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THE BLOODY BUCKET
The Keystone Division after WW3
Raven and Robbo Return


Parking Area #3 of RB Winter, home to the 3/103rd's vehicles, horses, and Wiz's shop.

[GM]
Raven and Robbo are checking around the areas that he had seen the shadowy forms. The first area is near the S the Quarters and the Maintenance Shed on the revised map. Raven stays at the controls, with the two rifleman watching from the back of the M1064. Robbo dismounts, and searches, along with the shotgunner. The R indicates the M1064.

Robbo and militiaman Creasy find 3 motionless forms, two of whom were militiamen, with the third being unknown. It would be safe to assume that the #3 person was one of the raiders. Both men observed that the engine access hatch to the M113 parked between the Maintenance Shed and the cluster of 3 quarters was propped open, and that the engine appeared to be partially dismantled.

As Robbo and Creasy made their way back to the track, and Raven prepared to pull closer to the second area where the other shadowy forms had been seen, (the second S near where the vehicles are parked to the EAST), a paraflare popped in the night sky. Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of an M2HB thunked away in the night, and several shots rang out from up the road.

The M1064 was under fire from two points -- the S between the HUMVEE (M2HB) and the HUMVEE (M60), and a also the X further NORTH , near the intersection of Parking Area #3 and the Campground access.

08 MAY 2003 / 2210 hours
M1064, heading N on Boyer Gap Road
Parking Area #3
PHOENIX Camp, formerly RB Winter State Park

The long burst from the M2 was impressive, but thankfully, not very effective. 2-3 rounds slammed into the left front of Raven's M1064, but apparently didn't penetrate. Robbo hit the dirt firing, but his companion hugged Mother Earth for dear life, and screamed in a shrill voice. Inside the M1064, one rifle-armed militiaman ducked down and hugged the floor of the M1064. The other stared at the paraflare, mesmerized...

[GM] Yes the first guy failed his morale check...

Rifle fire came from the north end of the Parking Area, a few rounds falling just short of Robbo's shotgun-armed companion. All 3/103rd men pass Observation/Recon checks, allowing them to spot the HUMVEE-mounted M2 spewing away at them, as well as a group of infantry set up in an improvised roadblock at the X further north.

Robbo goes on autopilot and returns fire on the HUMVEE. Good time to roll an outstanding success! From 60 meters away, he dumped 10 rounds into the top part of the HUMVEE. Most impacted the vehicle randomly, but one entered the gunner's chest, and another, his head. The .50 fell silent.

The rifle fire continued from the roadblock...

[ooc]
A paraflare won't spoil NVG equipped people's vision, right? It just makes things more visible, due to the light gathering, or am I wrong, here?

[Ed- OOC]
As far as whether or not a parachute flare will blind someone wearing NVG's, only if they were looking directly at it when it first ignited. There is a split second of lag time with NVG's when the light level changes, looking directly at a light source when there is a sudden change in brightness would cause a momentary flash that would cause the wearer to be blinded for a few seconds. Other than that, you're right, the added light would simply make the NVG's more effective. This is why in training we would hit the deck and look down when we heard flares being popped, so we could save our night vision.

08 MAY 2003 / 2210:10 hours, I=5

Raven could feel the palms of his hands sweating as he held onto the steering levers of the old M1064. Cpl. Robinson and two of the milita had dismounted to check the parking area, and had discovered bodies, both friendly and enemy. Worse, they had found that the M113 had been sabotaged. Damn it all to hell, he had hoped to use it in the counter-attack. Stryfe was good, too damned good. There were still the Humvee's, Raven just prayed that the saboteurs hadn't already reached them as well.

[GM]
Raven and Robbo check around the areas that Robbo had seen the shadowy forms. The first area is near the S the Quarters and the Maintenance Shed on the revised map. Raven stays at the controls, with the two rifleman watching from the back of the M1064. Robbo dismounts, and searches, along with the shotgunner. The R indicates the M1064.

Robbo and militiaman Creasy find 3 motionless forms, two of whom were militiamen, with the third being unknown. It would be safe to assume that the #3 person was one of the raiders. Both men observed that the engine access hatch to the M113 parked between the Maintenance Shed and the cluster of 3 quarters was propped open, and that the engine appeared to be partially dismantled.

