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[milo christiansen]

"Great. No sooner do we find someone else, but the shit hits the fan. If you two want to poke your heads out I'll cover you and make sure you get any medical care you need." Turns to Ed "Do you have any injuries? If so I'll patch you up now."

Be ready to support my team mates however I can, but there is no way I'm going outside alone.

Spoiler: Smith, lean mean healing machine. (click to show/hide)

Name:
Description:
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1
Stats: Speed(3), Will(1), Dexterity(1)
Skills: Medical Training(3), First Aid(2), Submachine Gun(2), Pistol(1), Mechanic(1), Car(1)

Inventory:
Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Medic’s Bag (restores up to -3 on life dice)
M1911 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines

20 GLORY

Smith came to the 888th because he wanted more carnage to fix. Normal units are simply too boring. Smith won't tell anyone if "Smith" is his first or last name, and his officers don't care enough to look it up in his records. As far as appearance goes Smith is remarkably ordinary. So ordinary that in any group he practically disappears.

[Egan_BW]

((Three ones in a row. Three. My stats and skills don't even matter if I keep rolling automatic failures.))

"It occurs to me that I'm going about this wrong."

Stab the guy. With my knife. Then GTFO to the FUCKING HANGER DAMMIT.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Alice Gwerhierhwaer
Description: Short blue dyed hair, shiny orange eyes. Tallish, and not thin. Hairy.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1

Stats:
Dexterity 2
Will 1
Knowledge 1
Senses 1

Skills:
Plane 3
Operator 2
Mechanic 2
Melee 1
Pistol 1
First Aid 1

GLORY: 20

Inventory:
Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Mechanic’s tools
Flare Gun (For signalling planes for rescue. 1 shot, risk 2)
Knife (Risk 2)

Uprooted Hedge
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines
Girly mag

[Ozarck]

Joe! Smith! Oh thank God. What? No, I'm uninjured. I ..uh, I had a fight. I killed him. Made a hell of a noise and knocked over that shelf.
Ed gives a mad little giggle.
I guess I'm lucky I didn't set anything off. Hell, I got this
he holds up his satchel charge
Set with a rather short timer. I ... I don't think I would have gotten far enough away in time.
Ed looks toward the noise up north.
I guess the shit's hit the fan now. I was gonna rig up the fuel station to blow, but I think this place is much better. come on! I'm gonna set it for five ... no, ten minutes, then run south into the woods. ... I never did get any intel, though.

While talking with his teammates, Ed sets the timer on his first satchel charge to ten minutes, but again, does not arm it yet.

If his teammates agree to his plan, he'll arm it, drop it under the shelf, and haul ass - through the door, down the west side of the armory building, and straight into the woods. If he hits the river, he'll follow that south until the exploding happens, then he'll head east into the hills. If he sees the truck and recognizes his teammates, he'll flag them down and hitch a ride - otherwise ... bat outta hell, man. Bat outta hell.

Spoiler: Edward Bohring (click to show/hide)

Description: average height, average build, brown hair, brown eyes, plain face.
0   Physical (courtesy of a metal shelf) restored by ration.
0   Mental
+1 Life (helmet)

Stats:
2 Dexterity
2 Will
1 Senses
Skills:
3 mechanic
2 tank
2 trap
1 camouflage
1 operator
1 demolitions
Inventory:

Universal Equipment:
Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice) eaten

Engineer’s Equipment
Mechanic’s tools
Trap making Kit
2 Satchel Charges (Risk 7)
Knife (Risk 2)

((Those smocked fellas are prime targets. grab one! or all of them.))

[Egan_BW]

((It would be hilarious if they were here to destroy the base. eliminating evidence!))

[milo christiansen]

"Man, I don't know about that. We are here to fid intel, and what about the others? You plan to blow them up too?"

[syvarris]

Simon perks up when he hears the distant sound of gunfire, barely audible over the engine.  He taps his chin with one hand while scowling.  "Well, sounds like our team finally figured out a distraction for themselves.  Good cover for the two we saw on this side, long as they don't start popping too.  Ah, who am I kidding, that's just a matter of time.  Let's hurry."

