ICC- Kilrick Salvage Chapter 2- On the Road to NYC
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welsh
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"Fine, can you drive?"
I laid out the idea. It was simple. The rig would be our bait to bring the APC into a trap. The trap would be set in maggotville.
The trick was for the bait not to get caught by either the APC or the trap itself. With all the recent activity, the maggots had grown aggressive. It was likely they might risk coming out in the grey daylight.
We'd have to risk it. At least we knew about the maggots, the Greys probably didn't. That might be an advantage.
Evade, retreat, trap. In battle one didn't always have the chance to choose one's own battle ground, so I was keen to take the advantage here.
I laid out the idea. It was simple. The rig would be our bait to bring the APC into a trap. The trap would be set in maggotville.
The trick was for the bait not to get caught by either the APC or the trap itself. With all the recent activity, the maggots had grown aggressive. It was likely they might risk coming out in the grey daylight.
We'd have to risk it. At least we knew about the maggots, the Greys probably didn't. That might be an advantage.
Evade, retreat, trap. In battle one didn't always have the chance to choose one's own battle ground, so I was keen to take the advantage here.
“I think so” – I answered him. My thigh hurt an awfully lot when I tried to support my weight in my two legs, but I think it was capable of pressing the acceleration paddle.
“So…” – started, lighting a cigarette- "the only thing I have to do is get the fuckers’ attention on me and off you blokes, right?”
“So…” – started, lighting a cigarette- "the only thing I have to do is get the fuckers’ attention on me and off you blokes, right?”
Flicking the lighter a small orange flame came to light and she ignited the tip of the rolled cigarette. "Count me in." She reloaded the shotgun with flechette shells. If these turds were armored and not wearing power armor, the shells will tear him into dog food.
Thinking of dog food, Edden was hungry.
Thinking of dog food, Edden was hungry.
welsh
Junkmaster
"Dr. Stowe and Dr. Edwards remain. So do Clara, Angie and Ellroy. Jasmin and Deeds, you're primary mission to protect the doctor. With the rockets you should be able to keep the Greys off the hill, but keep an eye out for Maggots or Dire. Aaron, you're staying too. Jake, how long?"
"A couple of hours, but we can spare a man if you need it." Said Jake. I didn't have to tell Jake the score. We needed the turbine for this job.
THen I looked over the rest. Some of them probably wouldn't survive this.
"The rest of you, I'll take any who volunteer."
Time for action more than contemplation. But something didn't quite add up. How did the Greys know about us.
The vil hadn't been the most secure. Hell, with enough drugs Remington might have said something about the op. So if the Greys had a spy among the Greens, then it wouldn't have been hard to see that both our outfit and Spengler were on a job. All the spy had to do was listen to the gossip and pay attention.
But how did they know about maggotville? They might have found out from the trading stop. With a little money or a little pressure, Otis might have told them everything. Or maybe it was the Tinkers.
Or maybe something else.
But now we had to figure a way out of this jab. "The game is simple. We disable the APC in town. Let them deal with the maggots while we make our exit."
"A couple of hours, but we can spare a man if you need it." Said Jake. I didn't have to tell Jake the score. We needed the turbine for this job.
THen I looked over the rest. Some of them probably wouldn't survive this.
"The rest of you, I'll take any who volunteer."
Time for action more than contemplation. But something didn't quite add up. How did the Greys know about us.
The vil hadn't been the most secure. Hell, with enough drugs Remington might have said something about the op. So if the Greys had a spy among the Greens, then it wouldn't have been hard to see that both our outfit and Spengler were on a job. All the spy had to do was listen to the gossip and pay attention.
But how did they know about maggotville? They might have found out from the trading stop. With a little money or a little pressure, Otis might have told them everything. Or maybe it was the Tinkers.
Or maybe something else.
But now we had to figure a way out of this jab. "The game is simple. We disable the APC in town. Let them deal with the maggots while we make our exit."
Carib FMJ
Nuka-Cola Chaser
Rama manned the .50 calivber machinegun. The greys were coming no doubt, but they had time on their side, and it would be a disaster if the maggots decided to come and join the fray.
