Re: Fox Hunters
The ride on the back was cold, uncomfortable. Dressed in a sweater, Dawid pulled his balacalva down from his mouth.
Pulling up his NVGs he looked over at Griet.
"Well, looks like we have company. We'll soon see if they fall for whatever trick is arranged at the Jeep. It shall be impressive, no doubt!*
He looked around at the darkened terrain passing them by. It was overgrown farmland, flat as a board. He knew that they were on the flats between the river to the East and the ridge to the West. No real place for an ambush, except the likely-deserted littel roadside hamlets that dotted the long straight throughfare connecting Koznieice and Zwollen.
Kozieinice was once a thriving agricultrual centre, the County Seat with a large thermal powerplant. It had also been a bustling Jewish community prior to the Nazis.
"Wonderful, just fucking beautiful. Saints and the Black Madonna preserve us. I need to get shit-faced drunk, and soon. If we live long enough."
Sighing he put the handset of the radio near his mouth pressed transmit.
"Sunray this is Eagle calling."
When he got a response, he continued.
"I see two vehicles now in pursuit. Range is three hundred fifty metres. They are keeping pace. Scout cars, Russian BDRM or Polish OT-65. Night-vision capable."
"Ah, my mistake, there is one scout car and at least two vehicles following in convoy. One scout car, two plus vehicled following. Do you understand?"
He turned to speak to Griet, but what could he say? The die would soon be cast. Nowhere to hide, soon nowhere to run if there was a roadblock ahead.
* OOC: It seems somewhat unclear whether the pursuit has cleared the Jeep or not at the point it was spotted. It kind of seems like they haven't, so I'll go with that.
This message was last edited by the player at 14:18, Sat 29 Nov 2008.