- AAWW, NOW I'LL NEED PROSTETICS BY YOUR FAULT!
Shoot all the remaining mag in the direction where shot came from holding SMG in my right hand.
[6 vs 2] The remaining man seems to be aware of the fact that this battle is quickly going south for him and his buddies, and the realization seems to make him a bit weak in the knees - when you raise your gun to fire, he's just standing there, frozen with fear. [2+1-1] Unfortunately, firing an SMG one-handed turns out to be a really uncomfortable business, and the spray of shots goes wide. [2-1] You don't even get shot at in return. The one still standing is crapping his pants, and the one Williams shot in the leg is too busy compiling a list of synonyms to "female dog".
Run for cover in the ship again and scan the area to spot any enemies still standing. If any seem to be looking my way shoot them if not then just wait and watch.
You sprint for cover with all your speed, but when you're almost there, an a large-caliber bullet hits you in the right leg, almost tearing it off at the knee. You topple forward screaming. You're in the cover of the ship's side again. From here you can see one enemy still standing, one rolling around in the snow, clutching his leg and swearing, and up on one of the tall rock formations between which the jethover passed, you catch the glint of a sniper rifle's optic lens. That's probably the bastard who shot you just now.
Fuck me.
Apply basic first aid!
You assess the wound: either the bullet's stuck in the rib, then that's okay, or it has punctured your lung, in which case you're probably fucked. You remember the case of combat stim in your pocket: it's a powerful coagulant, in addition to its other effects. You take one small syringe out of the case and inject it into your vein. Then you lie back.
Gradually, the pain fades away, and the heightened perception comes rolling in in waves. McGaw is running towards you. Will is down. One enemy footman still standing. There's a sniper in the rocks above - the fact is made clear to you by the sound of the shot and the trajectory of Will's fall. Three hundred meters to the rocks. So that's where the fourth guy went. Can't cross under fire. Need a plan.
((Sorry if taking hard drugs isn't your idea of basic first aid. I've always found that it helps. It's the only remotely medical thing you have on your person anyway.))
McGaw: She hurries to Sean's side. After a few moments, she breathes out in relief. The bullet was an AP, but it was still mostly stopped by Sean's flak jacket, so now it's stuck in his rib. It's going to hurt... Wait, no, actually, not yet, judging by his dilated pupils and the sharp smell of juniper on his breath. Combat stim.
She gets a can of liquid bandage out of her kit and [5] seals the hole expertly, which doesn't matter anyway, because it has already stopped bleeding. She helps him up.
Williams: Dragging Will further into cover, she swears under her breath, then shouts,
"Guys! Sniper, up there on the rocks!"((So, to recap. There's a baddie standing, a baddie lying down, and a baddie with a sniper rifle on a rock about three hundred meters away (-3 for those of you without sniper rifles).))
"'kay then. Let's go find these lost lumberjacks."
Follow the tracks that the lost people left behind.
FINALLY. Only took him... how long exactly? About a tenth of a tank, right? christ, I gotta get back in a suit...
Once done thinking the above, travel onwards!
You follow the tracks. For a time, they go straight, then they start veering here and there in a drunken manner. You come on a place where whoever left the tracks apparently walked in a circle for quite a long time, stumbling side to side. A few hundred steps onward, there's a bright pink splotch of blood on the snow, and the tracks turn into a mess: it looks like one chased the other.
Suddenly you come into a clearing. A man's corpse is slumped against a tree, blue with cold. His face is frozen in a grimace of terror, and his skull appears to have been caved in with a brutal blow from a blunt object. The other set of tracks continues on, stumbling this way and that. You inspect them closer and shiver: bare feet. There's a single boot hanging in a tree.
((Sorry about the wait - exams. You know how it is.))
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