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Gogog was the last of his men to withdraw. He sniffed at the air, and listened carefully.

Moans of the dead, the sweetness of humie blood. He tried to concentrate. His men had fired ahead of the mutant force which should have taken cover when they heard the shells go over them. Normally you only heard mortars when they passed, not when they fell among you.

His men were reorganizing further away. Good. They had done their work, had hurt the humans enough that they would believe an organized mutant force remained.

There, the sound of movement. The Nightkin were still there, waiting and listening, inspecting the battle field. They would continue to press forward against the humans and continue the attack.

Gogog would withdraw his men soon. Perhaps there was time yet to wound the humans a bit more.

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Furtheraway.....

Max cut at the tentacles that wrapped them selves around him. Like corded but slimmy rope, they circles his armored legs and chest, pulling him and jerking him.

He fired away with his lazer until he ran out of ammunition and then let it go. It was his Ripper that did the most damage. With each cut of a tentacle, each time one fell to the floor, the creature grew more manic, crazed in pain and now fear.

It finally tried to pull him toward, it's almost human mouth stretched full of teeth like the Deathclaw traps the BOS had begun to use to trap deathclaws.

Max brought up his Ripper cutting up, through the creatures lower jaw, ripping apart teeth and then up, into the base of the creatured skull.

The tentacles grew slack, and Max slipped through the slime and blood to the ground.

One of the BOS soldiers came up over the wall, "Major?" Said the soldier, uncertain if the blood drenched BOS knight was his commander.

"Yes?"

"We have secured the rear area." Reported the soldier.

"Very well. Let's see about providing the forward elements some relief then."
 
As Kayla had completed her work, Bryce accompanying her, and Kenny reported no more targets of opportunity, Kell breathed a sigh of relief. Jack's squadron was still, at least, alive for the msot part. They hadn't even noticed the sniper fire aiding them, but it was a bloodbath and bullets were everywhere. he didnt take others missing his handiwork personally.


He slipped back to the edge of the building, the dust storm grating. Fortunately he had a rag face cover to wear, though others werent as lucky. The fates willing,t he traps they had set would be going off very shortly. Nightkin, their invisible linings disruped by the grit, would be hitting Digger's Alley quite soon. He wanted to be there to greet them on the way back on out of town. Each claymore was filled with small metal ball bearings, scavenged carefully from military supplies and fastened from leftovers at a fishing shop. They would do the job, and the scythe would fall hardest on those advance elements.

He motioned to the rest of his crew, preparing to move out. They would need another position near the ambush site, and he wanted a few more shots on the muties. Couldn't let the groundpounders get all the credit here today, after all he mused. So, the four wratihs took up and left, slipping down the fire escape and making their way towards the half-ruined alley, debris serving as fine blinds to hide behind on the first floor ruin of the apartment building. To take the command post, they would have to fall in here first.**
 
The storm was getting worse and Jack suddenly lost McBain, he thought of yelling for him or even Uziel, but that was too dangerous with the mutants around. Jack checked his rifle, finding that even if it was an AK 112, maybe the most reliable rifle in the world it was jammed and it was impossible to use into this conditions.

When he looked up, there in the middle of the storm, he saw a mutant right in front of him, the mutant saw him, and tried to hit Jack with his fist. Jack dodged that hit that went really close, perhaps too close. But the mutant made a mistake, he overextended the attack and left himself open for a counterattack. Jack, remembering Brother Thomas lessons, took advantage of this and hit the mutant hard in the left eye with the butt of his rifle, causing a red trace of blood in the mutant’s face. The mutant laughed, like wanting to show Jack how pitiful his attack was, and Jack again took advantage of this and hit him again while he was still laughing, this time in the right eye, that even not causing any pain to the mutant, it blinded him. The mutant was no longer laughing, he was rather trying to hit Jack, but the mutant could not see where Jack was. Jack then wielded his knife and staved the mutant in his jugular, taking the knife out right after and letting a blood spurt come out of the mutant’sa neck. Jack left the blinded and condemned mutant alone as he desperately hit the air trying to find Jack.

