Wing and Sword: Life During Wartime

[shadowbloodmoon]

Taking note of the person in the stall, Pyotr quickly moves his head to face another direction while his eyes stayed on that stall. He didn't want to alert the person, probably the child, that they had been seen yet. He then looked at Nedjar and quickly held out his palm and using it as a map, pointed out where the person was to him, hoping the entire time that the person didn't realize what he was doing. Pyotr then waited to see what Nedjar wanted to do.


Bluff check: (1d20+1=21)
Oooh.. Natural 20....

 

[Barak]

Normand frowns at the gendarme, thinking the man needs to get his priorities straight.

"I'm sure the légionnaires in charge will know what to do, sir. But this is more than a crime scene, and the important part is to make sure it's secure."

 

[The Shaman]

“Merde,” Nedjar whispers, with a slight shake of his head. “This place is a death-trap.” Without looking up, he continues in the same hushed voice, “Stay close to the left wall, and watch the stalls on the right.” The door to the stall is 25' up on the left. It opens out and the hinges are on the left side. The door appears to be unlocked - the deadbolt on the outside of the door is drawn back.

 

[Bobitron]

He looks over at Marcel as he releases the mic button.“Do we have a complete casualty count?”

Marcel looks darkly at the prisoner, then grabs Vidal by the shoulder and takes a few steps away. Once they get about 5 yards away, he speaks loudly, keeping his carbine trained on the man. اللالعربيةاللع ربيةغة العربية لعربيةاللغة العربية العربية "I'll happily shoot you. Don't move."

Glancing at Vidal, he sighs. "Look, I didn't want to talk in front the prisoner. We've got one hurt badly, Bayabe. He won't be much use in a fight. A couple minor wounds; yours and Sgt. Kat. Then there's Normand. He took the brunt of a greanade. He's a tough bastard, so he'll fight on, but it was a bad sight." Flashing his angry eyes up to meet Vidal's face briefly, he continues."The family is dead. All of them. Women and children, everyone." He spits loudly onto the dirt, as though there is a bad taste in his mouth. "I don't know how many fells there are dead. Radio it in, and then we get this dog back to Sgt. Muller."

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr nods, while in his mind he was shaking his head. He stayed crouched, submachinegun swaying back and forth as he low walked inside the barn, staying as close to the wall as possible. He watched the right side, but was ready to jump in the first stall if necessary. Taking a chance, he told himself that the person in the second stall was the little child, so he wanted to make his way to her as soon as possible. He then scolded himself for jumping to conclusions and kept moving.

 

[The Shaman]

“I'm sure the légionnaires in charge will know what to do, sir,” Normand replies to the gendarme. “But this is more than a crime scene, and the important part is to make sure it's secure.”

Normand catches a slight crinkling of the wrinkles at the corners of Sanchez’s eyes as a ghost of a smile crosses the veteran’s round face. “You. Up in back,” the Spaniard says, motioning to Asmussen, who nods and climbs into the bed. “I want to pull behind that barn,” he continues to Normand, “until we get the word from Kat.” Climbing into the cab, Normand hears Sánchez mutter, “Putain flics,” as he starts the engine and puts the truck in gear.

- / -​

Vidal glances at the prisoner and nods. “Batards,” he says with feeling.

Before he can continue, the radio squawks, “Tango 31 in person, Tango 3 in person?” The voice sounds like that of Lt. Ramadier. “He wants Sgt. Müller directly,” Vidal says quickly. He keys the mic again. “Tango 3, stand by.” Releasing the button, he asks, “Where is he, Marcel?”

- / -​

Pyotr creeps along, placing his boots carefully on the dirt-and-straw floor of the barn, Nedjar a few steps behind. Passing the first stall on the left, he can hear the injured horse in the corral outside, breathing heavily – on the other side of the stable, the first two stalls on the right appear empty.

He feels a tap on his hip – Nedjar points to Pyotr and motions him to the far side of the door to the stall, then points to himself and the door and makes an opening motion. FYI: I made a Move Silently check for Pyotr.

 

[Bobitron]

Releasing the button, he asks, “Where is he, Marcel?”

Marcel motions toward the house and walks back to the prisoner, kicking him again and telling him to get to his feet. Standing ten feet behind him, he orders him to go to the house. Before they reach the door, he calls out.

"Coming in with a prisoner! Sgt. Müller, the LT is on the radio for you."

 

[Barak]

Normand looks at Sanchez from the passenger's seat, and grins. Sotto voice, he mimics the gendarme.

"Don't touch anything. Protect the crime scene. Geez. What he thinks, he'll get fingerprints of Santa Claus? I sure hope my grenade didn't erase any clues as to who did it!"

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Pyotr nods and quietly makes his way to the other side of the door, preparing to pounce when David opens the door.

You know, I had a nagging suspicion you were going to ask me for an MS roll... I want to, if it's possible, have Pyotr prepare to grapple whoever is behind the door, child or not, and cover their mouth to prevent sounds from escaping. Tell me what you need for me to do that or if it's even possible.

 

[The Shaman]

Sánchez’s watches the uneven ground ahead as he drives the truck behind the barn. “Six or seven months ago we were operating around Constantine and we were ambushed by some fells. Nedjar and Rivoli – one of the guys you replaced – were wounded.” The brakes squeak as the truck rolls to a stop. “The putain flics showed up in the infirmary asking if they wanted to file a criminal complaint for assault against the fell we captured.”. The Spaniard twists the key and the engine falls silent. He shakes his head, then reaches in his pocket to retrieve another cigarette.

- / -​

The prisoner looks up at Marcel and struggles to his feet without a word. The three cross the barnyard quickly. Pamuk waits just inside the wall around the farmhouse, watching the stable. The Turk glances at the prisoner but says nothing. Reaching the stone steps to the farm house, Marcel calls out, “Coming in with a prisoner! Sgt. Müller, the LT is on the radio for you.”

The German platoon sergeant steps out of the shadows of the front door and without a word stretches out a hand to Vidal for the radio. “Tango 3, Tango 31. We have six KIA civilians from fellagha activity at a farm near the junction with the KIA gendarmes. We have killed five fells and recovered several weapons, including two machine pistols taken from the gendarmes. We are continuing operations to secure the farm.”

“Copy that, Tango 31. We are en-route to your location.” The lieutenant pauses. “ETA about five minutes. Confirm that it’s a farm belonging to Rubiera?”

Müller keys the mic again. “Affirmative, Tango 3.” The German reaches into a pocket and pulls out a photograph. “Fortier, take a look at this.”

Looking at the picture, Marcel sees the family whose bodies lie in the basement, smiling at the camera – the husband, presumably M. Rubiera, and his wife, the teenage boy and girl...and another girl, younger than the other two children, a moppet with long brown hair and a big smile.

- / -​

Nedjar holds his submachine gun in one hand as he reaches up to pull open the stable door with the other. With a look to Pyotr to make sure the Ukrainian is ready, he grabs the latch and pulls hard. The door squeaks on its hinges as it swings open, revealing a young girl kneeling on the straw covering the floor of the stall, just inside the doorway. She looks up in terror as Pyotr lunges toward her. Pyotr: Melee touch attack and opposed grapple check – if both are successful, Pyotr gets a hand over her mouth.