We Will Fight Them on the Beaches...[Dan]

[Aksel Bavenn]

OOC: This is going to be such a tiny battle, it's almost funny.

Aksel Bavenn took a deep breath as we took his first step on the fine sand of the Italian beaches. It was so sunny. So...peaceful. Not for long, he thought grimly. He couldn't hang about, he knew that much. The beach was thick with scores of trees; whilst generally rather thin and not much use in the long run as cover, they served as a perfect deterrent to the enemy. They would not be much use in stopping a bullet, but how much use is a bullet when you can't see who you are firing out?

In a split second, the boy identified the primary objectives; to capture the platform and the small stretch of ground he guessed to be a trench. The second would presumably be the most difficult to take but it was do-able at least. He had no idea how many men were manning the landing zone but it wouldn't be many; the beach was of no real value to either side, but Aksel and his companions were cannon fodder after all. And every little counted, he supposed.

"Johannes, Bastian, Guido, with me," he hissed, signalling to three of his companions, all three of them even younger than Aksel. "We can concentrate on the trench; Meinard, Ingolf," he added, nodding at the other two hulking individuals, fifteen and sixteen respectively. "Move through the trees and take the platform and...try not to be killed,"

He didn't think the enemy had seen him yet - there was some distance between the two groups and the trees would shield their positions relatively well – but it wouldn't be long until they were identified as a threat. And so, the boys made their way through the trees, either to die or to live in guilt in the name of those who would never made it.


Key

Aksel is Brown.
The Privates:
- Johannes Theodor
- Heribert Meinard
- Sigiswald Ingolf
- Bastian Jan
- Guido Korbinian
are Blue.

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC: I cheated; I know you are here.
Key: Daniel is green.
The Privates: James Braeburn (Red)
Donald McClosky (Red)
Henry Hawkins (Red)


The warm Italian sun beamed down on the four US soldiers guarding the beach. Each of them held a relaxed composure, lying down in the shade of the trench to get out of the sun. Braeburn and Hawkins were playing a slow game of cards, McClosky was dozing in a corner of the trench and Daniel just sat there smoking a cigarette with his back to the wall of the trench; doing absolutely nothing. They had been somewhat jokingly informed by the high command to guard this stretch of the beach against enemy invasion. Apparently there were rumours of a fleet of enemy ships gathering out to sea and they were going to land in numerous different places all up the Italian coastline. Most CO’s discarded these rumours as false, but they still shoved a few small groups of men out to the beaches “just in case”. So far the ‘squad’ had seen no sign of the enemy. Well, that was until they heard the noises of the landing craft.

The GI’s immediately shot up from their relaxed positions, grabbing helmets and rifles as they went. Daniel peered through the barbed wire, but was unable to see the beach due to the few trees that had somehow managed to grow in the sandy soil. ”McClosky, get over to the tree line and see what you can see” Daniel hissed. The newly recruited Private nervously stepped up the small ramp out of the trench and loped over to the nearest of the trees. He peered out from behind the tree trunk towards the sea. He saw what he wanted to see – or rather, what he didn’t want to see and he scooted back to report to the NCO. ”Sergeant, it’s a small German boat coming in to drop off its load. ‘Looked like it was carrying about a squad of men!” he gasped.

”Damn it!” Daniel muttered to himself. Just what he wanted; to get in to a fight with a larger force of German troops. ”Hawkins get up onto that platform and try and hit a few Germans. Braeburn, take the north of the trench, McClosky, take the south. I’ll set up in the middle.” The normal way to attack a trench was to just toss a grenade in it and Daniel tried to space out his men so one grenade wouldn’t kill them all. Luckily Daniel had been given something that he could use properly to defend the beaches from attack; a machine-gun. He hoisted the Johnson Light machine-gun up onto the wall of the trench with its bi-pod attached. He checked the cumbersome magazine was in place correctly. He set the rate of fire to 200 rounds a minute; they were only up against a small force of men and he wouldn’t be able to aim properly enough to hit any of them if he set it to 600. He aimed down the sights towards the trees with his finger rested lightly on the trigger. He was ready to start firing at a moments notice.

[Aksel Bavenn]

The trees was the boys' fortress and he was intent on holding the woodland stronghold.

Suddenly, he halted and tapped his hand against Bastian's shoulder so he would follow suit. The enemy had evidently seen the landing and were initiating defensive positions. Aksel cursed. Without the element of surprise, the boys' advantage had diminished greatly. Glancing over at Guido and Johannes in the thick trees just to the East, he could see that they too had stopped and were observing the foe cautiously.