Suddenly, a parachute flare popped, turning night into day. Raven instinctively looked away, being blinded now would be a death sentence. A split second later, the heavy thudding of a M2 machinegun could be heard, and rifle fire rang out from up the road. The heavy "Spang!" of the .50 caliber rounds impacting the M1064's steel hull jolted Raven into action. The steel plating on the APC was woefully thin, a single round could put them out of commision, not to mention what it could do to the passengers inside. He floored the accelerator, while shifting the steering levers to get them off the road. He aimed for the buildings to the left of the road, housing and latrines for the troops were lined up along there, and Raven hoped to use them for cover.

As the tracks of the APC dug into the ground, Raven could hear the young Australian Corporal, returning fire. The sound of M2 ended as quickly as it had begun. Damn good shooting, Raven thought. He straightened suddenly, that fire had been coming from HIS Humvee! He had almost been wasted by the weapon that he himself had just brought to the Camp. He failed to see any humor in the irony of the situation.

He continued to aim the M1064 for the gap between the two militia quarter's buildings. As he got behind them, he shifted the levers again, spewing dirt with the tracks. He was now paralleling the road to the west, heading for the left flank of roadblock. He stopped the M1064, and shouted into the night, "Robinson, get the Hummer!" He prayed that he could hear him, but it was a little iffy, trying to make himself heard over the engine's roar.

Raven jammed both levers forward, if nothing else, he could give the attackers something to shoot at, and maybe buy some time for Robinson. He turned to the militiaman in the rear compartment, "Get ready, we're going for the road block." He planned to make a right turn after he passed the Armory, hitting the attackers flank.

[GM]
The M1064 was under fire from two points -- the S between the HUMVEE (M2HB) and the HUMVEE (M60), and a also the X further NORTH , near the intersection of Parking Area #3 and the Campground access.

08 MAY 2003 / 2210 hours
M1064, heading N on Boyer Gap Road
Parking Area #3
PHOENIX Camp, formerly RB Winter State Park

[Robbo]
Robbo Turned around and yelled at the Militiaman. "Get your shotgun, and get running. We've got to use that .50 cal against the roadblock."

08 MAY 2003 / 2210:15 hours

[ooc]
Ed, I think when you said left flank of roadblock you meant the right flank of the roadblock which is on Raven's left. That would take you close by the militia quarters, and to the west of the road...

[Robbo]
Once the .50 went silent, Robbo tried to motivate the man nearest to him. Robbo Turned around and yelled at the Militiaman, "Get your shotgun and get running. We've got to use that .50 cal against the roadblock."

The man was frozen in place, and attempted to curl himself up tight so as not to present a target.

Again Robbo tried to get the man moving. "Mate, if you don't get up and run, you're as good as dead. Your choice"

With that Robbo jumped up and sprinted towards the nearby building (W), dispensing with weaving to get out of the killing ground as quickly as possible. Five or six rounds landed nearby, all a half meter short of Robbo. He neared the safety of Wiz's workshop -- only 10 or 12 meters now, when a burst of automatic fire ripped the night. Most of the rounds went wild. One round hit Robbo's kevlar around the left shoulder, and spun him fully 360 degrees. Taking stock of the facts that he was still breathing, staggering, although still on his feet, and still pointed in the right direction, he continued to the workshop with a final burst of speed, clearing the gap with 3 or 4 large strides. The round felt as if he was hit by a hammer, but thankfully the Kevlar stopped the round. More fire zipped into the gravel and dirt of the road.

Once in the cover of the Building, Robbo changed his half empty mag for a new 30 rounder, patted his shoulder thankfully, and checked to see if the Militiaman had followed him. The guy appeared to be laying in a heap in the middle of the road, his shotgun about a meter from his body...

[ooc]
Robbo is at Ro, which is about 40 meters from the 1st HUMVEE. The drawing might not be clear -- the first one has the M2HB, the 2nd an M60, the Blazer an M249. Hard to tell from the Workshop, but it looks as if there is not LOS from the 1st HUMVEE to the roadblock. The 2nd HUMMER and/or the Blazer will probably block it. Of course no telling, until you get there.

Wiz's workshop was not completed. There was a roof, and some plywood and old tarps for walls, and crates and crates of stuff, and more stuff strewn on tables, and more stuff... well, you get the idea. Not much in the way of cover, but then again, (LOS working both ways), Robbo didn't have much of a shot on the roadblock from here, so he's probably safe for the moment.

