairs hoping to ward off a volley of rounds that might be heading in his direction.  Immediately after speaking though, knowing his location would have been easier to determine now, he moved silently to the side, careful of the windows, intent upon putting some distance between himself and the stairs.  His trained eye judged the angles a grenade might come down towards him as he hefted the RPK, covering the stairs as best he could.

Having given another chance to respond to anyone who might be there, he figured it was their turn to either accept his olive branch, or not.  Either way he did not intend to give them an easy target if they chose to fire.

[Private to Nuked: What, if any, cover is available to him?  As he might need it the way things are going...  :-)]