Staging an all-out assault on the trench would be a nightmare, or so Aksel reckoned. No, the best plan would be to stay where they were and maybe open fire on the enemy from their current positions.

He brought his weapon to his shoulder and tensed, takin careful aim. The boy breathed deliberately ; he was the hunter and his target was the hunted. And hopefully, soon to be no more. Aksel knew that every shot counted, the first one or two even more so, and so he made sure that his aim was as close to perfect as he could get it.

The boy signalled to Guido in the trees; the Italian teenager didn't need to be told twice. He pulled the trigger on his own rifle, aiming towards the American in the Northern end of the trench. The shot would serve as a distraction; the second the shot made contact or otherwise sliced off target, Aksel would send his own carefully aimed shot through the sky towards the same, now distracted private.

The instant he had fired, Gudio and Johannes dived to the floor where they lay prone so that any return fire would hopefully be ineffective. It ran like clockwork; as the teenagers reached the soft sand, Aksel pulled his own trigger with careful deliberation and the second shot of the day flew towards the Northern private.

Cloaked by the cover of the trees and his ghillie suit, Aksel knelt down, rested his weapon on a different, but equally sturdy branch, and sent a further two shots towards the machine gunner, who seemed to be the trench's commander; Bastian joined him a split second after the first shot had rang out.

Deciding that enough measures had been taken to cause substantial havoc in the trench, Aksel and Bastian stopped firing, as did Guido and Johannes who had been sending a handul of shots towards the Southernmost private. They had been trained well; sending a degree of shots towards many different targets would almost certainly convince the enemy that there were more of them than there really were.

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The only boys who moved were Heribert Meinard and Sigiswald Ingolf, the two young soldiers to the South. Using their companions' fire as cover, they moved almost silently through the woodlands towards a second batch of trees, slightly closer to the raised platform than their initial position. They split up as they neared their target; Meinard moved slightly to the North while Ingolf stood almost directly before the platform, his eagle-like eyes never leaving the lone figure of the private who manned it.

Meinard raised three grubby fingers and slowly and deliberately removed one; Ingolf understood. When the last finger had dropped, the boys squeezed their respective triggers and their shots flew towards their mark at lightning speed. As their friends had done before them, they too dived down, although their gaze never left that of the platform that both hoped would soon be covered in American blood.

[Nathan Whyte]

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Y'know, this is the second battle I'm modding involving HJ. It's almost like I enjoy having them killed.

• Guido's young arms didn't have the strength to hold the rifle accurately towards the American. As expected, the first round thudded in to the ground near the target, causing the American's all to jump and look carefully.
  
  
• The recoil of the rifle and the time taken to cock it and re-aim meant that a lot of fire came down on Guido from his target. The American got on to him quickly, emptying an entire en bloc at the target to try and stop a second shot. With the rate of fire, none of the bullets hit, the rounds either cracking in to trees, or thudding in to the sand, sending up small clouds. However, Guido was terrified, and the young man's next bullet went wide.
  
  
• Aksel firing was a bit more succesful. As the American blatted about for another clip, the young German managed to get a round into the soldiers upper-right arm, the bullet lodging in the thick muscle of the Yank. A fearsome scream has erupted from the American, and he has dropped below the edge of the trench to lick his wounds.
  
  
• Although Aksel had a Ghillie suit, it didn't serve to stop his rifle, or his muzzle fire from being spotted. S/SGT Brennan spotted the small burst of flames, and brought his Johnson around. He fired off a burst at Aksel to some success. Although a direct hit wasn't made, the rounds smacked in to the branches of the tree, and a large splinter imbedded itself about two centimeters deep in to Aksel's leg, causing the muscle to spasm wildly at the boy to suffer extreme pain.
  
  
• Bastian had rolled out from the trees to try and get a better shot at Brennan when the Johnson fired, and sent a wild shot off that hit the muddy wall of the trench and nothing else. He quickly resumed cover behind a trunk to attempt to help Aksel.
  
  
• Guido and Johannes at the north, attempting to fire upon the southern most private, found their view and shots obstructed by a tree, and couldn't get accurate shots on to the target, and only served to give the lower a branches a pruning.
  
  
• The American on the platform had dropped to one knee to try and get some fire on to the enemy, and was searching vainly for a target. The two Hitler Junge had the element of surprise, and their two round hit him in the chest. One round hit the diaphragm, which will cause breathing problems, and the other was stopped by a a rib, the bone cracking in the process.
  
