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Busy is freakin' right. My work area usually contains about 7 people, and since Monday there have been 35-45 in the daytime and about 20-25 at night. Tonight I had a Major General standing over my shoulder for about 5 hours explaining what he wanted. Coordinating the hasty deployment of over...

Vidal nods approval and tosses the smoke grenade toward the building, aiming to position it about 2/3 of the way to their destination (about a 60' ranged attempt). Then he readies his weapon and waits for the smoke to accumulate. Smoke throw: 10+4 (AP)-12(?) for range = 2

"That's right. Not sure if a lucky shot put him down or what, but he's out of sight now. I say a smokescreen for a fast approach, then take no chances...flush him out with a frag."

Marshal Colburn Colburn raises a brow. "If I'm not being specific enough, you boys best let me know your concerns when the subject presents itself. I expected you'd have a list prepared as we discussed. Time appears to be at your disposal today, but such is a rare occasion." He grunts and...

Vidal nods again. "Sounds good to me. If we can't see he's down, you wanna flush him out before we actually go in?"

Sorry that took so long, everybody. Glad you didn't really disappear, syn. Great to have you back!

Marshal Colburn As the group arrives in town, the Marshal watches the townsfolk, politely greeting those within range. "Alright fellas, we've been pushing at a pretty good pace, so if y'all feel a night in Gibson will be worthwhile, we can consider staying...freshen up and have a drink. If...

Vidal snickers at the sight of his wound. "Thanks for stoppin' by Ned. Yeah, I'm alright...though I don't feel so classically masculine for saying it's only a scratch." He waves to Marcel as he sees him peek around the trailer to check on him. He nods at his arm, then the mud-brick building...

I'll sit with the majority on this one. I know I'm often the one you guys are waiting for and if you don't mind taking control to keep it moving, I approve. I'll try to pay more attention and at least put up something brief if I notice there's something going on. I shouldn't have any problems...

Pinned indefinitely, Vidal hunkers down behind the trailer. He looks around at the legionnaires to the northwest and near the barn, trying to get a sense of where the fells are focusing their fire so he can plan his move to better cover. He easily decides that he won't challenge the mud-brick...

With all the lead and explosives flying toward the fell, Vidal decides it would be best not to get any closer. He leans against the corner of the trailer and aims his MAT-49 at in the direction of the fell, also ready to fire if the man isn't already incapacitated or submissive. Chest heaving...

Vidal moves toward the rear of the trailer and pulls the pin from his grenade. He glances back to the barn for situational awareness, then lets it cook for a two-count. This is it hombre. You charged out here into isolation. Deal with it. He's not aware of closing his eyes, but the second...

Is it safe to assume that Vidal was hit in the left arm? If not, does it affect his throwing capability?

Yeah, Invisible castle is such a peculiar device. I won't complain, because my natural 1 was followed by the natural 20, but I've never seen such deliberate chaos in randomness.

Vidal charges toward the far trailer, the distance seeming to lengthen as his worn muscles struggle to push him forward. He focuses on the trailer and listens only for the voices of his comrades. Over the din of discharging ammunition he hears a thud from his own body, feeling the pain only...

Vidal looks back at the men near the barn, heart racing and sweat pouring. "Give me covering fire! I'm going to get closer!" He pauses for a moment to receive acknowledgement of his request - either by word, motion, or action - then bolts around the south side of the trailer toward the...

Thanks Bob. I'm home now and will post tomorrow day or evening.

Vidal sees the figure dart behind the wagon. He determines that no farmer would have trouble recognizing the legionnaires, so this must be a hostile individual. He bolts for cover behind the trailer near the southwestern corner of the barn as he reaches for a grenade and readies it to throw at...

Marshal Colburn Colburn stands. "Good idea, Dakota. The Service has provided me with a rough profile of both Gibson and Deepwood. It's possible we could learn more if we run into someone in the morning, but frankly I'm not much interested in Gibson, and from the sounds of it there aren't...