In reply to Andrew Montgomery McRae (msg #7):

"An elderly woman came in and said there's a commotion at a Chinese restaurant a few blocks away.  Beyond that I don't know.  I don't know the nature of the break in, who's involved or what it involves.  Could be anything from simple B&E to a domestic disturbance between the owners to thugs shaking down the owners.  Since we don't know what is involved, let's take rifles and side arms.  I doubt we will need anything heavier.  If it looks like we need back-up, we back off and wait for the RCMP support to come and back us up."

In reply to Andrea Clarke-Sullivan (msg #8):

"I'm in if you need me.. let me make a call and see if I can analyze any traffic and see if it might relate to this"

She promptly will radio her people on watch and ask about ANY transmissions tonight.

Already awake, Taras didn't mind the sudden interruption. He put his RCMP uniform as he did believe that will be more appropiate and holstered the nine mil and then he headed for the operations room. While briefing the personnel on duty about the call he picked up a Motorola and radioed the night patrol asking for their location. They were cruising West Broadway not far from the intersection with MacDonald. Taras decided to order them to wait for him while he jumped into Khandola's ride as he found it better suited than the clunky UAZ.

A few minutes later the two SUVs were rolling down towards the old Chinatown. Before they would reach the Cambie bridge Taras enquired about the address of the occurrence and let the other party guide, the local RCMP officers, do the approach.

The long stretch of Broadway gave the Ukrainian man time enough to think about the way things were changing lately. He wondered how far a support to a military recce mission could shift into a mere local police effort. While crime fighting was somehow important to the normal return to daily activities in a big city he felt that they were far behind a full comprehension of the situation in the Lower Mainland and more pressing issues were left unattended. He made himself a mental note to discuss this with Lt. Cmdr. Clarke.

The radio set started again with an answer to their queries...

Windshield wipers pounding back and forth, Taras was just under 10 minutes out when the rest of the team was leaving the old Police station.

As he drove, he reflected on the reason he was  being sent out on such a foul night. The example of Jagelis weighed heavily on Khandola and Angla, and while they seemed more comfortable with Clarke's judgement and leadership they still insisted on having their personal liaison, him, along to see with his own eyes how she and the team reacted in a crisis. If this was nothing then it was merely a bad night out, if a real situation developed it would be in a heavily built-up area that might have people they wanted to court. Much bad could happen, as well as much good.

The address was the Pnom Penh restaurant in Chinatown (244 East Georgia), on the middle south side a snippet of E. Georgia St. between Main and Gore. Just a block or so away from the Dunsmuir and Georgia St. viducts and a couple blocks from the Canadian Pacific rail station.

Taras and company would be approaching the area from the south, the rest of the team from the north.

Kelsey had verified with the signals section at UBC that there was no unusual radio traffic or new call signs on the air.

They walked down both sides of Main st. in 2 pairs using the buildings for cover: Andy and Tyler on the East side, Clarke and Kelsey (with radio pack) on the left.

Rain poured down, collecting in giant puddles and immense streams, flowing around garbage and debris in the street and piled on the sidewalk. There were a few abandoned cars parked along the kerb, as well as the 3 MAIN bus, an electrical trolley bus, dead power leads hanging off the roof like huge antennae.

When they were nearing the intersection of W. Georgia and Main (restaurant off to the left) the team re-formed on the east side of the street, hugging the rain-slick cinder-block wall. Andy was on point, followed by Clarke and Kelsey, with Tyler picking up drag.

Andy had almost made it to Main and E. Georgia and was getting prepared to have a careful look-see around the corner to the left, when they all heard a woman's shriek of terror coming from the direction of the restaurant. It was followed by the loud smack of someone hitting the pavement hard, and then an even louder yelp of pain.

They then heard a man's rough voice call out, "...better fucking stop and get on the ground now, bitch! Or I'm gonna light you up like the Forth of July!"
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In reply to helbent4 (msg #11):

Kelsey quietly mutters under her breath, about loud enough to carry to the people closest to her.

