Once Andrew's confirmed the M2 would fit on the captured Humvee he set about getting it mounted. Once in the cradle he undertook a function check and tried to astatine if the bullet hit had effected the operation of the heavy machine gun.

He then set the second ammunition box in place and checked the ring mount still functioned as it should. Once he was satisfied the Humvee and new weapon was ready for operation he took over watching the prisoners.

If he got a chance he would take Tremblay and check out the second abandoned vehicle that was park further back from the Humvee on the same street.

Tyler was really limping now and collapsed in the long grass by the impromptu aid station.

"Jesus, yeah, fuck. It's killing me, not literally."

He let Hawke examine the wound and dress it. It wasn't a serious wound. He was so lucky the bullet merely sliced along his upper epidermal layer, splitting it open, but not penetrating more than a cm into his thigh muscle. Tyler had serious scarring on his legs. "I don't think I'll need morphine. Stings, is all. They had me hooked on that shit in the VA hospital in Seattle. Got hit by an IED in Iran, first year of the war. Spent the next year in rehab, waiting to get nuked. Decided to light outta there, just in time. Joined my dad on his boat, and here I am."

In reply to Thomas Matthew Andrews (msg # 32):

The M2HB seemed to be quite functional, although the charging handle was damaged and half shot off and the action was sticking a little.

Droz trotted over to the shot-up remains of Belanger's Land Rover. She pulled out the 2 LAW rockets that were in the cargo area. Never know when you might need them!
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"I think Droz, Koldan and maybe Mac and Andy got the prisoners under control. We sure got a lot of 'em!"


After making sure the prisoners were being adequately guarded by Koldan and Pvt. Droz, Tremblay and Andrews headed west down 56 Ave to examine the other vehicle. It was a late 80's model Volvo station wagon. They keys were in the ignition.

Andrews can make a Vision Check to pick up additional details.

Wayne climbed up on the tank's front glacis and peered into the driver's hatch.

"Looks like Andrews and Tremblay are taking off to check something out.

"You know, Darek used to drive one of these. I think he'd be a great help, if Taras will let him go. Engineering's my thing, the actual physics of getting the Humvee out are no problem, but it would help to have a qualified driver to handle the machinery, know what I mean?"

In reply to Tyler Gabriel Hope (msg # 33):

Wounded, but of newly regained consciousness, Conklin gave a weak wave to Tremblay.

"Don't... take on a tank...  by yourself. Do not recommend it, no sir. Damn, still can't hear too well. Hope my hearing recovers."

"Yeah, looks more like a LAC not a puncture.  I could suture it here, but if we do it in a hospital, I'll be happier.  Besides, they may have a stapler, which, while not pretty, holds ok, and there is a plastic surgeon at Royal Columbian and probably one at University Pavillions.  Pretty's not the issue, reducing scar tissue is the thing.  More scar tissue means that not-stretchy is pulling on not-stretchy, and that will cause small problems in the long run."

Hawke covered the laceration with a dressing and pulled it tight, reducing the ooze of blood.

"This bleeds through, let me know.  If you're coming to the elephant with us, then I'll suture you there.  I think we can get clean there.  Probably do you first, in case the surgery on the elephant doesn't go well, and I get stomped to death."
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Following SOP for a trapped car Andrew's opens the door using it as a barrier. Once they had cleared the car of any threats he radios through explaining they had another ride if it was needed.

Then with Tremblay's help he give the car a thorough search.

Thomas Matthew Andrews rolled 12 using 2d20, keeping the lowest dice only with rolls of 12,20.

"Good call.  Hey Darek!  Can Taras spare you for a little tank driving lesson?"

She starts a visual inspection, and makes sure they have the recovery gear they will need.  As well as the fuel level.  Most mechanics know the basics of driving pretty much everything, but she was only a part timer in that field.

Attention all call signs! We are going to regroup by the market at the cross road. We will wait for the reinforcements to evacuate wounded and prisoners. For now we'll make a convoy with all the vehicles we have. Every vehicle gets a driver and a commander and any extra member of the team will be an escort.Report to me when ready!   
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Abbot stays behind to help watch over the prisoners.  He organizes them into line formation, prone on the ground 2 meters apart and head to toe to help prevent them from talking to each other.  He stations himself nearest to friendly forces and over watches the prisoners so that if he has to fire on one of them, rounds will impact down the road away from the store.

