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"I repeat then, we're approaching Frankfurt an der Oder from the west, current distance 5 kilometers, we grabbed what fuel and ammunitions we didn't need ourselves, we have an armed escort of seven tanks and ten IFVs type Fuchs, about twenty trucks... what do you call them, dragon wagons? loaded with supplies, rations and water. if that's a hot zone, telling us now would be appreciated. i'd like to point out, only about a tenth of our guys are proper soldiers so don't expect a miracle"
 
"Sorry but we don't. We are still trying to get a handle on whats going on here. Your too far west of us, if you have any forces in Berlin tell them we're in the Spielbank Casino. Best luck to you out there."

The legionare sighed "well it will have to due for now. We need to get all this into the Casino, are you in charve here?"
 
@FrightorFlight + Soran/Jaeger

Two Corporals under her wing now. Hey new girl, better not fuck up! Marcia could imagine both the dark-skinned lass and Perry to mutter that under their breath to her, but fortunately, nothing of the sort came to pass. And her request had been accepted, which meant that soon their front lines would be bolstered with valuable intelligence. At the same time, Marcia figured this could be a good chance to prove her worth to these combat soldiers. On the other hand, it was a great opportunity to get herself and everyone around her killed.

At least this Frenchwoman- possibly just a Morrocan passing herself off as French for all Marcia knew- had a sense of humor. It was a good thing to have on the battlefield, though now Marcia found herself curious with the joke she had been given. As far as Marcia knew, she wasn't attracted to other women. Men provided the oil to get her motor running, though if the war dragged on and comfort became hard to find, well... Marcia wouldn't be above experimenting.

"Mhmm," Marcia chuckled in reply. She turned towards Perry where she was stationed, then back to Adrea. "Yep, well, I appreciate it. Lotta good-looking people manning the lines. Let's try not to get captured, alright?"

Brilliant Marcia, brilliant. Way to boost morale. Wasn't as if the Russians and their allies were demonized by allied propaganda to be serial rapists or anything. Marcia shook her head and gestured for both Adrea and Perry to come up close, or at the very least lend an ear for what she had to say next. Alas, before she could get started, the Sargeant and PFC from earlier showed up with reports. The Latina Lieutenant realized that she had settled down into a squatting position once Arvid seemed to tower over her, and so she jolted up in alarm and patted down her uniform in a pathetic attempt to look responsible, at least.

"Ah, Sargeant Arvid. Sargeant Major Arvid," Marcia corrected herself. She took the offered paper and, aided by the bleak German overcast, took a gander as Arvid explained the situation. "I see... We've got about... A battalion's worth of men manning the line here. 400 to 500 last I checked, unless there are more AWOL than I realized. So long as we ration fuel and ammunition, or at the very least hope that Ivan sticks to his foxhole, you're right. We should be able to last two months in relative comfort."

Then, to the PFC. (in the hopes that he had come with the Sargeant)

"Woefully undersupplied... At least tell me we've got Band-Aids, Private," Marcia replied in a sarcastic tone. She quickly continued as she read the list that the Sargeant and Private worked on. "Plasma, morphine, bandages, tourniquets, disinfectant, antibiotics and general medicine stores are all either low or not there." The Latina took a deep breath and brushed back a strand of chocolate hair before glaring back up at the Sargeant and Private. "Alright. Good work, both of you. I'll hand this off to the Colonel. Seems like he's taken command of this mess. I'll try and call in to some hospitals and clinics further west and requisition extra supplies. If we can't get anything... No, we'll get something."

With two Corporals, a Sargeant Major and Private gathered around, Marcia figured these few go-getters might be interested in joining up with her utterly foolproof idea.

"Now... Colonel Joffre of the French Foreign Legion has given me permission to form a recon patrol into enemy lines to the east. With HQ giving us the cold shoulder, we don't know what's out there. We have no information whatsoever- nothing on munitions, manpower, nothing. I wanna figure out what we're up against." Still holding onto the Supply Report, Marcia turned and looked every member of the group in the eyes- though Perry's eyes still managed to unnerve the Lt. "I'm thinking 7 to 8 men, myself included with a radioman. Two fireteams for support, or just the squad and nothing more.