After leaving the mutant to his death Jack found McBain again, and using his Pip Boy maps Jack moved trough the broken remains of the city trying to find what was left of his squad.

OC: All edits to this post have been grammatical.
 
Dash, Guard, and Eduardo moved along in a straight-line formation. Dash was on point, leading the trio down the road even though he had only a vague idea of where he was going. The most logical direction to take was up the street to look for survivors, as Jack's squad had last been seen engaging the mutants in an aggressive charge.

Suddenly, he heard voices faintly underneath the wind. He stopped in his tracks, held his fist up to indicate to the others that they were holding their position, and reached underneath his poncho for his binoculars. The figures out in the distance weren't mutant, or at least from what he could tell, and he was fairly certain that only humans would risk shouting loud enough to hear over the black blizzard. With this in mind, he figured it was worth the risk to approach the figures and possibly join up with the survivors of Jack's squad.

Dash gestured for the others to follow close, but to stay low in case his hunch about the figures being human was incorrect. It took about thirty seconds to get close enough to the figures to shout out, "Identify yourselves!"
 
Ralik had hit the dirt when he heard the whistle of the incoming mortars. Standing up when explosives rained from the sky is generally a bad idea. When the bombardment stopped, he slowly got up, feeling a sharp pain in his right arm. Reaching for it he felt fresh liquid pain, and a sharp chunk of metal, which shot an intense pain through his arm when even the slightest pressure was placed on it. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the piece and ripped it out. More blood ascended from the open wound, but the bleeding wasn't that bad. He picked up his rifle and went to carry on.

But that was his problem. Where to carry on to? The sandstorm was making things hard to see, and the mortars fucked the cohesion of the group. He figured his best bet was to stumble along to where the two fools with pistols took down the muties. With any luck, he could figure out where they went from there and hook up with what was left of the rabble the Brotherhood had put together...
 
"Identify yourselves!" Jack recognized that voice. "I am Brotherhood! Don't you dare to soot!" Jack walked towards Dash, when he got close he saw Dash and said: "Are you aiming that thing at ME?"

Jack joined the group and briefly introduced McBain. "We have to find the others, If there are any others, and then wait for the relief forces, If they ever arrive."
 
Max quickly reformed the rear units and reorganized the perimeter around the hospital and supply points. Then, calling in the sergeant of Talon Squad divided the men.

"Move forward and see what is the status of our recon units. Then hold fast. We might hit again by those green blooded scumbags." Max said pointing to spots on the Map where the recon units should be.

"Should we bunker down till the storm abates?" Asked the sergeant.

Max felt the air. The wind had picked up but the storm had also moved. They had already felt the worst of it. Now it was beginning to move out to the North and east.

"No. The storm will leave soon and it will get dark. Better to make sure the recon groups are reinforced. We can use the storm for cover. Check your opposition. If heavy, we might be able to draw them into a trap. If opposition is light we can close and hit them a quick strike. Take what ever loose troops you can find. I will do the same with the other half of Talon."
 
"Hey guys, nice to meet y'all". McBain surveyed the group. He vaguely recognised a few faces, probably from his time spent on the force back in the Hub. "Anybody got a gun for me? I know I'm good with a knife but some of those mutant trashbags have got some pretty heavy weaponry"

McBain waited impatiently for an answer, he knew the type. These men were just like him. They felt that their firearms were an extension of themselves, their babies. McBain even thought that perhaps judging by the size of some of their weaponry they were also compensating for the size of something. McBain had no issues there - he always carried small firearms.

"Ok, guess I'll just have to show you how it's done with a knife"

McBain stood at the edge of the group and began to sharpen his knife with the whetstone he had in his pocket. He surveyed the group further, trying to some up what each member was about. At the centre of the discussion McBain looked at the man who went by the name "Guard". McBain was almost 100% sure he recognised him but he could not place where he had seen him before. When Guard turned round and faced him McBain turned away instantly, not wishing to provoke any conflict.
 