[GM]
Raven veered the M1064 in and around the militia quarters, and past the maintenance shed. He swung around due north and gunned the engine just as he passed the rear of the M113. The transition to soft sand combined with the turn caused a momentary loss of control, and Raven took out the NW corner of the westernmost quarters in the cluster of 3 buildings. Well, no time to stop and assess damage at the moment. After jimmying the controls back and forth the track was free and he was moving again. He could run parallel to the road at this point, and use the buildings for cover as he approached the roadblock. As he approached the roadblock, right after passing the alcohol stills, he made a right hand turn, bearing down on the flank of the roadblock. Presently, Raven was 50 meters from the flank of the roadblock.

08 MAY 2003 / 2210:45 hours.

From his new position, Raven observed the road block. It appeared to be constructed around the GMC dumptruck, parked perpendicular to the road, with odds and ends of concrete pipe (.5 m diameter - various lengths <2m -- how did whoever move that stuff?!?), picnic tables, a large dumpster, all crammed together. Overall dimensions were about 12m across, perhaps another 4 or 5m deep, and 2.5-3 meters high, depending on where it was you looked.

While the M1064 could probably crawl the pipe sections, and push the dumpster, if not crumple it altogether, the dumptruck was fairly imposing. If the words oh shit aren't forming on your lips, they should be. It's pretty damn good cover, and a pretty substantial obstacle...

08 MAY 2003 / 2210:45 hours.

[Robbo]
"Awwwww... shit. I hate this grunt shit, especially this leading crap."

With a deep (and painful) intake of breath, Robbo got up to a low crouch, and as quickly as he can, monkey ran towards the Hummer. As he moved forward, the ache in his chest made Robbo sure that he'd have one monster of a bruise before the dawn, should he live that long. Despite, or maybe because of it, Robbo kept a soft steady mutter as he moved quickly forward, mainly about finding a new job.

As he approached the Hummer, Robbo quieted down, and slowed, his SA-58 covering the Hummer as he scanned the area for movement.

If there is no sign of movement in Hummer & area, or if movement is there but non threatening (dying gunner for example), Robbo will get in via back door and shift remains of previous gunner, before very carefully looking out the cupola at the roadblock, checking for visibility and arcs of fire.

If movement sounds pretty alive, Robbo will use even more extreme caution to do much the same, opening up if needs be.

[ooc] discussion of overrun attack…

[Ed]
Quick question, can I get around it with the M113 and attack from the sides or rear? If so, then Raven will attempt to do just that, more than likely running them over with the tracks if feasible. That pesky lack of a mounted main weapon again.

[GM]
That seems reasonable. A flank attack would be easy, more or less just continuing right up the path. The green area on the map indicates forest, so while they might see you coming, you'll also have partial cover up to 20m from the position, if you want to get that close.

A note on the construction of the roadblock -- going west to east, it is dumpster, pipes, picnic tables, GMC dump truck. The distance between dumpster and bridge posts/rails < 1 meter. So going over the dumpster (one of the longer ones like at construction sites, not the typical cube types like at our old apt.) is possible, but from this direction will probably push it into the bridge posts, if not into Halfway Run. But maybe that's OK...

From behind might also be do-able. Halfway Run is in a culvert, perhaps 2-3m lower elevation than the road. The water is never very deep here (roll up your pant legs). The bridge itself is a 2 meter concrete pipe laid into the earth. The bridge was 4"x4" side posts and 2"x 6" rails. Read flimsy. Easy to go up the side of the bank (40 degree slope) of the creek and over.

If Robbo can put some fire onto the roadblock from his position, Raven feels better about backtracking W, then coming up Halfway Run. Cover from this way is probably at least as good as thru the woods a la Idea #1. The roadblock gunners would then have to divide their attention. Right, no main weapon on the M1064 was an intentional problem, solvable in the long run. So far no sign of MGs or HW from the roadblock.

[Ed]
The idea of Raven cutting west, and then up Halfway Run is a good one, but Raven is starting to get a little frantic at this point. He was away from his unit when they got hit, and he is feeling very guilty at the moment. It's making him reckless, taking chances he wouldn't otherwise take.

So it's "Ramming speed"! Plus, he does want to leave Robbo's ass hanging out. We've already lost one of the militiamen on this operation already. What you have written above sounds like the plan I'm going to run with.

[ooc]
refer to the map at the bottom of the link:
https://members.tripod.com/~bloodybucketpbem/maps3.html

As a recap, Raven is driving the M1064. He has 2 militia riflemen in the compartment. The vehicle is currently WEST of the STABLES / ALCOHOL STILL.