Drive the long way.  Once we're directly South of the building we saw Joe and Smith near earlier (the one they're in right now), park, dismount, and start sneaking North.

Spoiler: Simon Smith, Sniper (click to show/hide)

Name: Simon Smith
Description: A short and somewhat stocky man with a thick beard.  His looks are deceptive, as he's actually quite agile.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +1
Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity:+2
Sense:+2
Skills:
Sniper Rifle:+3
Camouflage:+3
Melee:+2
First Aid:+1
Traps:+1
Demolitions:+1
Class Inventory:

• Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
• First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
• Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
• Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
• Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
• 2 springfield "magazines"
• Binoculars
• Spare Scope (Mounted on Gewehr)

Looted Inventory:

• MG 15 [37/75]
• Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3)
• Two Gewehr Magazines
• Mauser C96 [10/10]

GLORY: 20!

[Ozarck]

"Man, I don't know about that. We are here to fid intel, and what about the others? You plan to blow them up too?"

"How much of the base do you think this thing will take out? You think the others will come through here, too?"

[milo christiansen]

"Well, there is no way to know the answer to either question. Just hold off until just before we leave, once we know everyone is on the way out you can find something worth sticking that to."

((Dude, are you crazy? This is a very bad time and place to randomly blow shit up!))

[syvarris]

Spoiler: Ahh, the wonderful OOC counterargument to an IC statement (click to show/hide)

No, it's actually an excellent time and place to randomly blow shit up, at least IC.  Time wise, the main team just blew their cover and started attracting attention, so now is the ideal time to make an even more massive distraction that'll give them time to escape or finish their objectives.  Place wise, the building is full of explosives (better distraction) and important supplies for the airbase (just good to destroy).

But an IC argument has little meaning in OOC, so I'll point out why it's a good idea here too.  Setting a delayed charge (as opposed to the short fuse which would make more sense IC) will provide a useful distraction later in the mission, which we will really appreciate if we're still around by then.  It isn't very dangerous, as we have no reason for anyone to stick around in the area for much longer, and the chances of the nazis not being fully aware of us in an hour are essentially nil anyway.  Finally, blowing all that stuff up will be beneficial to our objectives (disabling the nazi base).

I don't see much of any reason for him to not set a charge.  Hell, there isn't even the downside of leaving Ed without a satchel charge, because he has a spare.  The chances of him running into one thing he really needs a charge for are low, let alone two.

[Ozarck]

"The shooting has started. We're gonna be leaving really soon, or we're gonna be caught and overwhelmed.
...
And as for finding something worthwhile to stick this too: well ..." Edward gestures, palm up, with a sweeping motion of his arm in a complete circle, indicating all the very big and scary explosives stacked in here, hopefully getting his teammates to realize what he has already realized - that a satchel charge literally anywhere in this room will cause quite a show.

Spoiler: in addendum (click to show/hide)

the chance of us being unnoticed in an hour is very close to nil, what with the fuel station set to explode in 40. And, my IC rationale for actually setting the charge instead of just priming it are pretty much as syvarris described: the main team has blown their cover, they need a distraction, and we need to destroy shit. Ed has two weapons: the satchel charges, and a knife. He has little chance of gaining intel, rescuing children, or silencing the noise generated by the team.

counterfactors are a) the sheer potential size of the explosion, and b) the temptation to put another charge in the other munitions building.

... I might edit my action to include that attempt, heh heh. But, we're on bullet time now, so I think I have a turn or two before I need to act decisively.

[Strider03]

Bob (Robert M.), after looking around his current location for anyone who might spot him, rushes over to the AA turrets to help take down the two gunners. Pick whichever one seems to need more work, and join Joe or Alice in taking that one down. If both have been taken out, get into the AA battery, and try to figure out how it works, and whether it can be aimed at low angles (to maybe shoot things on the ground.)
((I'm not sure which Bob was the one who saw the five officer's come out, but I'm guessing it was the other one, just based on their position? In fact, I don't think there was anything at all this turn for my Bob. . .))