  
• Unless he gets First Aid within the next few posts, he could come out in a very bad way.

Next Post:[/u] Mr. Brennan.[/color]

[Daniel Brennan]

The Germans showed themselves abruptly with an assault along the entire allied front. Bullets thudded into the earth around the trench and Daniel saw Braeburn dropped with a bullet to his shoulder. Germans must not be very good shots… Daniel thought to himself before he turned the Johnson MG on a German soldier that had just fired at him. He fired a burst of 5 or 6 rounds at the camouflaged attacker, but it didn’t look like any hit, or did serious damage. ”Who the hell wears a Ghillie suit on a beach?!” McClosky yelled indignantly. Daniel ignored the rhetorical question and looked around. Braeburn looked alright, apart from the obvious shoulder injury and McClosky was uninjured like Daniel. Hawkins, however, was more seriously injured. His injuries had knocked him to the ground and judging by the amount of blood showing, it was a serious injury.

Daniel thought quickly before he started barked out orders. ”McClosky, help out Hawkins by putting some suppressing fire down on the men attacking him. Fire from the entrance of the trench so he won’t be bothered by these louts in front of the trench. Braeburn, here, take my pistol. You don’t need two hands to fire that and the Krauts are well within its range.” With one hand he pulled the pistol from its holster and tossed it light across to Braeburn. Braeburn flicked off the safety and picked himself up off the ground. In the middle of a fire fight was not the best time to be attending to a wound. Daniel turned back to the Johnson and quickly lined it up at a couple of Krauts – one of them the one in the Ghillie suit. He made him his priority as he was probably a sniper who would be easily able to pick off the men in the trench one by one. He pulled down on the trigger for a couple of seconds, sending about ten rounds towards the two. The Johnson had an ‘in-line’ recoil system which meant that instead of the recoil going upwards, it was directed straight back into Daniels shoulder which reduced muzzle rise and made the weapon very accurate for a Machine-gun. He sent the remaining four or five rounds in the magazine towards the same targets; just for luck.

As Daniel ducked down low for a few seconds to reload the Johnson Braeburn took it as his cue to start firing. He bumped upwards and raised the pistol; lining it up at the body of a German soldier who hopefully had been suppressed by Daniels barrage. He popped off two rounds towards the German, happy to be free of the weighty rifle, before ducking down again. Daniel finished reloading and turned the Johnson towards a new target; the small group of Germans to the north. He pulled the trigger twice and two rounds of about six bullets sped on their way towards human flesh. On a spur of the moment he decided McClosky’s shots towards the southern group wouldn’t be enough and he turned and fired the remainder of his second clip to the south. He reloaded for the second time in less than a minute and turned towards the enemy in front of him again. He tried to keep himself as low in the trench as possible, with only his helmet providing a target for the Germans.

As this was going on McClosky had dropped to one knee just at the entrance to the trench. He wasn’t presenting himself as a target to the Germans to the north because he was down below the ground level and he was still a very small target for the southern group. He raised his M1 Garand towards the nearest target and fired two shots. He paused: ”Hawkins, try and pull back a little!” he shouted, before firing another two bullets at the same target. Hawkins heard the shout and crawled painfully towards the edge of the platform; being careful to hold onto his rifle.

[Nathan Whyte]

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Master....Master....Master of puppets, pullingyour strings...

Apt, no?

• McClosky, firing towards the German boy, managed to score some hits. The boy had tried running to some cover, and the American shooting several bullets managed to hit the rear of the Nazi knee-cap.
  
• The bullet went straight through the muscle, hitting the platella, cracking the bone, causing the boy to fall down, drop his rifle and clasp his knee in agony, in a type of "Please don't shoot, and I may surrender!" way. McClosky stopped firing there, and kept an eye on the German.
  
  
• Braeburn, firing with the .45 pistol, his double-tap proved ineffective, as the pain caused his arm to sway more than it would normally.
  
  
• As this was happening, the Axis forces on the beach were firing back, but the trench, and therefore the low amount of the men showing meant that these rounds were uneffective, however...
  
  
• Daniel Brennan, emptying the remainder of the clip towards Aksel managed to suppress the boy who had fallen to the ground due to his leg pain. Aksel managed to painfully pull himself behind the tree to avoid fire, but hasn't been able to return fire.
  
  
• As Mr. Brennan resurfaced to fire again, a barrage of German lead caused him to drop down and flail his arms as he came up. Unfortunatrely, as he did this, he knocked the Johnson. The very hot barrel pressed against his arm, creating a large burn on his right forearm, that will be very painful, and suscepitble to infection unless dealt with.
  