They'd swarm over the armored troops and rend them limb from limb, even in all that cozy armor.
Yes, that would be fun to see.
They'd swarm over the armored troops and rend them limb from limb, even in all that cozy armor.
Yes, that would be fun to see.
welsh
Junkmaster
OCC- Ok, I will start the battle tomorrow. If you have not posted in awhile, than you are possible cannon fodder.
ICC- "Key, we have to keep the rig operational. The Rig is the mouse, the APC and it's occupants the cat, and we're going to ambush it. But if the mouse get's caught, we're all fucked." I said.
Then looking at the others who had not volunteered, "Gally, Zeij?"
ICC- "Key, we have to keep the rig operational. The Rig is the mouse, the APC and it's occupants the cat, and we're going to ambush it. But if the mouse get's caught, we're all fucked." I said.
Then looking at the others who had not volunteered, "Gally, Zeij?"
I handed a ciggie to Edden I rolled for myself after checking out how the wound was going… it would heal, eventually.
But she was right… a bunch of mice trying to kill a big bloody cat.
And yet the distant years spent in the field team made me realize that strength is overrated. It’s all a game, and the side that plays it better wins every time.
So I was prepared to be bait, if needed to. I just needed a drink first.
But she was right… a bunch of mice trying to kill a big bloody cat.
And yet the distant years spent in the field team made me realize that strength is overrated. It’s all a game, and the side that plays it better wins every time.
So I was prepared to be bait, if needed to. I just needed a drink first.
welsh
Junkmaster
Gally and Zeij both agreed and got on the truck.
We left the newcomer behind. He was too badly wounded to do much good. Angie was no where to be found by Clara and Ellroy were still at work with the turbine. Jake had given final instructions but didn't want to miss the action.
Before I left I whispered to Jake. "Be careful. I suspect we may have a spy among us."
The others got into the truck and Wolf kicked it into gear.
I grabbed the rail next to Rama, who was on the .50. To Wolf I said. "Take us down into town but try to keep the truck either under the smoke or behind a building. Don't allow the fuckers a clean shot."
A quick look at the APC and I could see it was moving towards us.
To the others in back I said. "Here's the deal. We are going to split up in twos. One of you has the rocket launcher, the other hauls extra missiles. We have only four for each launcher, so make them count. Ideally we're going to need them in NY."
"What about the maggots?" Asked Reik.
"You're going to have to watch for 'em and have no doubt, they'll make a try for you if they can. But we know about them, the Greys probably don't."
"Still, I'd rather be in that metal box they got." Said Zeij.
"Not when it gets knocked out in maggotville. We need to get close to score a hit on the damn thing. Shoot then duck and don't give them the chance to hit you first. THe fucker's got the range with that autocannon and the mgs. But if you can get a quick shot in with a launcher, all the better. Try for the top or the ass, or even the bottom if you can. That's were armor is usually weakenst. "
"What about the Greys." Asked Edden.
"YEah, they will probably send their grunts in to sweep us out. Keep an eye out for them. The rig is the mouse, the APC is the cat, but the cat has claws. Be careful."
Down the hill we went and I could feel Wolf hit the gas as we made to ram through the bridge barricades.
We left the newcomer behind. He was too badly wounded to do much good. Angie was no where to be found by Clara and Ellroy were still at work with the turbine. Jake had given final instructions but didn't want to miss the action.
Before I left I whispered to Jake. "Be careful. I suspect we may have a spy among us."
The others got into the truck and Wolf kicked it into gear.
I grabbed the rail next to Rama, who was on the .50. To Wolf I said. "Take us down into town but try to keep the truck either under the smoke or behind a building. Don't allow the fuckers a clean shot."
A quick look at the APC and I could see it was moving towards us.
To the others in back I said. "Here's the deal. We are going to split up in twos. One of you has the rocket launcher, the other hauls extra missiles. We have only four for each launcher, so make them count. Ideally we're going to need them in NY."
"What about the maggots?" Asked Reik.
"You're going to have to watch for 'em and have no doubt, they'll make a try for you if they can. But we know about them, the Greys probably don't."
"Still, I'd rather be in that metal box they got." Said Zeij.