Robbo is at the NW corner of Wiz's new Workshop. He has just silenced the .50 HMG at the HUMVEE. The shotgun-armed militiaman is sprawled in the road, presumably KIA.

The ROADBLOCK (a conglomeration of .5 meter concrete pipes, picnic tables, a dumpster, and the GMC PENNDOT dumptruck) is set up perpendicular to the road, more or less in a straight line from the beach trail in the WEST to the Camping Area Road in the EAST.

08 MAY 2003 / 2210:45 hours

[Raven]
MAJ Raven idled the M1064 in anticipation of his next move. He had heard Robbo firing, and that the .50 had stopped. He interpreted that as a good sign. Raven listened a moment to some sporadic firing some distance away to the WEST. So there were multiple attackers in the compound, it was safe to say.

Raven was starting to get a little frantic at this point. He was away from his unit when they got hit, and he was feeling very guilty at the moment. It made him reckless, taking chances he wouldn't otherwise take. He focused on the creek bed behind the roadblock. Decent cover. Take him right up behind the roadblock. Ah, that'd take too long. Raven really didn't have time to come up with a plan. He remembered something his old First SGT had said, something to the effect of a good plan done in time is better than a superior plan done too late.

Straight in on the flank. That's where he was going. Now, dammit Robbo. Put some fire on those bastards...

[Robbo]
With a deep (and painful) intake of breath, Robbo got up to a low crouch, and monkey ran as quickly as he could towards the Hummer. The ache in his chest made Robbo sure that he'd have one monster of a bruise before the dawn, should he live that long. Despite, or maybe because of it, Robbo kept a soft steady mutter as he moved quickly forward, mainly about finding a new job. As he approached the Hummer, Robbo quieted down, and slowed, his SA-58 covering the Hummer as he scanned the area for movement.

[GM]
Robbo reached the first HUMVEE unscathed. He stopped, looked, and listened and for a moment, and could only hear the pounding inside of his chest. It was his heart, alright. He had made it, and was still among the living. Suddenly, the wind whipped up, sending drizzle sideways from every direction at once. The vinyl tarps on Wiz's shed 40 m SOUTH of Robbo flapped and snapped in the wind, scaring the Hell out of Robbo. Robbo whipped around in a low crouch, ready to spray the corner of the building where he was only a few seconds ago. He held off of the trigger as a grim smile tensed on his lips.

The real scare came when automatic fire came from less than 10 meters north of Robbo. The shooters lit up the corner of the building where Robbo had just been standing. Robbo felt obliged to return the favor, and his accuracy was spot-on. Two quick bursts up over the hood of his HUMMER cut the other shooters down.

He checked out the HUMVEE further, as he heard Raven gun the engines of the track at least 100m to the NORTH. The gunner at the .50 was in fact expired. Robbo checked one further time on the shooters behind the next HUMVEE. They were sprawled over the hood and bumper of that vehicle. Robbo entered the first HUMVEE, bear-hugged the gunner's legs and pulled him down, out of the way.

08 MAY 2003 / 2211:25 hours

[Robbo]
Robbo worked the bolt on the .50, swung the weapon towards the roadblock, and sighted along the heavy, long barrel. The westernmost half of the roadblock was fair game -- clear LOS. The Blazer and the pickup nearby blocked much of anything EAST of the roadblock.

[Raven]
Raven gunned the engine a final time, yelled to the militia to hang on, and charged the track at the western end of the roadblock. With a little luck, anyone seeing the multi-ton metal monster crawling nearer would have enough brains to run...

Robbo aimed and put a series of short controlled bursts from the .50 into the roadblock and those manning it. He heard plenty of ricochets, and a lot of yelling. At this range, it was hard to see any effects for the moment, other than a few men running to the east, away from the roadblock down the road to the camping area. Robbo held his fire when he saw the M1064 tossing up gravel along it's course to the roadblock.

Raiders had manned some of the 3/103 vehicles, and disabled what they couldn't take....

Raven wasn't sure if he was taking his anger out on the raiders, on those militiamen in the back of the track, or on himself. He heard the satisfying of Robbo on the .50, scattering the defenders at the roadblock. He cut the vehicle slightly north, then east, then north again, passing mere inches away from the north side of the GMC dump truck. Finally he yelled "brace for impact", feeling not too unlike John Wayne as the sub commander in Operation Pacific, as he desperately rammed his vehicle into the target.