Guard covered the rear as trio of gunmen progressed down the street. Guard walked with small steps, his legs bent but his upperbody rigid, his arms fluid as he swung his rifle first left, then right as he watched for attack from all angles. The training was firmly ingrained, for Guard's concious mind told him there was no need for such actions for the sandstorm was still fierce and visibility low, but at the same time his unconcious brain forced him to keep up his defence.

As before, he knew not where he had acquired these skills. It was clear to him however that he had been trained for squad based combat in the past, obviously to a great extent for these abilities to have carried over even after his regular memory had been lost.

Guard was aware that Dash too had been taught such skills and halted as the point-man raised his fist, his arm in a right angle in the classic "squad stop" command.

Guard stood beside Dash as the other man shouted into the dust filled air, aiming his hunting rifle over the man's shoulder as they waited for a reply.

To Guard's relief they were met by no inhuman grunts nor the high pitched whine of miniguns. The voice of Jack, their squad leader returned to them through the red dust, carrying above the noise of the wind.

Guard nodded his head as the Sergeant rejoined their group. He offered no salute, he was certainly no Brotherhood soldier... not yet anyway.

The Sergeant introduced a new addition to the group, a man named McBain, a tall man with the same dirty blond hair as Guard albeit slightly longer and greasier.

McBain asked if any of them could spare a firearm and Guard almost offered up his prized Mauser sidearm but checked his generosity at the last moment. He didn't particularly trust McBain yet and was unsure if the man would be any help. For the moment Guard would stick with Dash and Eduardo, their courage had already been tested in the Squad's recent baptism of fire. McBain on the other hand was wildcard.

"It's good to see you again Sergeant. When the mortars began to fail we feared we may have lost you." Guard's words were monotone yet sincere, he felt no strong affinity for the Sergeant, but he was happy that their numbers were not as few as he originally feared. For every extra man their squad increased Guard's relative chances of survival also increased.[/b]
 
((Sorry I was at the Chess Nationals))
In all of the chaos Uziel was seperated from Jack and the rest of the squad. Despite the fact he knew his laser pistol would be ineffective in this storm, he knew better than to use his sniper rifle or even have it out. He spotted a large group of Mutants walking down the street away from him. He knew there had been a battle here earlier since bodies littered the streets. Deciding to try a hit-and-run, he picked up a grenade from a dead Mutant and walked into the street. He pulled the pin and threw the grenade as far and high as he could. But Uziel was not a good throw so the grenade landed in the second story of a building and exploded. Two humans were tossed onto the group of Mutants. Ashamed, embarrased, and fearing for his life, Uziel hid and ran. He spotted Jack a few hundred meters later.
 
Dash looked at Jack and nodded. "Agreed, but we shouldn't hold our position, not when we know the enemy has mortars. Our best bet is to keep moving so they can't get a fix on our position."

"And meanwhile, we walk right into a mutant ambush. I don't think so."

"Given the likelihood that we'll get shelled again as soon as a mutant scout reports back that we're alive, I think it's a risk we have to take. Besides that, we don't even know if our relief is able to make it towards us -- not to mention the fact that we're all grunts and volunteers."

Jack's expression suddenly turned hard. "What's that supposed to mean, Cooper?"

"Come on, Jack. Do you really think with all the fighting going on around the city that your superiors are willing to waste ordinance on relieving a group of throwaway volunteers and Brotherhood soldiers who haven't even made officer status?"

"They'll come for us."

"Yeah, after the mutants have killed us and raped our severed heads."

"Fuck that, man! I'm not letting those muties stick anything in my skull!" Eduardo suddenly exclaimed.

Dash looked at Eduardo for an instant before returning to Jack. "Look, I'm not trying to be contradictory or anything, I just don't want to be a sitting duck. I say we find any survivors in this area, head back to base camp, and regroup with the rest of the Brotherhood before we run out of daylight. I guarantee you this situation is going to suck even more when visibility is down to zero."
 
Jack takes a look to his Pip Boy. "We will retreat to check point one and wait for the relief troops there. That is final, no argument about it." Jack pauses. "The major would not just leave us behind, it would be a tactical mistake in our current situation, and he is the best tactician I know."