Wayne climbed back into the Cougar. He slid into the driver's seat.

"Ok, boss. Ready to go!

In reply to Thomas Matthew Andrews (msg # 39):

The car was abandoned, but had several plastic jugs cans of alcohol fuel in the rear cargo area. Probably 100L in 4x 20L plastic fuel jerrycans.

In reply to helbent4 (msg # 44):

Tremblay started loading fuel cans in the back of the captured Humvee.

"Sweet! Looks great. All right, let's head back. If we don't have time to recover my Humvee, we can at least pull the M240 off the pintle mount on top, and the rest of my food and gear."

In reply to Keith Michael Tremblay (msg # 45):

"Right you are. Should be able to get the Humvee out either with another vehicle or a pulley system."

He grabbed a couple of the fuel cans and helped load them into the back.

Darek, we have a grim job to do. There are plenty of dead people around too. We need to move the bodies for identification and proper burial. We spent plenty of ammo so I guess we can arrange the back of the Cougar for that..

Being said that, the Staff Sargent went to re arrraange the cargo space. Most of the remaining shells were moved to the turret or just being neatly piled up. There was more room after the huge directional mine was left emplaced somewhere north of the street. Not much for the ride but dead bodies were not comfort creatures anymore.

The Ukrainian felt a pang of guilt. Driving down to the current location he had witnessed the carnage resulting from the use of canister ammunition. The RPG team was also found dead and the second shot on the T-54 surely sent somebody to the Gates of Saint Peter. A bloody dead count.

Oh well, lets get on with it...

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg # 47):

The team assembled at the SE corner of 56 Ave and 248 St. There were some more pops from down south, as rounds cooked off in the burning vehicles, but only the odd explosion.

There were several bodies lying around. Weapons and ammunition were policed up, but the corpses were left where they fell.

It had only been a half-hour since the start of the fight, maybe 15-20 minutes ago people had been trying to keel each other. The sun was quite low on the western horizon, almost dipping below the trees already.

After piling up the bodies with the help of the team Taras will recover the directional mine and order to radio again the relief column for SITREP.

Thomas stood near the prisoners cradling his rifle in his arms. He was happy to do this duty until someone else decided they needed him somewhere else.

He watched the light flickering through the top of the trees as the last of the sun started to dip below the horizon.

It's getting late, boys. If those guys are a no show we'll be leaving on our own soon. Just be ready for it.

After Taras collected the MON-50 mine, Darek and Wayne assisted with the retrieval of the bodies and their placing in body bags. It seemed that was one item the authorities definitely saw fit to stockpile in mass quantities at UBC before the war. All told there were some seventeen enemy dead, including three of the tank crew (the driver, loader and commander). A few too many to all fit inside the Cougar, and they only had 10 body bags to start with.

The sun dipped below the treeline, although there was still almost an hour's worth of sunlight left. Kel continued trying on the radio. It seemed no one was on the net, all the operating channels were being jammed. An ominous development.

"Boss, want me to grab the M240G off my poor ol' Humvee? Got a tripod for it and everything."

Tremblay looked relieved to not be humping around the Carl Gustav ammunition.

Kelsey secured the M21 and both it's scopes, spends some time with the radios including the master set on the cougar with the full antenna up.

She will approach Taras privately.

"Taras, I can't get any comms at all.  The jamming is worse than ever.  And those mercs still look like the cat that ate the canary.  I feel like we are sitting in a trap waiting on it to close."

She eyes those men.

"Those bastards are allied with the Angels, I have no issue with being rough with them."

Kel's hatred of men that would treat women as lesser creatures is not hidden, and a few might even know where it comes from.

Taras listened carefully to the words of the team members.

Very well. Listen up, everybody! We are going to get out of here. We need to form a convoy. We are taking the prisoners and wounded with us. We'll need that 2-40 for the humvee.

In reply to Taras Vladimirovich Shevchenko (msg # 55):

Kelsey nods, relieved.

"I'm ready.  Pick it up on the way out?"