"Not when it gets knocked out in maggotville. We need to get close to score a hit on the damn thing. Shoot then duck and don't give them the chance to hit you first. THe fucker's got the range with that autocannon and the mgs. But if you can get a quick shot in with a launcher, all the better. Try for the top or the ass, or even the bottom if you can. That's were armor is usually weakenst. "
"What about the Greys." Asked Edden.
"YEah, they will probably send their grunts in to sweep us out. Keep an eye out for them. The rig is the mouse, the APC is the cat, but the cat has claws. Be careful."
Down the hill we went and I could feel Wolf hit the gas as we made to ram through the bridge barricades.
welsh
Junkmaster
The APC opened up before we got to the bridge.
Tracer bullets, orange and red, flying above us. Dinging on the plow ram as bullets connected with the steal snow plow.
Wolf hitting the gas now. "Everybody down."
Rama letting go return fire with the .50.
Then the feeling of metal connecting metal, of metal crushed and twisted, scraping. The smoke of the bridge fires, the smell of gas and rubber burning, black foulness in the air.
Behind us bullets pelting the bridge.
Then into Maggotville. "In twos, one launcher, one lookout. You don't have to kill the APC, just knock it out. Let the maggots finish it off. Use your rockets than back up. If you don't get picked up, go for the turbine or the junkyard."
I could see the looks on their face. Trepidation. This was very dangerous. A few wouldn't come back this time.
I tried to find something to encourage the others. "Look, do this and come back. If you don't come home, you don't get paid."
Two by two the crew got off the rig. Our situation was desperate, but that's why the pay was so high.
Tracer bullets, orange and red, flying above us. Dinging on the plow ram as bullets connected with the steal snow plow.
Wolf hitting the gas now. "Everybody down."
Rama letting go return fire with the .50.
Then the feeling of metal connecting metal, of metal crushed and twisted, scraping. The smoke of the bridge fires, the smell of gas and rubber burning, black foulness in the air.
Behind us bullets pelting the bridge.
Then into Maggotville. "In twos, one launcher, one lookout. You don't have to kill the APC, just knock it out. Let the maggots finish it off. Use your rockets than back up. If you don't get picked up, go for the turbine or the junkyard."
I could see the looks on their face. Trepidation. This was very dangerous. A few wouldn't come back this time.
I tried to find something to encourage the others. "Look, do this and come back. If you don't come home, you don't get paid."
Two by two the crew got off the rig. Our situation was desperate, but that's why the pay was so high.
Edden took a position behind a small bunrt out nuka cola truck. The gravel near her feet began to shake and rattle. Meaning the big cat was coming to find her mice.
Eight shots of flechette anti-personnel rounds in the SPAS-12 shotgun. Pump action standard before the war and still a standard to be reckoned with after the great purge. It was modified along the barrel, giving less kick back and more accuracy as well as increasing the lethality since it takes less time to roll the pump back and lay waste to your enemy.
Now all she needed was a couple sods to jump out of the APC and try to find them. Just the thought of turning greys into ground round made her feel wet.
Lining the sight, she cleared the guage for the first shot and she waited as it came along to drop the first two.
Eight shots of flechette anti-personnel rounds in the SPAS-12 shotgun. Pump action standard before the war and still a standard to be reckoned with after the great purge. It was modified along the barrel, giving less kick back and more accuracy as well as increasing the lethality since it takes less time to roll the pump back and lay waste to your enemy.
Now all she needed was a couple sods to jump out of the APC and try to find them. Just the thought of turning greys into ground round made her feel wet.
Lining the sight, she cleared the guage for the first shot and she waited as it came along to drop the first two.
welsh
Junkmaster
The commander of the Greys pulled up outside the town. His nostrils filled with the smell of fire. Parts of the town were burning and the smoke pillowed into the sky above.
He could go up the hill and attack those left by the turbine. Certainly they would be waiting for him. But range, armor and fire power were in his favor.
Or he could go after the rig. Without the rig there would be no escape. But moving into the town was risky. Too many places for ambush.
"Sergeant, deploy your squad ahead and to the flanks." He said.
The sergeant gave his orders.