Jack leaded the group towards check point one. It wasn't the safest place, but it sure was safer, and it was the logical place where the relief forces would start to looking for Jack's squad .
 
Eduardo nodded so enthusiastically at Jack that it was comical.

Y-yea lets follow him. H-he knows w-what he is doing.

Eduardo turned to face Guard and stumbled on a rock. Falling forward onto the butt of his gun he managed a good hit in his solar plexus, and drove the barrel five inches into the dirt.

Eduardo's breath exploded outwards in a wheeze, and for the next thirty seconds he coughed wildly as he tried to catch his breath and kept hacking up dust and sand.

Eduardo looked up at the men from his crouching position. This would have been funny if it wasn't so dangerous to draw attention.

With tears streaming down his cheeks Eduardo uttered a frightened whisper.

I.......... think we had better............ go before something............ finds us.
 
Guard remained silent as Dash and Sergeant Jack argued over which strategy to follow. Guard didn't much care for the politcs of war, as far as he could ascertain he was no strategist. Better to leave large-scale plans and tactics to the generals, he would not interrupt unless one had suggested a truly suicidal plan of action.

Dash and Jack quickly finished, in agreement yet still clearly at odds with one another.

As the short Mexican turned to face him, Guard watched as he tripped on a rock, stumbling onto the ground.

"I.......... think we had better............ go before something............ finds us." stuttered Eduardo.

Guard extended his arm to the Mexican, grunting slightly as he hoisted the smaller man to his feet. There was no grin upon his face, no kind words. Just an offer of help to a man who could use it.

"If you are decided," Guard said, "let's move out, I'll cover the rear." Guard waited for no authorisation or reply from the Brotherhood Sergeant, he merely stode to the back of the group and raised his rifle, scanning the streets and rooftops for any sign of movement amongst the dust.
 
Ralik had found his way to where the two maniacs? -- anyone who takes on two muties with just pistols has to be a bit looney -- had dropped two muties. He noted that one mutant had its skull ruined, and the other just had cosmetic damage done to its neck.

Shrugging, he looked for anything of use, before spotting the Mutant's Laser rifle. It was attached to the fallen beasts arm with a series of leather straps, which Ralik quickly unbuckled. He shouldered the weapon and made as if he was aiming at some invisible target several meters away in an attempt to get a feel for the weapon before realising he had no idea how to use it. Shrugging once again he buckled two loose straps attached to the weapon and then slung it over his back. Maybe one of the Brotherhood Soldiers could show him how to use it... or maybe the under armed fighters could use it themselves.

Then, once again, Ralik began to trudge forward, hoping to find his way through the city and find the remnants of the squad he was with.

His hopes however, were beginning to lift. The sandstorm was starting to die off, making visibility somewhat better. The winds were still harsh enough to throw sand in his open wound every so often, causing a harsh stinging, but Ralik had been through worse. He pressing on for a while until he heard a wild but distinctively human coughing break the monotony of the howling winds. Then as quickly as it started, it stopped again as the sandstorm howled, kicking a flurry of sand into his face.

The gust of wind ended quickly and Ralik was sure the sounds came a few hundred feet ahead of him. Without thought he found himself bounding towards the sound, until he was forty feet or so away. At that point he was able to see a figures, small figures... well small in comparison to a mutant. These people were humans, or really meaty ghouls, Either or at this point would suffice.

"Hey!... Hey!" He cried out, hoping they would wait for him...
 
WHUMP-BAM

Eduardos shotgun fired right as the last word left the strangers mouth. The blast was deafening even through the howl of the sandstorm, and the muzzle flash erupted like dragon breath in a six foot long lick of flame.

Quite luckily for the man, the shell that had been snatched into the chamber from around a deadmans neck was an overloaded blank made to create a huge display without lethality.

Eduardo was knocked clear off of his feet and a cloud of densely packed sand from the barrel traveling at 1200 feet per second did the same to Ralik knocking him on his ass as it connected solidly with his chest.