"So... Seven men with me. I'm telling you all this... if you want to volunteer and attach yourselves to this recon squad. Sargeant Arvid? I'd love to have you in it, and you too, McNab," Marcia said, referring to the Norwegian and American, respectively. "If you'd like to sit it out, Sargeant, that's fine. It's your decision." Turning to Perry and Adrea, Marcia continued. "But if that's the case, I'd be a Lieutenant leading privates. Two Corporals, however, leading a fireteam each would provide great support on this recon patrol..."
 
Aiden stood at attention while Marcia spoke, his green eyes focused on the Latina’s dark ones. Despite their rather desperate situation, the private found his mind wandering, wondering if maybe the tanned beauty had someone back home- a boyfriend, or maybe a husband... until her eyes met his, and he blushed, looking away for a moment. Hopefully she didn’t notice his awkwardness as he replied.

“Uh. Y-Yes ma’am, I’m definitely up for some scouting,” he stuttered, his gloved hands fidgeting with the strap of his rifle. He took a breath, then continued. “If I may, L.T, I think I’d be best if we kept the team small, so that we don’t draw attention to ourselves.” He motioned with one hand towards the trench and beyond. “We don’t know how many of them are out there, and while I and another sniper might be able to provide some cover, we can’t be everywhere at once.”

Noticing a few stares from the surrounding officers, the blond sniper paled a little, and looked down at his booted feet. “Just, uh... just providing my opinion, ma’am...” he mumbled, realizing that he probably crossed a line into insubordination. “I... just don’t want to see people die needlessly.”
 
Lisa had came in with the last group, Having spent what little time she had been here only staying away from everyone and observing everything and everyone. Not sure if her recent anti-social behavior is due to confusion about the situation, or could it be disbelief? Lisa was only sure of one thing and that is there is something most definitely fucked up going on. She exited the make shift barracks and began to mill around the camp despite how unsure she was with any of it's other occupants. As a sign of respect despite her no longer being in service she still would salute any she passed that out ranked her. Maybe this was partially due to what her mentor had drilled into her head "There is no such thing as an Ex-Marine" Noticing a small group of folks gathered and caught up in some semi loud discussion She would slowly drift in that direction. Looking towards where they were posted.

"Room for another in this conversation?" She asked with a slight chuckle as she gave her head a shake. "You can Call me Coyne (Pronounced Coy-in)" She said offering a nod of her head in greet as she crouched into a squat seemingly pretty relaxed considering how uncomfortable it looks to others. "Any other Squids posted here?" She asked curiously as she gave a quick glance about the camp again.
 
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Marcia glanced over at McNab and, unfortunately for him, noticed the awkwardness. Now any Latina worth their weight in moxie could tell when someone was looking their way or at the very least thinking about them. Marcia had gotten a few looks from some of the soldiers when she first deployed out here with her unit, but the interested looks and cheeky whistles dwindled away just as gradually as the thought that she wouldn't be expected to do much other than logistics work. It was all relative to how close she got to the front, and by now if she got a look, it was usually a hollow one, and if she got a whistle, it was only for comedic relief- a shred of hope offered by one soldier to his adjacent comrade.

Thankfully for the blonde sniper, all Marcia did in response was listen to his advice and cock a small smile. It seemed friendly and genuine enough; even brought on by good humor.

"People dying needlessly? In war? Well, let's hope not," Marcia mumbled with mild sarcasm in her tone. She gestured towards McNab with an open palm. "You make a fair point. I was hoping to be better safe than sorry, but how safe can you be before you're sorry?" That sounded much better in her head, and the Latina hoped everyone got that instead of labeling her as a massive idiot. A quick glance at the other soldiers revealed that they didn't seem to have any objections or words to add, though, again, it was a quick glance. "Alright. That sounds good... Smaller team, smaller risk. Less support, but... less risk. If you're well and truly up for this, then I'll take you along, Private."

Soon a newcomer came upon the ragtag group- another woman to round out the diversity quota. Marcia looked up the soldier, be she dressed in uniform or combat fatigues, and offered her a lazy wave along with a pleasant, welcoming smile. It was always good to see another woman around, though if Marcia were to be wishful, she would have wanted the woman to be Airborne. Didn't matter what gender or race; one's unit and camaraderie within said unit transcended trivial things like gender and race.

