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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2621158" data-attributes="member: 26473">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.</blockquote>

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