  
• Firing towards the group to the north, his round impacted with the tree, and caused the soldiers morale to drop further. They are boys, not men, and shouldn't be here by rights. It is all too easy to run, and this though is certainly crossing their mind. They haven't been hit yet, but a lot of fire is comnig to pin them down, and their commander's words may be the only thing that keeps them on the battlefield.
  
  
• The same can be said for the unit to the South, who is low against the ground, the trees blocking him from fire. He is also scared, and could do with a bit of a bucking up.
  

Next Post[/u]: Aksel "Luther's Dinner" Bevan[/color]

[Aksel Bavenn]

The blue line on my map was Hawkins moving AWAY from your guys, not TOWARDS them, ya eejit.

I used the original battle map for this one cos of all the firing lines on your one. I hadn't noticed that he'd moved at all.

OOC: Green line is grenade throw.

It was only as the American shots came that Aksel realised that he was actually on a battlefield. And fighting for his life. The pain in his leg was horribly intense but he knew he had to shrug it off or he would die. He wasn't a boy crying for mummy. He was a soldier. He had to be.

"Shoot zurück, Jungen, schießen zurück!" he yelled, in a voice braver than he felt. "Kommen auf, was sind Sie? Französisch oder Deutsch?"

The boys let out a vicious battle cry and redoubled their efforts. Aksel assessed the situation rapidly. The American on the platform was badly wounded, that was clear. Another, to the north of the trench had suffered a minor wound and the commander, it seemed, was in a severe amount of pain although Aksel was not entirely sure why. The boys weren't avoid of casualties entirely, however. Ingolf was in a bad way and was almost entirely at the mercy of the enemy.

Aksel signalled for the boys who stood hard by - Guido, Bastian and Johannes - to give him covering fire. The first shot was from Bastian, a carefully aimed shot at the enemy in the North of the trench, backed up by a series of quick shots from Guido at the same target. Johannes, meanwhile, opened fire on the Southern American who was concentrating on the Southern boys, split up from the rest of the group. Taking his chance as the Southern enemy was distracted by Johannes' shots, Meinard also sent a bullet slicing through the air towards him, in a determined bid to help his wounded comrade, Ingolf.

Taking the initiative, Ingolf crawled into the denser cover of directly behind the trunk and, ignoring the pain as best he could, sent a shot towards the wounded American on the platform. He was clearly in a bad way and Ingolf was aware that a couple more shots would be more than enough to finish him off.

Aksel didn't waste any time. As the shots came thick and fast, he charged through the trees, stooped low, taking advantage of the machine gunner's wound. He leaned his weapon on a thick branch of the tree and, adrenaline coursing through his body, sent three shots in quick succession firing towards him. He didn't care if he didn't hit, although of course that was the purpose of the objective. He just wanted him down and out for the next stage of the battle.

He grabbed at the stick grenade from his belt and expertly pulled the cord that hung down from the detonator, even as his comrades continued their second wave of firing. He unscrewed the base cap, and knew he had a matter of seconds to aim. He counted to three and sent the weapon hurtling towards the centre of the trench, where the gunner was located. Hopefully, the blast would render the machine gun useless and perhaps even wound - or kill - the gunner himself.

You can live in hope, Aksel thought to himself grimly. He turned again to his rifle and pulled the trigger once more, this time aiming for the Southern private. Overkill was always handy...

Fings wot 'appened

1. Gudio, Bastian and Johannes (northern boys) open fire on the enemy, giving Aksel cover to move forwards. Meinard, the uninjured Southern private, sent a shot towards McClosky as the American came under fire from one of the Northern boys.

2. Ingolf, the injured Southern boy, crawls into better cover and shoots the American on the platform.

3. Aksel sends a few shots towards Brennan, before throwing a grenade into the centre of the trench in a bid to blow up the Johnson LMG.

[Nathan Whyte]

Them 'fings 'appened, eh?

• Aksell fighting on, despite his wounds and rallying his boys has inspired them slightly, and given them the bravery to fight on. Brennans screams of pain from the trench have given them courage. Perhaps too much...
  
• The Allies in the trench weren't standing still, they were moving from side to side, and crouching up and down, making sure they didn't offer targets. Bastian, trying to get an accurate shot down wan't able to get a bead, and missed. Braeburn quickly emptied the remainder of his magazine towards the enemy, causing Bastian to push himself down in to the sand, thinking it may give him so extra cover. It appeared to work, as he avoided getting hit.
  
