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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2415153" data-attributes="member: 26473">Normand makes his way down the bank to the irrigation ditch, Marcel close behind him. Together they slosh through the water to the gendarme, who looks up at them with a mixture of pain and relief on his face. “My leg is broken,” he says softly.On the road, Sgt. Kat looks to Sgt. Müller, who motions toward the Skoda with a toss of his head. “Right then,” the Greek mutters, “Nedjar, Pamuk, Kerenin, clear the rear of that truck. Gaspard, after they signal clear, you and I take the cab. Go!”The three legionnaires of the choc group break from the cover of the jeep and head for the rear of the truck as Vidal and Sgt. Kat cover the cab with their submachine guns. There is no movement of the worn grey canvas cover as they approach, but it makes it impossible to see inside – at the rear, the canvas flap hangs loosely over the rear, obscuring the bed from view.The gendarme gasps as Marcel and Normand gingerly extract him from the narrow culvert. A quick check by the medic suggests that it’s not a broken leg, but rather a dislocated knee – the patella is rotated sideways, Marcel discovers, as he gently palpates the injured man’s extremities.“When they opened fire, I fell backwards into the ditch, and that big bastard Henri fell on top of me. Must’ve thought we were both dead.” The words come in a rush, and then his eyes are searching Marcel’s. “The others?” he asks quietly.Nedjar motions to Pyotr and Pamuk to each grab a corner of the canvas and life it out of the way. He sets himself with his MAT-49 at the ready, then gives a sharp nod. Pyotr and Burhan whip the canvas back.Using a poncho as an impromptu stretcher, Normand and Marcel carefully lift the injured gendarme from the irrigation ditch to the road behind the GMC, away from the jeep and the other casualties. The gendarme is quiet, his eyes closed, as Marcel slices away the pant leg to visualize the injured knee. Applying gentle traction, the knee pops into place – the look of shock on the gendarme’s face is sudden and brief, followed by a sigh of relief.The truck bed is in shadows due to the canvas tarp – the legionnaires train their guns on the darkness as their eyes adjust.Pyotr: Spot check, please. Marcel: How many hit points did the check restore?</blockquote>

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