"Squids? What do you mean by Squids?" Surely Private McNab and Corporal Perry would know; Marcia herself was out of it on that word. She shrugged and shook her head. "Uh, well... Welcome, Coyne. What're you from?"

As Marcia said this, the forward OP a few meters away from their position would start to buzz with activity. At first it was subtle with some strange radio chatter here and there, but once people started to move around in there and brush shoulders with the French Colonel who had taken command, it was clear that something was going on. What that something was... Well, it didn't seem that any of the people in there knew. Grizzled soldiers or those with even an hour of real combat experience would start to feel their stomach sink as the gentle breeze wisping upon the border fell still and silent. Something bad was about to happen soon. It was only a matter of what and where.
 
She continued to watch and listen quietly doing her best to examine and study each one as thorough as she could from where she was squatting. The blonde pulled her hair back slipping a scrunchie of her wrist onto her hair pulling it back in a tight high ponytail. Finally she stood and moved closer to the group of folks.

"I Am.." She paused. "Erm was USMC.. My mentor told me there is no such thing as an Ex-Marine so let's just say I'm no longer active." She said with a soft chuckle. giving her head a slight shake.

"Squid... you know sailors..." She snickered s it is not common for folks outside the corps or navy to know Marine speak. "So what is our mission.. that is if you don't mind me helping out if I can that is." She sighed softly. then with the atmospheric change She went silent. Picking up a near by rifle with a scope to survey their surroundings in the distance.

"Someone or thing is out there... where who knows, what also noone is sure.. but something is most definitely up." She said with a nod continuing to survey through the rifle's scope.

"I was a Marine Sniper.. Not sure what you demand for a marksman is for what ever the op is. But I'll gladly offer my services if they re needed for what ever you all are planning." She smiled politely extending a hand to each of the others in a friendly gesture.
 
The blond Norwegian NCO smirked as he couldn't help but laugh to himself as she basically jolted herself upward due to the private and his arrival. "Calm down LT, no need to be jumpy" he said in an thick norwegian accent shake his hand after he saluted the officer and listen to the mission that she had gotten approval to carry out. It would be good to get out of the camp and see what the enemy was up to do as just sitting around wasn't doing any good at all. He nodded before speaking "I'm in lieutenant. Someone got to keep a eye on the kids" he spoke looking at the corporals and the private. They would young, but he knew that they could hold their on and as a NCO, it was his job to make sure they got back home.

He listened to Aiden's recommendation and to Marcia's speech. The Spec ops operator nodded agreeing with the Officer. Just then he caught a glimpse of a new woman joining the group as they talked. This one a sniper, he noticed he didn't really see much of rank, but once he heard her voice, it was easy to tell she was a American. As like Marica was lost at the squid comment, so was no. "I'm not that great with American terms, but I don't think any squids are this way inland" he told being serious at the comment. But after afew seconds later at his answer, "oh navy.... I still don't get it. You call yourselves squids." Hr said looking at the Americans in the group "You Americans are weird" he said before watching as the sniper scanned the zone before shaking her hand in return.

"Sargeant Major Arvid Eriksen, Norwegian HJK. That's Special Forces Incase you didn't know" he said as he stood there, he looked calm and laid back, but the feeling of trouble was enough to keep the combated veteran on his toes.
 
The blonde continued to listen to them as they spoke. "I'm Actually Marine Corps... But yes all sailors we refer to them as squids." She said with a soft chuckle. "Typically though only used for seaman." She added with a nod. She Thought a brief moment and then spoke again. "So Might I get mission specifics? and I was curious where is your operations room??" She asked curiously with a polite smile. "Just curious because I'd like to get a look at the maps of the area, namely target zone." She pondered momentarily. "Back in my active days.. 5 man teams could do as much damage as a whole platoon." She said chuckling as in her head she recalled some of her unit's more memorable ops. "So do any of you have any experience as a Marksman's spotter?" She asked the group in an inquisitive fashion. "Also if anyone has any drone experience I have a civi drone with multiple cameras, with several features. So someone can pilot it it has a 250 mile range wireless cameras can transmit to any receiver." She took a hand wiping sweat from her brow then unbuttoning her long sleeve fatigue jacket slipping it off tying it around her waist. Moving over leaning up against a near by structure. "I know since I'm a civi again my input or advice might not be taken into consideration by the military types. But I do have extensive military training and a 95% mission success rating during the time i served." She said with a chuckle. "Still no matter how much I try to advise everyone are of course still free to act accordingly to how they feel best. But I personally suggest we do a thorough recon of the area before running off into the unknown." Shrugging her shoulders giving her head a slight shake. "I do still have some connections some of high importance.. alot of whom still owe me a favor or 2.. If there is a sat phone on hand i could make some calls and get us some support and mission assistance. We will still be responsible for all the leg work... but atleast we can get an assist with the recon." She said in confident tone.
 