  
• Braeburn dropped below the edge of the trench to reload, and the boys firing failed to hit him, showering him with a mixture of sand and mud, but nothing deadly.
  
  
• Meinard couldn't fire accurately towards McLosky, as the trees in the way obscured his shot. As you said, each block is multiple trees.
  
  
• The second Ingolf tried moving, dragging his injured leg, McLosky fired to kill, hitting the German in the head and causing him to fall forward, staring lifelessly in to the sand. Needless to say, this terrified Meinard, seeing a friend die so close to him. He pushed his hands in to the sand, his nerve broken, and ran back to the bottom-right bunch of trees, shaking like a leaf.
  (I know the HK weren't just boys, but they were still children!)
  
  
• Aksel fired towards Daniel, but he was quickly met by even more shots. Miraculously, he didn't fall on his leg, or get hit by fire. The same can't be said about when he went to throw the grenade. His leg gave away as he lifted himself to throw, causing the explosive to fall short. It landed about a meter in front of the trench. Once again, Dan dropped below, making sure the LMG didn't fall on him, before climbing back to his feet after the explosion
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[Daniel Brennan]

Daniel yelped loudly as his flailing arm knocked against the roasting hot barrel of the MG, singing a few layers of skin. ”Shit, shit, shit !” He muttered to himself, almost comically. This was a bad day to be wearing short sleeves. He tried to ignore the pain and he picked himself off the floor and continued firing away at his targets. Damn those Italian trees! It was almost impossible for him to get a single bullet to hit. Any tree branch of reasonable size was enough to deflect the bullets uselessly to one side. He needed to come up with better tactics fast, although there weren’t any options. If he tried launching a counter-attack then he would be slaughtered. It was clear that the enemy had twice as much able bodied men as him. No, he would have to try and wait out the attack. Let the Krauts come out from behind their trees and then they would see who was boss!

A hail of bullets announced an attempt to overrun the trench. Daniel saw the lone German moving forward and tried to stop him in his tracks, but the bullets kicking up the sand all around him were a small bit of a deterrent. His eyes widened as he saw the grenade in the German’s hand, but there wasn’t time to respond properly. He breathed a sigh of relief as the unusually short German tripped just as he threw the grenade and it landed in front of the trench instead. He ducked down as pieces of shrapnel flew through the air, but he got out of it unharmed. He took a moment to glance around. Braeburn appeared to be doing alright; the adrenaline shooting through his veins was helping to dull the pain. At his right side McClosky fired a single shot from his M1-Garand. ”One Kraut down, Sergeant.” he confirmed to Daniel.

”Good work, Donnie.” Stupid recruits... takes them five fucking minutes to hit a German from five feet away... Daniel thought darkly. ”McClosky, keep some fire up on the remaining German over there. Braeburn, you need to get over to the platform and get Hawkins behind cover. I’ll cover you!” Daniel grabbed the Johnson and quickly aimed at the German that had just tried to throw the grenade. He squeezed the trigger and about half a dozen bullets came out the muzzle. This time it was from point-blank range and there were barely any trees to get in the way. Braeburn started running, crouched down almost double as McClosky switched to a new target and started steadily firing off shots. It was only a distance of a couple of metres to the concrete platform and Braeburn reached it in a second. He crouched down behind it and hissed at Hawkins to crawl towards him. Hawkins groaned and started slowly crawling towards Braeburn, the immense pain in his chest forcing him to quicken up. He didn’t want to be shot again. Braeburn could see the blood forming on his comrade’s shirt and he tried to get Hawkins down as quickly and painlessly as possible. He dragged Hawkins down on top of him, letting himself be a human pillowcase. It was crude, but it worked... kind of. Hawkins lay down on his back and concentrated on getting the air in and out of his lungs.

Daniel’s tried to make his mind think quickly. Hawkins was in a bad way and as much as he disliked all new recruits, he didn’t want to see the man die. He fired another burst at the Germans to make them keep their heads down as his hand grabbed at a grenade. He needed a strong throw to make the grenade reach the Germans back near the sea. It was the only way to clear the Germans that he could think of. He pulled the pin and drew his arm back. He tossed the grenade hard toward the sea. The good thing was that the Grenade only had to land somewhat near to the Krauts and they would be completely peppered with large splinters from the trees.