"Well, guess that might have been a genuine concerned citizen."

Drenched and looking suddenly grimmer at the words she heard, she checks her C8, suddenly rather determined that some dieing should be occurring.  This was her home, not the so called Angels.

In reply to Kelsey Sarah Champlain (msg #12):

A woman replied to the voice, whimpering, breathless and in tears, "...no, please... let me go... I'm hurt..."

Again the man demanded, "I ain't warning you again, you're gonna get hurt a lot more if you don't stop and get down on the ground!"

She was pleading now, possibly for her life, "No... please don't hurt me any more..."
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In reply to helbent4 (msg #13):

Kelsey motions to Clarke, a cocking motion with a grim smile, a silent appeal for permission to "lock and load" so that they have rounds chambered.

Clarke shook her head and pointed at her ear.  In a stage whisper, she said, "Kelsey, calm down.  Andy, look around that corner and give us a SITREP.  Who's there, how many, how far from cover to the targets. Tyler, stand by.  I may need you to haul ass to the other side of they building and cut this guy off fromtrying to make a run for it, or catch him from behind."
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God Damn Fucking Curry!

The reckless, endlessly gloomy rain in Vancouver made an imperious necessity to keep the windows rolled up and the olfatory sense of the distinguished ex-Soviet Officer was throughoutly hammered during the ride by the personal signature aroma of the traditional operator of the vehicle: The no less distinguished, and blue turbaned, Khandola.

While approaching the area indicated, Taras alleviated the inner atmosphere with a 2 seconds push of the down button gaining not only much needed fresh air but also some periferal view and also enhanced situational awareness. This last much compromised by the heavy rain outside concocted with the foggy mist inside of the SUV.

This newly acquired awareness came also in the form of a series of voices, muffled by the current meteo but clearly indicating distress between a male and female. He also noticed the presence of the fellow team companions already approaching. To clearly state the nature of his intentions, Shevchenko operated the emergency lights and suddenly the night bursted into an animated symphony of color while surrounding glass windows and thousands of diminute raindrops reflected the wild whirling mix of red and blue. A couple of short strokes with the powerful siren came to reinforce the visual effects delivering a clear message: The Police has arrived.

The other patrol vehicle stationed nearby and without acting upon instructions but basically imitating the Sargent proceeded also to activate the lights but decided to remain silent. Somehow they were expencting Taras, as a superior in command to act first and, shyly, stayed inside the car.

Without pause Shevechko turned off the engine. Swinging to the left in the seat he grabbed the pistol, flipped up the manual safety and chambered a round. Swinging right and with the thumb and index finger he took a footlong, black flashlight by the bulging headlight as it was resting in the passenger seat. Swinging left again he opened the door with the rest of the left free fingers while pushing at the same time with the shoulder. Once out of the vehicle and carrying the compact Smith and Wesson in one hand and the Maglite in the other he realised that he ran out of upper extremities to close the door. Being an imperative to protect the cruiser from the elements, Taras solved this dilemma with a swift kick from his right foot: BLAM!

Chto eto za piz'dyulina?

The 2 police SUV's pulled up to intersection of Main and E. Georgia, opposite Andy at the NE corner, getting ready to have a look down E Georgia at the restaurant.

The shorts bursts from the siren echoed as the light from the sires reflected off a thousand surfaces.

Out of the SUV and in the rain, Taras saw there was a half-naked woman a half block to the East on the South side of the street, in front of the Pnom Penh restaurant. A half-naked poorly-shaved man wearing US BDU pants, tattos scrawled across the flesh of his dead-white torso, was leaning out the 2nd story window. He had been yelling at the woman and pointing an M16A2 rifle with a flashlight and M203 grenade launcher attached at her.

He currently seemed stunned by the arrival of the police, staring at the new vehicles with open-mouthed shock.