Someone shouted something in french, then seeing that Cyone was an American he said "Could you stand out of the way. We're trying to pack up here. All of you if you're not helping up break down get out of the way." They were taking apart the command tent and packing up all the maps and equipment and things were flowing in a running line like ants to and fro as things were being taken from their current position and moving into the Spielbank Casino, a large and much more defensible position across from the park they were in, also a more easily located landmark for people to rally on, indeed, some stragglers and some German militia were already popping up. The French Colonel had already left and was organizing the reassembly of their operations inside the casino.
"You might want to talk to the colonel about all that." Adrea said to the blond, "He's in the Casino. I'm Senior Corporal Adrea Morea, 2nd parachute regiment." She held out her hand to the American. The dark skinned Moroccan woman had a small but strong body, and a face that seemed a little to soft and gentle for a solider. The badges of the French Foreign Legion on her uniform.
 
Coyne listened to the other attentively. "Well I could use the extra exercise.. I'll lend a hand moving everything to the casino." She sid offering a soft and warm smile. "I hope I'm not being too assertive or bossy." She said chuckling. "After all that is not my intentions.. I'm just trying to do my part and help in anyway I can. After all that is what I was trained for." She said with a nod of her head. "I have been a bit restless since my discharge... After all the Military and servitude is all I have ever known." She said in a sincere tone. "I can wait till everything is transferred before I Talk to the Boss." She chuckled. "You have anyone under your command who is skilled and can be spared to play the part of my spotter for assignments?" She asked taking the woman's hand in a strong commanding grip shaking it then releasing and retracting it letting it rest at her side before moving to over to begin grabbing stuff to begin transporting it to the casino as she said she would do.
 
"Sorry, I'm just a grunt. Officers make those decisions not me. Tall to the American lieutenant, or you can talk to Colonel Napoleon. He would probably know getter, at least abiut the legion. I'm reporting to someone else right now, bit see you around." Sue smiled and waved as she went to rejoin Marcia and her small group.
 
"Any additional help is always welcome isn't it lieutenant?" He asked the American Officer as the male crossed his arms over his chest listening to the civilian sniper. It was clear that she knew things that could help. "No really. I seen how some of those drones work. But I never use them. I just follow what the operator told me," he spoke as he noticed that the command tent was being relocated and soon the rest of the camp would be moved to the Casino.

Returning to his attention back to the sniper, he continued to speak, this time on her comment about getting support from friends in high places. He could help but smirk a d shake his head, "good luck with getting ahold of anyone now. High Command pulled the plug and left us to ourselves." He waved his right hand in the air letting the thought be known. "Half if not most of the people on this base want to hang anyone from high command by their toes if they could." He said glancing to the others and wondered what they truly thought of it. He knew that he was upset, no pissed off was a better term for what High command did. After everything that his team and others did to retake Berlin, they were just abandoned and left for themselves.

"I lost my whole team retaking Berlin, a lot of good person died getting to where we are and High Command pulled out and leaves us behind." Hr said looking back at t her retried American woman, "So I don't think you will hear much from them" He said before turning back to Marcia and studying the woman. "What's the plan LT?" He asked her as they had the enough to do the recon mission. "We have at least two teams for the op Ma'am".
 