This squad, eight men, each covered from head to toe with a new ceramic encased combat armor, each carrying 20 mm "over and under" assault weapons with grenade launchers, and each carrying plenty of ammo.
The Sergeant split his squad into two fire teams, each of four men. They took positions on either flank. Veterans of past battles they knew that the streets were often deathtraps in house-to-house fighting. Instead they would move through each building, using grenades to clear their way.
On either side of the road, a Grey threw a grenade into a house. They waited till the grenade exploded filling the building with lethal sharpnel and rushed in. IN their armor they were impervious to the metal shards.
The commander waited to hear the BUUURRRRPP of 20 mm caseless shells. His men were being cautious but thorough.
Then to his crew he said. "Ok, lets move ahead. Carefully. Gunners stay sharp."
He could go up the hill and attack those left by the turbine. Certainly they would be waiting for him. But range, armor and fire power were in his favor.
Or he could go after the rig. Without the rig there would be no escape. But moving into the town was risky. Too many places for ambush.
"Sergeant, deploy your squad ahead and to the flanks." He said.
The sergeant gave his orders.
This squad, eight men, each covered from head to toe with a new ceramic encased combat armor, each carrying 20 mm "over and under" assault weapons with grenade launchers, and each carrying plenty of ammo.
The Sergeant split his squad into two fire teams, each of four men. They took positions on either flank. Veterans of past battles they knew that the streets were often deathtraps in house-to-house fighting. Instead they would move through each building, using grenades to clear their way.
On either side of the road, a Grey threw a grenade into a house. They waited till the grenade exploded filling the building with lethal sharpnel and rushed in. IN their armor they were impervious to the metal shards.
The commander waited to hear the BUUURRRRPP of 20 mm caseless shells. His men were being cautious but thorough.
Then to his crew he said. "Ok, lets move ahead. Carefully. Gunners stay sharp."
Carib FMJ
Nuka-Cola Chaser
A sniper's prospective
Rama grabbed one of the spare long range sniper rifles and some of the remaining ammunition. This wouldn't be clay pigeon shooting, but it would have to do for now. Nothing worst then urban warefare. It was horror and demoralizing. New York was ground zero for that method of guriella tactics.
The bullets of .308 were hardened with uranium. These babies would melt through most light and some heavy armors withe ease of a butter knife.
Laying prone under some rubble, Rama kept the distance. Fixing the scope lense, he could make out some vague images of men in Grey uniforms. Mark II combat armor by the look and they weren't packing light.
Rama grabbed one of the spare long range sniper rifles and some of the remaining ammunition. This wouldn't be clay pigeon shooting, but it would have to do for now. Nothing worst then urban warefare. It was horror and demoralizing. New York was ground zero for that method of guriella tactics.
The bullets of .308 were hardened with uranium. These babies would melt through most light and some heavy armors withe ease of a butter knife.
Laying prone under some rubble, Rama kept the distance. Fixing the scope lense, he could make out some vague images of men in Grey uniforms. Mark II combat armor by the look and they weren't packing light.
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*Maggotville*
From his concealed position, Eric slowly watched as the grunts moved from house to house with the APC as extra cover.
"Come on, just a little bit closer."
When the Greys finally were within range, Eric decided to go for the point man from the forward team.
"Breathe steady, move with your target, slowly squeeze". The asian felt the rifle butt jerking back as he sent a round into the point mans neck.
As he dropped, the rest immediately took cover either in houses or behind the APC.
"Serves ya right for coming after us".
The greys returned fire but it was too late.
Eric was already moving to his next ambush spot.
From his concealed position, Eric slowly watched as the grunts moved from house to house with the APC as extra cover.
"Come on, just a little bit closer."
When the Greys finally were within range, Eric decided to go for the point man from the forward team.
"Breathe steady, move with your target, slowly squeeze". The asian felt the rifle butt jerking back as he sent a round into the point mans neck.
As he dropped, the rest immediately took cover either in houses or behind the APC.
"Serves ya right for coming after us".
The greys returned fire but it was too late.
Eric was already moving to his next ambush spot.