Picnic tables were smashed to kindling, concrete pipes were pulverized and rendered into gravel. The M1064 smashed headlong into the dumpster, crumpling it like a shotgun blast would do to a beer can. Raven again turned the track, about to head down the campground road in pursuit of a few raiders, when he held up short. More MG fire from Robbo. That Aussie was sure to be wearing a third stripe as soon as Raven could arrange it. Provided they survived whatever else came their way this evening.

The raiders who had retreated from the roadblock headed EAST. Robbo swung the .50 around, pointing it past the Blazer and the pickup truck, covering an arc just east of the blind spot the two trucks made. Raven slammed the track right into the mess. Damned risky, but hey, it was his pay the Army would dock, not Robbo's. Holy @#%! He was still pushing part of that dumpster with the thing!

A few seconds later their forms became visible on the Campground Road, and Robbo opened up on them just as they came into his sights.

08 MAY 2003 / 2211:40 hours

[Robbo]
"Right, party time!" The .50 cal rounds whacked through the mass of men, toppling, shearing, and chewing them.

[GM]
All of them went down.

[Robbo]
"Who said revenge is a dish best eaten cold and with your hands! A ma deuce does a perfectly good job I say!"

08 MAY 2003 / 2211:45 hours

[Robbo]
Robbo knew that sitting pretty in the hummer would only see him in the same state as the previous gunner, so finding a new location was a priority. But he knew that leaving the .50 going was even more dangerous. Quickly, Robbo unloaded the .50, and removed the spade grip/trigger plate. Without that, the big MG was just a lump of scrap metal, and not able to be turned against them again.

Carrying the Spade grip, Robbo quickly exited the hummer, and headed back past the workshop, intent on checking the unfortunate militiaman who had followed Robbo across the road. As he passes the Workshop, Robbo drops the .50 spade grip at the NW corner without stopping, and continues onto the limp body of the militiaman.

With practiced motions, Robbo dragged the militiaman off the road and into concealment behind the shed, and checked him over quickly.

[GM]
The guy could be mistaken for just being asleep. Only two holes in him, but oddly not much blood. Pump action shotgun, 8 rounds. 25 rounds in a hunter’s-type pouch at his side. Hunting knife and sheath. Half a pack of crushed Marlboros and a home made lighter. Cheap plastic flashlight (works, tho). Half a Hershey bar, a little bloody…

[Raven]
Raven stood up in the drivers compartment of the M113, sticking his head and shoulders out of the hatch for a better view. It was something you were never supposed to do in combat, but he wanted to get a better view of the area. Besides, thanks to Cpl. Robinson's actions, the area had been cleared of the enemy. But he wanted to make sure.

As he scanned the area, he looked at the bodies of the enemy militia that were strewn about. He felt sick to his stomach. To think that this had happened on his first day of his command. After the resounding success of the raid at Freeland, he had started to get a little cocky. Damn it, he thought to myself, I should have known better. You'd think that an old war horse like me wouldn't let a little success go to my head, because that's when Fate lowers the boom on you.

He had no time for this kind of self-recrimination now. There were still plenty of bad guys out there, and his Camp to defend. And somewhere, out beyond the hills, still loomed Colonel Nathan Stryfe. That he was behind this attack Raven had no doubt. There would be plenty of time later to beat himself up -- when the dead had been counted.

Raven turned to the militiamen in the back of the APC, "Hold on, we've got to pick up Robinson. There's still a lot of work to be done before this night's over." He sat back down in the driver's seat, cursing as he ground the gears of the battered old metal beast. He slowly managed to turn the M113 around through the debris of the roadblock, heading back to Robinson's position.

[Robbo]
After Robbo checked the militiaman over, he heard the mortar carrier headed back his way. Shaking his head, Robbo closes the eyes of the poor man that had followed him over the road, then turned back to the road, moving back to next to the shed.

Seeing the Carrier pull up short, Robbo jogged back over to the Hummer…

[Raven]
Raven pulled back through the remains of the roadblock, the APC clanking down the road. He stopped the M113 next to his Humvee, glancing over at the now disassembled M2 .50 cal. He nodded to Robinson, "Good idea Corporal, denying weapons to the enemy. Unfortunately, now I'd like you to put it back together. We'll mount it on our newly acquired addition to the motor pool here," he said, patting the metal skin of the APC he was driving, "and hopefully we can sweep the Camp clear of the enemy. I'll give you a hand."