So much information to process, and so many conversations to sift through... Marcia figured that this other Marine sniper had plenty of experience, but with how she seemed so eager to help despite being a bonafide civilian came off as grating to the Latina. Squatting there with other soldiers and about to head off on a little excursion that could potentially kill them all, Marcia couldn't be judged too harshly for making rash, wild accusations. Coyne was, again, a civilian, and civilians had no place on potential battlefields. This shifted into Marcia's lack of experience, as Coyne presented a wealth of useful information should the Latina come down from her high horse and listen.

"Yeeeaaah," Marcia droned out with sarcasm in response to Arvid's question/comment. She glanced over at the rush of command personnel leaving with their precious tent and raised her eyebrows in concern. "Right now, looks like we're gonna need that help. Something's got those men spooked. I think that Colonel and his party are headed back to the Spielbank Casino. Don't know how good they'll be all the way out th-"

Then, like thunder in the distance, a disgusting, terrifying churning noise reached the front lines. An old Wehrmacht veteran confined to his seat in a nearby building all alone opened his eyes and listened to the droning, for he knew what this meant. He had heard this terrifying sound before so many, many years ago on the Eastern Front, and to this very day, it made his skin crawl and heart race. The old German man sighed, closed his eyes and sat back in his chair as his heart, stressed from the memories and old age, echoed its final beat. The old man was fortunate; he passed in relative peace.

But the unfortunate souls on the front defensive line would bear witness to the awesome power of the Katyusha Rocket as their devilish arsenal streaked towards them from the east.

"Incoming!" Soldiers cried out in their native tongues mere seconds after they heard the noise. "Displace! Displace!"

Though night was far off, the approach of the Katyusha Rockets could easily be seen as they streaked over the Oder River and slammed into the first defensive line. Luckily for the group, the first barrage was inaccurate and missed their position and potential foxholes/defensive structures that they may have ducked into by several yards. However, though the rockets were inaccurate, they were many, and they were devastating. Shrapnel flew through the air along with blood and debris as soldiers were struck down by the indirect artillery fire. Thunderous crashes and deafening booms dominated the area for nearly a minute before things 'calmed down' enough for the soldiers to poke their heads up and take stock of whatever the fuck just happened.

Advancing towards the Stadtbrücke bridge were the Russian forces, and with them was one 1990's T-72 tank. But that wasn't the most unsettling thing. Oh no... What should have made any soldier quake was the second Katyusha Rocket barrage, and it was bound to smash into someone important if they didn't move.

And so it began- the fight for the Stadtbrücke bridge, for East Germany... And for the group? The fight for survival. Marcia Cervantes, with how she sat on her ass, eyes wide with dirt peppered all over her chocolate locks and a pistol held tight in her hands with the safety on, didn't seem to realize that this second, incoming Katyusha Rocket barrage meant getting the hell outta dodge before her toned Latina ass ended up with a shit-ton of shrapnel...
 
“Shit! Cover!”

The words had escaped Aiden’s mouth before he even realized he’d been talking. He’d seen the first round of rockets hit, watched as the soldiers inside those buildings were blown to bits by the resulting explosions. He didn’t see the officers around him move, though he assumed they had; he was a little preoccupied with diving towards a certain Latina sitting on her ass in the middle of the open.

“Marcia!” he bellowed, breaking protocol and calling out her first name as he slammed into her, roughly but effectively scooping her up in one swoop. “Are you fuckin’ crazy?!” He wasn’t sure if she’d been hit; some of the debris and blood had sprayed in the group’s general direction, and he had felt some sort of fluid arc across his face. A red streak ran across the bridge of his nose; blood, but it wasn’t his own. What was his, though, ran down the side of his face from a mild scrape from some debris.

“We gotta move!” he huffed, carrying Marcia in his arms towards a building further back. “There’s more of those missiles incoming!”
 
