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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2448112" data-attributes="member: 26473">Ortu continues to fire at the loft, more controlled bursts now, and over the din Marcel hears Sgt. Müller’s voice. “Doc, up front!” the German calls out as he rises to his feet and weaves his way forward, MAT-49 carried at the ready as he advances. The medic breaks into a dead run through the ripe wheat, his boots sinking into the plowed earth of the field.Pyotr scans the fields and the farm, looking for movement, looking for a target, but aside from the machine gun bullets whizzing past and the splintering wood, all is still.Vidal listens for a response on the radio, clutching the handy-talky to his ear, but there is only static as a reply to his impassioned call.Normand heaves himself up and forward, running through the wheat, then diving back to the earth again among the stalks. To his right is Burhan Pamuk, the Turkish legionnaire resting on one knee, submachine gun trained on the barn. End of round 2.</blockquote>