Location: 1 km south of the village of Ladek Starey
Time: 1505 20 July 2000
<"Yer call, dip-, er sorry, suh. This'n can go easy fer ya', or hard... but I ain't puttin' nothin' down,
and I got the goddamn decency not to point my little stick at yo' ass. You choose, suckah."
Lee thinks to himself "I hope that Ikeman gets back soon, he'll be able to tell if this jackass is for real
or not, and teach him some manners...">
Seeing that the newcomer does not intend to lower his weapon, Lee opens fire with the SAW, shooting to kill, and
yells for the 2 villagers to do the same.
Smith is thrown backwards as the rounds tear into his right leg, shattering the bone, then glance off his flak
vest. Smith lays on the ground groaning unconsiously.
Lee rushes forward under the cover of the villagers and kicks Smith's weapon away. Seeing that Smith is still alive,
he rips open Smith's flak vest, checking for any penetration, seeing none, he applies the field dressing to Smith's
leg, trying to stop the bleeding. It doesn't take a doctor to realize Smith needs medical attention, and FAST!
The villagers help Lee throw Smith into the bed of the truck, then mount up and head south to link up with Ikeman
and Stewart.
Several minutes later, Ikeman comes spots the trucks and rushes in shouting the running password as he breaks the
woodline.
Lee stops the truck and rushes over as Ikeman sets down Ingle, explains his little encounter, and the fact that
he has a severely wounded man in the back of the truck. As Lee and Ikeman quickly decide what to do next, Ingle
breaks in, "not to be rude, but would you have something to eat? I'm rather hungry...getting shot takes a
lot out of you."
Stewart says "not to rush you two, but we got hostiles to the north AND south. We need to pop smoke and haul
ass asap!"
1700 meters south of the village of Ladek Starey
Time: 1505 20 July 2000
<Ikeman shouts "SHUT YOUR HOLE DAMNIT! I'M ON MY WAY!" Ikeman slowly moves forward towards Ingle.
Once there, he kicks away his weapon and does a quick pat-down. He then puts a field dressing on Ingle's leg. Once
finished, he says "let's see your ID." Ingle slowly pulls out his ID and hands it to Ikeman. Ikeman looks
it, then Ingle, then at the ID again, then Ingle. He finally says "what unit were you with? who won the 1967
Superbowl? Who is the best boxer ever?">
Ingle replies to Ikeman's questioning "Don't ask me about ballgames; I never kept track of them. I'm SSG Ingle,
late of 5th ID's Cav Squadron, specifically the sniper platoon. These days I'm in the revenge business; I'm going
to scratch 400 of the Warsaw Pact soldiers, then head for home. Now, can we kill all this silliness and get to
war?"
Stewart gives Ikeman the "get the hell outta dodge" sign, then yells to the shooter, "If you want
this farm house you can have it and try and keep it from the russians that are on our ass. But I aint giving up
my guns with reds just a few klicks away." Stewart then covers for Ikeman, watching for any sign of the shooter.
Ikeman grabs Ingle's weapon, then picks up Ingle in a fireman's carry and hauls ass back towards the trucks, stopping
every 50 meters or so to cover Stewart.
Whitedog hearing the singing moves forword causiously but with a grin and a
chuckle. He yells out "If you don't mind, I'd be happier if you stoped that caterwaling and give me some info
on yourself. As your no singer I'd guess your not with a traveling band." Scanning for the sniper, Whitedog
adds "I'm with the US Army, just traveling though the area." Whitedog catches some movement to his right
front in the woodline, moving either north or south.
<Stewart hollers back at the shooter "THAT WAS RUDE! DON'T PISS ME OFF OR THIS SNAKE EATER WILL OPEN A
CASE OF WHOOP ASS!" He then waits for a response from the machine gunner.>
Not impressed, Kartz squeezes off another 10 round burst over the poor slobs head. "Now! If you would be so
kind as to throw your weapons out to the side, stand up, and show me your hands..I am old, and cranky, and agitated,
so don't mistake me for a scared newbie!!!"
Stewart homes in on where the shooter is, and keeps an eye for a clean shot as he pulls back.
Location: 2km East of Highway 43, 14 km Southeast of Ladek Starey
Time: 1500 20 July 2000
<Suddenly, Smith hears a twig snap behind him, followed by a voice, "Drop your weapon and turn around real
slow" Smith, being an intelligent fellow, does as he is told. He turns around to stare down the barrel of
G11 rifle at a range of about 10 meters. The individual is wearing what seems to be an american style uniform,
though it has no patches or other distinguishing marks. The soldier speaks "Name, Rank, Serial Number, Unit,
Commander."
LTC Star observes Smith while waiting for him to answer. He dresses the part of an american soldier quite well,
having the most complete uniform he's seen in a while, almost too complete.>
Smith looks at the figure intently, praying that it's an american he's dealing with and tries to look him in the
eye for answers.
"Sergeant First Class Gary Smith reporting! US Army, Infantry to be exact! No unit attached to at the moment
sir!" Gary barks, but trying not to sound too menacing, but rather in a submissive way, as to not incur any
wrath that lay hidden.