Coyne sighed softly. "Why do I get the feeling of tension with you?" She asked turning her gaze to the latina. She placed down the current contents she was on her way to the casino with. "If my presence here is going to be a problem.. I can always pack up my gear and move on." She said shaking her head with a chuckle. "I served my entire adult life in the United States Marine corps to protect the american way.. and that did not stop with a discharge.. no.. it just meant that i was able to do more along the way of helping than I could during my time in the service." She just finished getting her thoughts verbalized when the incoming attack along with the loud explosions and surprise sent the Woman diving hitting the dirt merely out of reflex alone. Waiting a few seconds before standing and dusting herself off she quickly retreated back towards the barracks grabbing her gear. "Look.. Standing here fighting out in the open with no cover is a guaranteed death wish.. we need to retreat back to the Casino NOW and regroup.. like the lips of some had mentioned dying for nothing? That's exactly what this will be if we do not fall back NOW!" She said with a stern tone similar to the one she took when commanding her own squad a tone that showed concern and compassion. "I know I'm not in charge Ma'am But I can not let these people die for nothing!" She gave her eyes a roll. "Everyone grab what you can and fall back to the Casino NOW! We can get sharp shooters on the roof.. and give us a fighting fucking chance! oh Got any spare ear piece and throat mic sets? We need to get them to myself and as many of the other soldiers as possible as quickly as possible!" She sighed gripping her gear's straps tightly placing them atop the box she was carrying quickly picking it back up. She turned to Aiden. "Get everyone to safety! We got to go about this strategically! or everyone is going to fucking die! She would give out a yell a piece of shrapnel from the explosion flew die leaving a moderate laceration on her midsection. "FUCK! that shit never gets to feeling better no matter how man times you take a shrapnel hit!" Coyne would use her commanding voice. "Incoming soldiers! FALL THE FUCK BACK PDQ staying out in the open is not the smartest thing to be doing! Casino! NOW!" She said passing along the gear to another person who was already falling back towards the casino. Coyne would then quickly scan the current location for any friendly casualties collecting the dog tags of any falling service personnel placing them into her pocket. "Someone help me gather the dead! No man gets left behind!" She added as she would begin to gather as many of the dead and wounded as she could pulling them back to safety before then proceeding herself towards the Casino in looks for who ever was running the show here. She had a look of determination on her features that was masked by a low lining anger. "Sir! You around? Sir I need a word!" She would bark out as soon as she entered the casino. "A word in private please... It is vital we have this get together SIR!" She said saluting him out of habit from her lengthy time of active duty.
She let her eyes scan the casino quickly taking in any key features, weak points, points to fortify, Blind spots, any intel that could prove to be useful in the fast approaching future. Her hand coming to clench the still bleeding wound to her abdomen. "Requesting medical attention ASAP so I can get back into the fray of things please! Sir!" She moved to take a seat to apply pressure to her wound to help stop the bleeding. Coyne was getting impatient.. one of her flaws.. She was sitting here force to lick her wounds but maybe it was for the better to get treated before trying to mount some sort of offensive.
 
@Everyone + SSG420's Coyne Write-Off Post

Coyne was full of piss and vinegar, and though that could potentially kill any experienced soldier if fate was unkind, her bravado served to bolster a group of men's spirits and establish herself as their squad leader. Said men, who were combat medics stationed at the nearby Spielothek Casino's Forward Operating Base (FOB), took the woman aside and patched up her light wounds only for her to leap back outside- now with kevlar protecting her uniform- on a mission to recover any dead or disoriented men and women in the wake of the first Katyusha Rocket Barrage. Naturally, the CMs followed Coyne, though she chose to head north from Spielothek Casino towards the 1st DL north of the bridge.

There she would be cut off from the current group, but that was not something to mourn over. Coyne had her priorities set, and so did the previous group.

"Motherfucker! Put me- Put me down goddammit!"

Marcia Cervantes, however, had no priorities other than that she really, really wanted to be put down. Blood trickled down the side of her face from what looked to be a cut in her temple, though with the dirt and debris and the dead, mutilated corpses of a few unfortunate soldiers nearby, it was unknown if that blood was even hers, or if the cut was worth freaking out over- or if there was a cut at all. What was clearly apparent, however, was that Marcia looked shell-shocked in the kindest, lightest of meanings. The Latina's heard muffled noises, but she could sense the pounding vibrations of rockets falling around their position. In due time she recovered enough to hear things again.

"Get- McNab?!" For a moment the East Berlin chill faded as Marcia felt the PFC's warmth rush into her. She blinked, looked up at him and maintained a few seconds of silence before slamming a hand into his chest like a child against an unmovable object. "Hey! Put me down!" Her M9 was held in her other hand, but without her kevlar armor and M16A2, she felt naked. And right now, being naked in a man's arms with rockets falling all around her wasn't what she wanted. "Goddammit, I can walk- I can walk, McNab!"