Carib FMJ
Nuka-Cola Chaser
The first man going down gave Rama a sigh of relief. Meaning his Asian comrade hit somebody, and hit them hard.
From his angle, he saw the grey outline of a helmet trying to take cobver next to some busted wreck.
The next feeling was the butt kicking into Rama's hard shoulder a .308 round bypassed combat hemlet andexited through the skull, spreading cranal matter all over the place.
A red mark on the wall with some grey and white bits.
One for me... one for you. Rama chuckled in the back of his mind.
From his angle, he saw the grey outline of a helmet trying to take cobver next to some busted wreck.
The next feeling was the butt kicking into Rama's hard shoulder a .308 round bypassed combat hemlet andexited through the skull, spreading cranal matter all over the place.
A red mark on the wall with some grey and white bits.
One for me... one for you. Rama chuckled in the back of his mind.
welsh
Junkmaster
Rama didn't have to wait long for return fire.
Moments later, the air around him was full with debrie being blowing into the air. What ever ammo the Greys were packing, it was sturdy stuff. The walls around him were quickly desolved into dust as 20 mm bullets tore the structure apart.
Rama quickly turned and crawled away, his only refuge being that the Greys had yet to see him.
Moments later, the air around him was full with debrie being blowing into the air. What ever ammo the Greys were packing, it was sturdy stuff. The walls around him were quickly desolved into dust as 20 mm bullets tore the structure apart.
Rama quickly turned and crawled away, his only refuge being that the Greys had yet to see him.
welsh
Junkmaster
Eric had moved back to take another shot. Retreat and shoot, retreat and shoot, a simple strategy. But each time he shot the Greys would hit his position with a fury of grenades and shells.
The Greys were also more careful now. Moving slowly with significant suppressive fire. They also seemed to have a good idea where Kilrick's crew were, probably motion sensors. Twice more Eric had tried a shot, and twice more he had been forced to evade.
He had gone back further this time, hoping to catch a quick breath of air. His eyes were on a building opposite of him, where he thought he saw movement.
For a long moment he watched the building, almost willing something to move.
ANd then it did, many. Moving through the building. Small, dark, hairy ape-like shapes with long taloned claws. He locked eyes on one, and the creature opened it's jaws revealing mishapped if jagged teeth.
Eric pulled his rifle to his shoulder. But the thing had disappeared and the building was silent again.
Maggots.
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Rama thanks the shelter of old table as he crawled out of the building even it's roof came down in pieces around him. First the front wall than the rest. He scurried through a hole in the back, rolled over and then into another dove into another buildings as he could hear a series of grenades explode where his shelter had been.
Down on the floor, he quickly checked his body and gear to see if either had been damaged. Then reload his rifle.
He didn't finish it. Above him, not more than a foot above his head, the wall was pulverized by 20mm shells, destroying the structure. Rama, down on his belly, scurried across the floor as another building began to come down on him.
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They had come to town. Troops fanned out on either flanks. Two of their troopers down. Now they were being careful.
I waited on a parrallel street to the left of their attack. They were moving carefully, from building to bulding, trying to prevent an ambush.
I took the launcher and nodded to Jake. We'd try for a hit from the side or rear. Quietly we moved through the buildings, trying to get behind the Greys.
I had moved through one of the buildings when suddenly my foot went through the floor and my body collapsed. Jake was moving ahead of me and didn't hear the fall.
Then I felt something sharp scrape my leg. With renewed force I yanked up my leg through the floor.
Maggots.
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Ziej had also taken a rocket launcher and was moving from the other side. He could hear the fire the Greys were throwing in front of him. With him, Aaron was riding shotgun.
"Fucking Maggots. I can feel them." Whispered Aaron.
"Don't sweat it mate. They'll leave us well enough today." Said Ziej.
Low and quick, they moved up the street to take a position behind a ruined car. They ducked as a Grey fire team moved across the street and into the next building.
Zeij smiled to Aaron. "Now we going to tag us an armored vehicle, eh?"
He slowly came up, rocket launcher on his shoulder. He peered through the sight, but the road was dusty. One shot.
The turret in view.
Fire.
A plume of smoke and the rocket went spirallying towards the APC, it's armor piercing head backed by a high explosive charge.
