Waiting for the team to assemble, Fox found a part of the bluffs where there was an overhang, and bushes grew partway down, concealing them from above. This being basically a seawall, there was naturally no cover from the direction of the water or up or down the path (aside from the bluffs themselves.
Fox checked his compass out of habit. After all, with the water on one side and bluffs on the other, heading for a major landmark, how could they get lost? Still, anything could happen and he verified where the North Shore mountains were so that he could always orient himself to north. Once done, he led the way.
It was about a 1200m from where they landed to the Bridge, and a little farther on to the stairs up to the abutment level.
The little file carefully picked their way among the debris littering the seawall, each watching their sectors. Large chunks of the clay parts of the cliffs had sloughed off in sections, dumping small boulders that they had to pick their way through. Branches, leaves and pine needles also formed small drifts.
Near the bridge, the debris got very heavy. It didn't slow them down too much, but it would be difficult to move quickly without tripping or making noise.
Finally, they came to "Lookout Point". There was a shoulder of the cliffs above them where a lookout had been built, behind it was a parking lot and gift shop/restaurant. (These were at the top of the cliffs, and therefore unseen by the team below.)
Down by the water the path passed between the bluffs and a small automated lighthouse on the seawall at the farthest point of land (Prospect Point), then curved back under the bridge abutment. Coming around Prospect Point, they could see the dark mass of the suspension bridge looming over them. It looked structurally sound, no cables or supports hanging down. The blast of the nuclear attacks at the eastern end of Burrard Inlet must have swayed it but not seriously damaged it.
They stopped for a moment, scanning the scene for threats. It was quiet except for a few small waves slapping on the rocks and sand uncovered by the low tide. The bridge creaked softly in the light breeze. There was a few calls from night birds, but otherwise nothing. Starting again they began passing under the bridge. Off to their left was the enormous concrete foot of the south support for the bridge; normally standing in water but connected to the base of the seawall at low tide.
A flare shot out and up into the night sky from somewhere along the top of the bluffs above and a little behind them (around about the top of Lookout point), bathing the top of the seawall where they were located, the top structure of the bridge, and the wooded bluffs around them in a hellish reddish glow.
As if on signal (as if) dozens of torches were lit and a long low chorus of wolf howls broke out along from inside the trees at the tops of the cliffs above them, feral hungry cries and moans full of madness and hunger. The guttural sounds coming from along hundreds of metres in each direction.
Their radios crackled in their ears.
"Ahhh, Amber One from Amber Two, be advised that... HOLY SHIT!" There was the sound of panicked bumping and crashing, then the radio went off the air.
McRae and MacDonald followed the BC Rail tracks through a series of parks along the waterfront. They paralleled Argyle St. a little ways, then followed the shoreline. There was about an 8-foot bank, then rocks to the high tide mark, then wet sand and mud flats at low tide.
Even across Burrard Inlet they could clearly see the red flare climbing into the night and the orange sparks of torches lit all along the trees on the tops of the bluffs by the south end of the bridge. There was a smaller cluster of torches a ways away, towards Siwash Rock.
They also heard the panicked radio call from from Amber two that cut off in mid-transmission.
"What the fuck?" MacDonald started reaching for his image intensifiers to see what was happening across the water.
McRae had his ELCAN Black Cat telescopic night sight attached to his C3A1 rifle. At 3.1x magnification it was much less than the usual 10x Unertl day time scope but good enough for the job.
Tactical Options
Note: there are presently no visible targets, and no attacks (yet) so ROEs are technically still in effect. The entire park area is heavily wooded and so far whoever it is are staying back a little in the woods, as far as you can see.
- Stay put and seek cover at the base of the cliff directly under or near the end of the bridge. There are some small boulders and deadfall laying about, enough for a little cover from the people on the top of the bluffs but better than nothing.
- Go back the way you came (west). Either to seek cover at the small 2m hight lighthouse on the seawall at the tip of Prospect Point (but you would be directly under the Lookout) 50m away, or even further back towards Siwash Rock (west, then south).
- Go forward (east) towards the stairs up 300m away, or even further east to where the ground slopes down to meet the seawall.
- Seek shelter behind the foot of the bridge support. This would mean climbing down the seawall (3m), running across rocks and mud, and then getting behind the enormous concrete block sunk into the bedrock. Excelled cover from the bluffs, but you're pretty much pinned down there with your backs to the water.
This message was last edited by the GM at 11:16, Fri 14 Mar 2008.