What she didn't know was that her kevlar armor, helmet and carbine had been ripped to shreds by a stray rocket, and while anyone could say that there was still a chance to get a weapon or extra piece of equipment from the disfigured rack those things were attached to, that second Katyusha Rocket Barrage was still incoming. So too was that T-72 tank, Russian infantry and... Jesus Christ, were those landing crafts scooting across the Oder river?
 
As the group went on about what their plan of action to be with the much needed help and experience that Coyne was willing to bring to the mission. "It not that. I thinking mostly because your a civilian now. You can see what I mean right?"he asked as she had already said before that she was only a civilian, but one that had knowledge that could help them. He nodded agreeing that the more help the better. "Well it makes some sense as its at a higher elevation the..."

The horrifying scream of Russian rockets filled the air as Arvid's heart suck deeper into his body. A sound that was undeniable the Screams of Death on their way to the NATO lines. "ROCKETS!! Get down!" Came from the man's mouth as the first wave slammed into the ground away from them, but sending pieces of metal shrapnels everywhere cutting the unprepared down. As the air grew still of rockets, the Norwegian Special Forces Operator kicked into full gear as he stood up covered in dirt and mud and some blood and landed on him.

"Man you posts! No way in hell, they are just going to rocket us. Medics we got wounded here." He yelled as he unslinged his AG-3 Rifle from his back and into his hands. He saw that Marcia was out of it much likely just from the impact nearby and the young private taking her away "dritt (shit)" cursing in his native tongue before turning toward the river and the Russians marching on them.

"Alright, we got incoming Russians covering the river. Fire on what you can hit. We don't have alot" he spoke before hopping into Corporal Perry's foxhole. "Get ready to open up on the russian tispe (bitches)" he said pointing out the enemy forces. Just then hearding the yelling of the lieutenant indicating that she was up and about now. "We got a tank lieutenant bring supported by Infantry" hr yelled back toward the woman as he hearded the scream of the Second Barrage. "Incoming!" Hr yelled pulling his head down into the foxhole as to not get blown off.
 
(Just so everyone knows, the casino I mentioned is a real place, I did that to give us some sense of where in Berlin we are in.)

He couldn't get a few hours of peace to set up shop. it was a good thing they had moved most of their equipment into the Casino, a good defensible position. Colonel Napoleon start screaming and kicking men into action, the tired old colonel stirring up some reserve of fire deep inside to get things moving. "Get machine guns forward, ans those rockets, get those damn things up to those tanks." They had American AT4, as well as captured Russian and German rocket grenades that could take care fo the tanks and the other vehicles. Joffre wanted to go out there and help his men, but now he was in charge of this whole show so his place was here and by the radio. So he grabbed two men and a radio and went to the roof so he could watch this and try to turn this chaos into a battle.

Adrea had gotten cut off from the American in the fray, but she did what she knew how to do which was find cover before that beautiful french ass of hers caught a bullet and start shooting. Dang it, those things were coming down the street from the North. Then someone landed next to her just as a string of machine gun bullet stitched the ground next to him.
"A little cover woudl be nice!" The militia man shouted, then he took something off her back and shoved it into her hands. This was a Panzerfaust. She grinned, good German hardware. She put it on her shoulders and sighted at the tank. She felt it kick a little as she pulled the trigger and the rocket flew out and hit just under the turret, there was an explosion inside and the tank stopped, blocking the road and the vehicles behind it. Now that was better. She set the weapon down and grabbed her rifle. This was about to get hairy, now they and the Russians were getting dug in, people weren't on the streets anymore they wwre in doors and windows, or down ally ways. This was about to turn itno more hard street fighting.
 
Aiden ran for a few more steps, seeming not to hear Marcia’s protests, then stumbled, literally feet from the doorway of the building he’d been heading to. A pained gasp escaped the private as he fell, tucking his body around the Latina lieutenant’s to keep her from further harm. He hit the ground hard, and Marcia slipped from his grip. “H-Hh!”