Taras could immediately guess what happened. In a bid to escape, the young woman (limping slowly, cradling her right arm) had jumped out the 2nd story and fell to the street, avoiding the front door for some reason. She saw Taras and choked, "please God help me... they're crazy and they're gonna kill me..." She started to limp towards him.

They were about 80m away from where the two groups were.

Edit Added:

Peeking around the corner, Andy described the situation for Clarke and Kelsey.
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In reply to helbent4 (msg #17):

Two things were pretty clear to Clarke.  First, they only had seconds before the man hanging out of the second story window got over his surprise and turned the launcher on the cruiser.  Second, he wasn't alone.

She said quietly, calmly, "Andy, shoot him before he turns that thing on Taras.  Tyler, Kelsey, look to the doorway.  The woman is expecting more of them to come out of there.
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In reply to helbent4 (msg #17):

With the attention of everyone on the cruisers and the whoopie lights, I guess that the small military attachment can take a peek easy enough, the lights doing more than drawing attention, but coloring and lighting the entire rainy street.  Seeing the M16 Kelsey speaks up.

"Assault rifle, 2nd floor.  I do believe that would be an immediate threat"  She nods to Clarke as she moves to rack her arming lever.  "We might want to tell him to drop that rifle."
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Andy nodded at the Commander's order and raised his carbine. He settled his sight calmly on the man's palid torso and waited for his sights to settle. When they did, he rolled the trigger firmly but gently and fired a shot at the man, following up with quicker, but still deliberate shots.

Andy
C4 30/30
Aimed shot followed by up to four quick shots
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Tyler, a bit new to the ROE's, had already locked, and subsequently loaded a round into the chamber of his CAR15.  He kept the selector lever on SAFE as he moved behind an abandoned car that allowed for a good view of the restaurant.  He peered at the doorway, neither his head, nor rifle moving much, only his eyes moving in a pattern as central vision dissipates during darkness.

He did not speak a word when he watched Andy get ready, and pop off some rounds.  Combat was just another element of life for the American, and it showed in his lack of a flinch, or any negative reaction.

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg #21):

A blink from the woman, then she is crouching and moving to cover Clarke, still on safe, not that it slows you down much to flick to fire, looking for the next target already, C-8 up but barrel pointed slightly down, butt to shoulder, another combat seasoned veteran, when it gets hot she slips into that mode effortlessly.  At the sharp end, you are infantry first, radio and mechanic last.

As Taras was walking towards the location where the injured woman and the armed suspect a sharp buzzing sound of shor rang around him. He didn't expect this to happen with such a speed. He "holstered" the flashback not in the correspondant ring in the duty belt but rather stuck it right under the belt then he picked up the Motorola:

Everybody stop shooting please. We have a wounded person and the first thing we need here is an ambulance and back up.

Shevchenko didn't stop his brisky pace while using the radio. After hearing the shots he simply get closer to the wall to avoid getting into the field of fire of the rifle. A few steps after the radio message Taras used the thumb to put the gun in single action.

  Pizdetc!!!

Andy could see the man's dog tags hanging against his chest, dual US-style ones taped together (Canadian dog tags being a single tag that is broken into two tabs). He moved his left hand down to the trigger of the grenade launcher, probably intending to fire a 40mm HE round at the unarmoured SUV in front of him.

Hitting the lever to chamber a round and setting the selective fire lever on Single, he settled the C8's optical sight's illuminated reticule on the man and fired. The bullet punched a neat black hole in his left hand, smacking the plastic fore stock of the rifle. With a howl the man dropped the rifle, and the next round tore into his left bicep. Andy kept firing single shots, bullets pocking the bricks above and below him. The rifle clattered into the street below him.

Taras called for a cease-fire over the radio while reaching the cover of the nearby building. The woman continued to limp towards him. The two mounties behind him looked at him for instructions. One with a C8 was behind the engine block, the other with an MP5 was by the rear edge of the SUV.