Eduardo yelled curses, as did the others, but none were heard for a good thrity seconds as the tinny ringing in everyones ears blocked out all sound from the world for a good minute.

Finally as the world came back into focus and Ralik stood back up and walked over to the group.

As Ralik looked down at Eduardo harshly, he returned with an apologetic look.

S-s-sorry b-but I d-didn't quite c-catch your n-name. W-what was it a-again?
 
Uziel rushed to his commander's position as fast as he could, but he tripped and stumbled, face first. He pushed himself up and realized he had a bleeding nose. He stood all the way up, but then realized he had twisted his ankle. He limped over in pain. He still went on to try and rejoin the rest of the patrol, but then was grabbed by a giant green hand and was then knocked out cold.
 
OOC: I think there are some distance issues with that last post, Uziel, but I'll just go with it.

IC:

Dash noticed the man suddenly getting grabbed and instantly dropped to one knee. "Hostiles! Take cover!"

His rifle let out a series of short bursts, followed by the distant THUD of a large body hitting the ground. Realizing that he had just given away his position, he ducked and rolled to the side, taking cover behind some nearby rubble. There were still mutants out there, alive despite the shelling. The last one he thought had been taken out from his rifle burst, but this was only a guess due to the fact that he had seen mutants laugh off rifle rounds like they were bee stings. He decided not to take chances with it and checked his rear flank for hostiles before ducking lower behind the rubble.

He hoped that off in the distance his compatriots had enough sense to take cover when he yelled out.
 
Max had moved half of Talon Squad on the right while Talon's sergeant moved the Squad on the left. They had passed a number of smaller irrgular squads that had dug into the ruins of the city. The war had torn apart buildings and split open the earth, making it a maze of collapsed shelters, hidden crawlways and broken walls which the men moved like rats. This was an advantage of the humans over the mutants. Small is size and quick witted the battle of the Hub had been won by small units that had used the devestation with lethal effect.

A number of survivors and wounded had pointed the way forward through the blistering sandstorm. Max noted the casualties strewn about. A mortar strike meant that somewhere out there was a concentrated and organized mutant force.

Using the storm to hide their movements, Max continued to move forward till he came to a position near where Jack should be.

It was not the BOS way to flee a battle, but the wise wolf withdraws and lures his prey into an ambush.

The strength of the wolf is found in the pack. The strength of the pack is the heart of the wolf.

Max drew his men into a skirmish line and then looked for a runner to go ahead and give Jack his position.

Bait the mutants into a difficult position and cut them apart with grenades and Rippers.
 
Jack moves slowly forward and saw a big ugly mutant grabbing a man that was lying in the street unconscious. "Move forward! Attack! Now, now, move it!" The mutant herd this and wielded a ripper, with a smile on his face, thinking that there was going to be fun.

The mutant began to move towards Jack while shotgun shells and pistol rounds were discharged at him. The mutant was severely wounded, but he was still capable and willing to fight. Finally the mutant reached Jack and tried to bring his ripper down to him. Jack used all of his strength to stop his arm, but he knew he couldn't last long this way.

Luckily for Jack, the other team members shot the mutant at point blank range trying to not hurt him, and even some were stabbing the mutant as hard with knifes. Finally, the mutant gave up and Jack was safe for now.

Jack got out from under the mutant corpse and took his ripper, along with some small energy cells. Then he moved to the man that was lying unconscious and waked him. "Uziel! Wake up Uziel!"

Uziel woke up and Jack tried to help him stand up. Jack saw Uziel's face covered with blood and noticed his ankle was hurt. "Okay, here we go" Jack put Uziel's arm over his neck and helped him to stand up.

"Gather weapons and ammo" By this Jack meant all that the team could scavenge from other fallen humans that were laying around. Jack took a laser pistol and few more energy cells. "Here" Jack said to McBain while he handed him his 44. pistol and the ammo for it.

"In our status we can no longer continue with our original objective, we will make contact with the relief force and then move back to an aid station. Now let's go, the sooner we make contact with the relief and inform our situation the sooner we will get to main camp."
 
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