Aiden couldn’t do much more than lay where he fell, clutching at his side. A ragged hole had been torn through his fatigue shirt, and a bloody wound showed underneath. The blond sniper pressed his gloved hands into his side, attempting to staunch the wound while he scrabbled to get up, booted feet propelling him toward the relative shelter of the building. All he could guess was that a stray bullet had grazed him, leaving a deep gouge in his side.
 
Coyne would do the best she could at retrieving any dead or wounded and after pulling what she could to safety with out a word she would head back and begin to recon the casino Looking for stairwells, and mainly the office She knew the office would contain floor plans for the building as required by most businesses for inspections and the like. After spending some time doing casino recon she returned to the where the others had gathered.

"I might only be a Civi Sir... but a good Marine taught me, there is no such thing as an Ex-Marine. So people are going to have to choose one of two options, Accept the fact I'm on board for this mission. Or Goddamn it Sir Consider this my reenlistment."

She said with a smile. She would look over the wounded briefly sighing. a finger coming to tap on her chin idly as she got momentarily lost in thought. After several minutes thinking something hit her, She had an Idea. She quickly moved to Aiden.

"You're with me soldier. We are moving to the roof of this accursed casino.. We are going to do what we do best... Provide over watch.. and hopefully get a beat on those rocket's point of origin and eliminate them. Hopefully one of our guys down here will be able to plant some charges to take out the tank or get their hands on an RPG of course for the same purpose and both are equally effective however the RPG would be the safest bet with the highest probability to have no friendly casualties."

Coyne nodded then moved to the closest stairwell access door rapidly scaling the stairs from floor to floor until finally reaching the top floor where she immediately began to look for rooftop access door or stairwell. She would then send a message across local communication frequency.


"I have reached the top floor and looking to proceed on to the roof. Someone has got to locate and stop who ever is firing those missles to give our infantry a chance to do their jobs with the lowest probability for death or injury. I would also suggest anyone with the munitions and skill for it find sniper nests and set up shop. The more of them we stop from a distance the less forces we have to try and overrun our HQ!"

Coyne finally located a stairway to give her access to the roof top She then moved over in behind the large sign hosting the Casino's name. She would get on her stomach and crawl over and up underneath one of the signs letters to make it nearly impossible for her to be spotted even by other marksmen. Quickly assembling her he M1941A Marine bolt action sniper rifle.

"This is going to be loud... unless someone has a sound suppressor that is compatible with my rifle."

She would say across their comms. Pulling out a note pad laying ot on the ground beside her then using her scope from her prone position to scan the area before her. She would then jot down locations and/or landmarks to signify any bogies she spotted and how much distance was between them and Coyne's current location which was of course the Casino. Once she had a decent enough detailed notes she would once again resort back to comms to relay enemy locations as she notices them along with their distance out.

"On your word Sir I'll start eliminating hostiles from up here in my current over watch position. I have eyes on several bogies but have yet to get eyes on whoever is responsible for sending us the presents in the form of missile strikes."

She said with a soft yet distinctive tone. Continuing to survey those whom are deciding to push forward on their location. Knowing set ups like the one she and the others are up against right now usually come with mortar pits too so she would take note if she located any known pits favoring a mortar team set up.
 
Something spiteful in french came over the radio "Sorry yankee, that wasn't meant for you. Your a sniper, do your job. Just be careful. We've managed to hit the lead vehicles and close off the roads, but up there the tanks might still be able to get an angle on you and I don't want you or this Casino drawing that kind of fire. Don't forget we've set up our HQ in here. Keep an eye on the side streets and... Okay, I've got a German coming your way. Says he was a police sniper."

Konrad jogged up the stares and pushed the door open. He saw the American and nodded to her "Hallo" He understood English fairly well but only spoke a little. He unshouldered his Mauser, an actually World War II relic, and not one he ever thought woudl be used like this. It had been a weekend hunting rifle until this war had started, now it was back to doing what it was built for. He laid prone next to her and laid his rifle beside him, then pulled out a pare of binoculars to scan the ground below and the building windows.
 
Before Aiden has a chance to join Coyne, an enemy sniper’s bullet pierces right through his helmet. The young man falls face first, unmoving, onto the dusty ground, blood pooling from the exit wound.
 
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