Raven slowly backed out of the driver’s compartment, and made his way to the rear door of the M113. "Keep your eyes peeled while the Corporal and I are working," he said to the 2 remaining militiamen.

[Robbo]
Robbo nodded, and moved back & grabbed the .50 cal grip from the side of the shed, and jogging back to the Hummer. With practiced movements he reattached the grips and made sure it was functional. Then he started to detach the Ma Deuce. As he did so, he called out to the Militia inside the carrier.

"You lot, get over here and give us a hand with this stuff!"

[Militiaman]
“Aye, aye Corporal!”

The first to move over is directed to grab all the .50 ammo from the Hummer and carry it back to the carrier,

[Rboos]
"Stick it as close to the commander’s cupola as you can. Sir, when I get this off its mount, you hold it in place until I can help carry it over..."

Once the .50 is down off the Hummer, Robbo grabbed the front carry handle, and Major Raven grabbed the rear grip, and the pair quickly moved over to the Carrier and up the rear ramp.

[Robbo]
"Right sir, we lift the baby up onto the top of the hull, then I'll jump up and mount the .50."

Robbo then turned to the Militiaman that carried the ammo over.

"While we're doing that, get the link sorted out and up on the top deck, and give me a count of how much we've got."

With that Robbo got the .50 mounted as quickly as possible, while Major Raven got back into the driver’s seat.

08 MAY 2003 / 2214:00 hours

Robbo and Raven had hefted the Browning Heavy Machine Gun up to the ring on the M1064, and soon had it mounted in place. The partially used belt was exchanged for a fresh one. The militiamen accompanying them stood watch, and heard little other than some firing over in the vicinity of the Aid Station. As if to confirm this, a few flashes of light could be seen through the brush in that general direction.

Amidst more firing, three explosions happened within about 10 seconds. All were quite close to the Aid Station. This was followed by more firing from north of the Aid Station.

In contrast, and at least for the moment, all seemed calm enough in the immediate vicinity of Raven, Robbo, and the M1064.

[Militiaman]
”Corp – I switched off the partially empty box for the full one. Ammo for the M2HB is that fresh box of 105 rounds, plus 80 more in the used belt. Not much for reserve, but it’s sumpthin’.

08 MAY 2003 / 2214:00 hours

[Raven]
Raven wiped the sweat from his brow as he and Cpl. Robinson finished securing the Ma Deuce to the hull of the M113. He could hear small arms fire coming from the Aid Station, giving him a sudden flashback to Vietnam.

Their position had been overrun by NVA regulars, the defense collapsing into desperate firefights inside the perimeter, with almost every man fighting on his own. A squad of the NVA managed to break through to Medic's bunker, before they were finally thrown back with the help of gunships and artillery. He had been just a young private then, green as hell, and the sight of the bodies of the wounded riddled with AK-47 bullets was shattering. It had been years before he had been able to think about that night sober.

He'd be damned if he was going to let that happen again. He finished loading the fresh belt of ammo, and looked over to Robinson, "We've got to get moving, Corporal, we still have a lot of friendlies pinned down out there."

[Robbo]
Robbo nodded, and mentally prepared himself for the coming combat. As a Light Infantryman, this wasn't his usual method of combat, riding inside a big noisy target, but at least he had the big .50 there to take out the really dangerous targets.

"Bugger this for a game of Soldiers, I didn't sign up to drive around in a Bucket like this! Second class ride better than a first class walk, my arse!"

Almost as if to punctuate the sentence, more explosions sounded in quick succession in the general area of the Aid Station. Raven's head snapped up, it sounded like grenades, or possibly mortar fire. That tore it.

He jumped down the troop hatch, and made his way to the driver’s compartment. He slapped the master power switch, and fired up the metal beast. "Get in people, we're moving out NOW! Robinson, man the .50!" He waited until the militia were on board, and then slammed the steering levers forward, aiming for the Aid Station. Silently, he whispered a prayer. Hold on everyone, he thought, the cavalry was on the way.

[Robbo]
Robbo braced himself in the cupola, and readied the big Browning MG. As the Carrier lurched ahead, he yelled at the two Militiamen to scan the flanks for the enemy.

[Raven]
"Keep as good an eye out as you can. But watch out for any of our guys falling back from their positions, this place is a madhouse right now"

[Robbo]
After he turned back to scan the front, Robbo dragged out his NVG set, and tried to scan the darkness ahead for something, friendly or enemy.


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