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Robert McKinley
Description: McKinley was about ten years old when WWI ended, and his brother returned with innumerable stories of gore and glory. Robert desired to fight for his country in the same way. There was, however, no immediate war in which he could partake. He considered himself to be one of the few to hate the Roaring Twenties. They were a time when the people wallowed in extravagance and purposely forgot the horrors, but also the sacrifices and heroism of the great war. And then came the depression. He found himself liking the depression, though of course, he didn't admit that. Mainly because it seemed like fitting retribution for the excess of the previous years. it might have also had to do with the fact that he managed to retain his job and keep up a standard of living. In any case, 1939 was a year almost of rejoicing, and after he had settled his affairs, he signed up for the battle which he had lusted for.
He's a tall, blondish man who fancies himself to have a certain rakish look. His eyes are deep set under a heavy brow, but full of disturbing light. Call him Bob.
Physical: 0
Mental:0
Life: +1

Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Senses: +2

Skills:
Hand to Hand: +1
Exotic Melee: +1
Machinegun +3
Pistol: +1
Car: +2
Camouflage:+1
Language: +2 (Fluent in french, small amount of Italian)

Inventory:
Helmet
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
2 Rations (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
MP-34
1x 34 round ammo box
Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
5 BAR magazines
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
2 pistol magazines
1 first aid kit
1 trench knife
1 radio (Broken)
3 german medals
1 strange medallion.

[Tiruin]

((Guys ._. Why. The fuel explosion would've been the cover breaker but now the problem is to GUARD THE EXITS from stuff. I mean that may be a good thing because we should take officers for interrogation but...))

"Conundrum then, thanks Command.

"New orders everyone. We've to find the local officers posts and grab them alongside. When we get a vehicle, then we can load these shells in them. Move out! Weapons free!

"We will be back for you all." Joan said, putting back the shell cap and ensuring the shells were more secure for retrieval later on.

The sound of gunfire blew everything down, especially at night where everyone around could hear it coming. She could only wish any AntiAircraft fire would help.

Set orders to quietly down the nearest gunners/AA crew; personally go and use those guns against any approaching Nazis.
> Joan would try to secure one of the AA guns and defend the southern passage (If I can't use those AA guns for whatever reason, do provide covering fire instead.)

> Zack (Krokowicz) -- provide fire support, and get ordered to move with the rest of the people along the northern route.

Spoiler: Joan Macaraeg//Tiruin (click to show/hide)

Name: Joan Macaraeg

Description: Originally enlisted as a marksman from a background of being a crack shot at things, Joan was placed in supportive roles before she was assigned to anything near the front line. She hails from the northern mountains of the Philippines, with her homeland experiences characterized by a contrast of dense jungles, sweltering heat, and high altitude training.

Current Weapon:
Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
Ammo: 5/5
Magazines: 2 [5/5, 5/5]

Physical: -
Mental: -
Life: +1 {+Helmet}

Stats:
GLORY: -
Knowledge +3
Will +1
Senses +1

Skills:
+3 Medical Training
+2 First Aid
+2 Camouflage
+2 Language
+1 Heavy Rifle
+1 Traps

Inventory:

A well-cleaned SCR-300 Radio [Requisitioned]
Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)

Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
Binoculars

Joakim's Dog Tags
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Flashlights
Chains, rope, small knives, and other things found in the current mission's supply depot

[Ozarck]

((heh heh heh. Nah, your exits are all north and east. Soon, all the enemies on the south side of the complex will be between you and us. All of our team that has any reason to head south is already there.

well, unless alice survives and wants to try to fly a plane out of here. Through the smoke. and the forest fire.))

[milo christiansen]

((I would like to bring your attention to the fact that you are about to blow up a munitions store right beside the building with the kids in it. Also, the truck is right outside this building I think. Don't.))

[PaPaj]

Stab the unconcious nazi to death and get my shotgun ready for whats comming

Spoiler: Joe Polnik (click to show/hide)

Name: Joe Polnik
Description: A American-Polish man who is around 24,fair skin,brown eyes,short brown hair

Physical -1
Mental 0
Life 0

Stats:
Speed +3
Dexterity +2

Skills:
Shotgun +3
Melee +2

GLORY:20

Inventory:
Helmet (+1 Life bonus, Single Use)
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)

Winchester model 12 Shotgun (6 shot, 6 risk at close range, 2 at longer range)
18 shotgun shells
Trench Knife (risk 3)