Turn Summary:

Turn 1: Taras pulls up and gets out, Andy looks around the corner, Aims and Talks (reporting the situation). Man loses Initiate and is surprised. Clarke and Kelsey talk.

Turn 2: Man recovers from surprise and moves to shoot a 40mm grenade at Taras, Andy shoots 5 rounds (2 hit), Clarke completes issuing orders, Kelsey and Tyler move to covering positions. Taras calls for cease-fire and backup while Moving.

Next turn is turn 3. please be advised actions that take more than one turn (5 seconds, see Combat Notes) may not be resolved in next GM post. (Talking is 1 sentence per turn.)
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In reply to helbent4 (msg #24):

Kelsey drops the select to single shot herself, and moves to the best cover she can find with a view of the wounded man and the building he is in, if none she will go prone on the street with a good sight picture, hopefully with at least cover from an abandoned vehicle.  Over the hood of one of those if she can.

"One wounded, weapon dropped, looks like he might have had intent.  No other hostiles showing, but looking for them.  Covering the front, weapon hot."

The sudden shots fired made Taras decide to get out of the street and turned to the safety of the corner. Being closer to the rest of the team he addressed to Clarke:

I'm going to cover the back-alley and make sure nobody goes in or out unnoticed!

"Target's weapon neutralised, target still alive and moving; eye contact lost." Andy reported as he continued to cover the street with his C8 carbine.

Andy
C8 (ECLAN Sight) 25/30
Reporting results of action
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Tyler remains planted near the car, but gets farther away from the where he had stopped initially so that he could get a better view of the street, and windows of the restaurant.  He maintained his scanning, and awaited further instructions from his new leadership.

"Hope up," he announced quietly", what's next?"

He leaned his elbows flat along the roof of the old sedan, and maintained his combat breathing, keeping his heart rate up a bit, but quiet enough that his breath wasn't blocking his hearing.

"Right.  I'm calling in backup; there may be more of them." She keyed her radio.  "Green One this is Green Six.  We need support with ambulance at Main and E. Georgia.  Injured civilian and suspect.  Possible other suspects in the area with military grade weapons, break.  Send one detachment down Gore to E. Georgia to cut off suspect's retreat.  Green Six out."
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The rapid shots rang out in the rainy night.

Flinching, the woman limped closer towards Taras, moving closer to the buildings like him.

Taras had almost reached the alley leading off E. Georgia, and coincidentally almost reached her.

Across the street Tyler and Kelsey had taken cover behind 2 different cars, covering the front of the building, as was Andy.

Clarke began the long exacting process of making radio contact with the different elements under her command.

The man was hanging half out the window now, starting to lost his balance. Blood was flowing freely down his arm and from his wounded hand. He muttered something, and hands came from inside the building to steady him and begin to pull him in.

The 2 mounties that had come with Taras maintained their positions for lack of other instructions, one behind the hood, the other behind the rear of the SUV.

Turn 3 Tactical Summary:

Taras trots 20m towards the alley and the woman, she limps 10m towards him.

Kelsey, Tyler and Andy use "Aim" actions to cover the front of the building. Any or all can shoot the man or the person inside the building helping him.

Clarke will need to take several turns on the radio to first establish contact, then relay information. This may take around 30 seconds total.

In reply to helbent4 (msg #30):

Clarke continued with the radio process.

OOC:  Could "contact" include yelling at the mounties to move the SUV down the alley do they won't get shot??
This message was last edited by the player at 18:17, Sun 11 Jan 2009.

In reply to helbent4 (msg #30):

Kelsey keeps covering, but she does take a moment to communicate quickly with the others.

"We need them to bring out the perp, he needs medical attention and is under arrest."

She doesn't look to Tyler, but speaks to him.

"Tyler, I got high, you take low."

She concentrates her covering on the upper windows, trusting Tyler to cover the lower ones.