[Nathan Whyte]

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• Brennan, firing his Johnson towards the fallen Aksel who was clawing through the sand trying to get to cover, the Irish Staff Sergeant shot through the muscle in Aksel's right calf and thigh. That leg is pretty much useless now.
  
  Aksel, retreat will be extremely difficult now if you choose that option, as your leg won't be able to hold out any more than a step.

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[/li][li] Aksel managed to find the strength to wrap his arms around a tree and haul himself to cover before any further damage could be dealt.

[/li][li] McClosky (it always takes me 5 attempts to spell his name right...) firing towards Meinard, completely missed the target and served to bolster the boy's spirit who rolled out to return fire. None of his bullets hit either, the trench lip absorbing fire.

[/li][li] Braeburn, crawling across the platform was only pushed onwards by the knowledge he's die if he didn't move fast. However, as he was yanked off the platform, he slipped from conciousness from the effort. Braeburn had the sense to give some basic first aid, and begin putting compression on the wounds to try and stop blood flow.

[/li][li] Throwing the grenade, Daniel over threw it, causing it to land in the sand just behind Guido and Johannes (I think? The two top-right corner privates.) In a moment of bravery, Johannes threw Guido to the floor to try and save his comrade and leapt upon him.

[/li][li] Guido was saved from harm, but Johannes's legs were severly peppered with shrapnel, and a few pieces got further up his back. He is in a lot of pain now, but it isn't life-threatening.
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Next Post:[/u] Aksel. You know what to do...[/color]

[Aksel Bavenn]

OOC: No map. One shot fired. Boys retreat, Aksel surrenders.

Aksel collapsed pathetically. There was no hope for them, he knew that. He had known that the second he had placed his steady boot on the beach's sandy floor. Ingolf was dead, his sightless eyes staring eerily up at the red Italian sun but the others were still alive, still fighting. There was hope for them at least.

With his last ounce of strength, he balanced his weapon on a thick branch and feeling as if he would faint from concentration, he sent a single shot screeching towards the unconscious American on the platform, a still target. Hopefully, the unconscious man would never wake up.

The boy thought of signalling for a renewed attack but dismissed this as stupidity. They had lost and he knew it. He could barely move, it was too late for him. His only task was to make sure his companions made it to safety.

"Run!" he roared at them. "Run!"

They didn't need to be told twice. Guido dragged the wounded Johannes through the wilderness towards the sparkling sea where a small boat stood, its crew horrified but unable to do anything as their young charges were seemingly cut down. Bastian and a scarred Meinard bolted through the trees after them, not daring to fire off any final shots in case of retalliation from the enemy.

As - or a few seconds before - his friends fled, Aksel moved out into the open and threw his weapon to the ground. He held up his hands in surrender and looked directly into the eyes of the American gunner. The shock at seeing a child staring him down might distract him and allow his friends to escape, that was all Aksel cared about.

"Please," he said, speaking in English, a language he knew well and also knew he hated. "Do not shoot. Please."

[Nathan Whyte]

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Yay for carnage!

• Well, there isn't much to say. Basically, the NPC's all got away fine.
  
• Aksel's shot doesn't count as the American wasn't on the platform, he'd been dragged behind it. Concrete has been known to be bulletproof.
  
• And Aksel is now prisoner of the 3ID
  

OK, the easy person first.

HJ Bavenn - You are now PoW to the 3ID. No CP awarded, and Dan gets all of your stuff.

S/SGT Brennan - 30CP - You've won, although from the offset it was quite obvious this battle was in your favour, as you had a superior position and fire superiority. In your possession:
- Gewehr 43K (10CP)
- Steilhandgrenate (8CP)
- Ghillie Suit - Rhys started with it, and should still be wearing it, really :/ (10CP)
- The Journal. This can't be sold, and you can do what you like with it. Confiscate it, let Aksel keep it, I don't really care.

This was quite a good battle the pair of you, but as I said, Dan had a massive advantage from the start, and he just had to stand in one position and shoot. Perhaps Rhys if you'd used smoke or something else very cleverly, it may've been different, but there you go. Dan, I'll have to trust you to do the CP as I'm too junior. Please just post when you're done so that you don't get double CP. I'm sure you'd hate that.[/color]

[Daniel Brennan]

Yo, Nathan. Myself and Aksel had a little plot idea going on here. Sorry we didn't tell you about it; it didn't cross my mind. So, can you please void the above Mod-Post?
Thanks.

[Nathan Whyte]

Fine. Do you want me to just have it at a level where the NPCs escaped and then let you post from there?

[Daniel Brennan]

Ok?