Ziej smiled, it would make a lovely explosion.
ANd it would have, had it not hit the turret and bounched off, deflected, climbing into the sky where it went off without damaging anyone.
Zeij's smile was frozen. It wasn't supposed to happen like that.
Aaron yelled at him. "Lets get the fuck out of here," and already was run into a nearby building.
Zeij turned to follow, but by then the turret had come around.
Aaron turned to see where his partner was only to see the man suddenly cut in half in a hail of 20 mm shells.
The Greys were also more careful now. Moving slowly with significant suppressive fire. They also seemed to have a good idea where Kilrick's crew were, probably motion sensors. Twice more Eric had tried a shot, and twice more he had been forced to evade.
He had gone back further this time, hoping to catch a quick breath of air. His eyes were on a building opposite of him, where he thought he saw movement.
For a long moment he watched the building, almost willing something to move.
ANd then it did, many. Moving through the building. Small, dark, hairy ape-like shapes with long taloned claws. He locked eyes on one, and the creature opened it's jaws revealing mishapped if jagged teeth.
Eric pulled his rifle to his shoulder. But the thing had disappeared and the building was silent again.
Maggots.
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Rama thanks the shelter of old table as he crawled out of the building even it's roof came down in pieces around him. First the front wall than the rest. He scurried through a hole in the back, rolled over and then into another dove into another buildings as he could hear a series of grenades explode where his shelter had been.
Down on the floor, he quickly checked his body and gear to see if either had been damaged. Then reload his rifle.
He didn't finish it. Above him, not more than a foot above his head, the wall was pulverized by 20mm shells, destroying the structure. Rama, down on his belly, scurried across the floor as another building began to come down on him.
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They had come to town. Troops fanned out on either flanks. Two of their troopers down. Now they were being careful.
I waited on a parrallel street to the left of their attack. They were moving carefully, from building to bulding, trying to prevent an ambush.
I took the launcher and nodded to Jake. We'd try for a hit from the side or rear. Quietly we moved through the buildings, trying to get behind the Greys.
I had moved through one of the buildings when suddenly my foot went through the floor and my body collapsed. Jake was moving ahead of me and didn't hear the fall.
Then I felt something sharp scrape my leg. With renewed force I yanked up my leg through the floor.
Maggots.
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Ziej had also taken a rocket launcher and was moving from the other side. He could hear the fire the Greys were throwing in front of him. With him, Aaron was riding shotgun.
"Fucking Maggots. I can feel them." Whispered Aaron.
"Don't sweat it mate. They'll leave us well enough today." Said Ziej.
Low and quick, they moved up the street to take a position behind a ruined car. They ducked as a Grey fire team moved across the street and into the next building.
Zeij smiled to Aaron. "Now we going to tag us an armored vehicle, eh?"
He slowly came up, rocket launcher on his shoulder. He peered through the sight, but the road was dusty. One shot.
The turret in view.
Fire.
A plume of smoke and the rocket went spirallying towards the APC, it's armor piercing head backed by a high explosive charge.
Ziej smiled, it would make a lovely explosion.
ANd it would have, had it not hit the turret and bounched off, deflected, climbing into the sky where it went off without damaging anyone.
Zeij's smile was frozen. It wasn't supposed to happen like that.
Aaron yelled at him. "Lets get the fuck out of here," and already was run into a nearby building.
Zeij turned to follow, but by then the turret had come around.
Aaron turned to see where his partner was only to see the man suddenly cut in half in a hail of 20 mm shells.
I ran away from the group and reached the top of a building nearby. I saw the Greys firing at Aaron. I took a deep breath and loaded a .308 round into the rifle. I covered it with a rag to make it fire more stealthy.
I fired.
Unluckily, the bullet went by the right arm of my target. Anyway, the Greys who saw the hole in the wall made by someone shooting from other direction. I backed off that they couldn't see me and started to reload wathcing what happens now.
I fired.
Unluckily, the bullet went by the right arm of my target. Anyway, the Greys who saw the hole in the wall made by someone shooting from other direction. I backed off that they couldn't see me and started to reload wathcing what happens now.
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