text: Using the "Bell & Howell" 8x40 binocs the Sargent was able to take a look at the 56th Av. while the CASEVAC was taking place. The C-6 machine gun would provide enough firepower downrange if needed be to cover the advance of his buddies toward the abandoned vehicle.
  Cougar's turret. Scanning 56th Av with binocs.
  There was a burst of static over the team net.
  If Taras had to guess, two people were trying to transmit at the same time, "stepping on" each other?
  All units...here is Knight. Report your status. Over.
  "Rook says again," Andy said, "Knight this is Rook, we are mobile and able to support from the south. I advise we try to work our way behind Hotel and cover their evacuation, however I am open to other orders given your reading of the situation. What would you have us do, Over?"
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  In reply to Andrew Montgomery McRae (msg # 348):
  There was more firing from the woods to the south.
  <radio>"Bishop 5 to team. We need to search and secure the prisoners. One more person for overwatch requested. Over."<radio>
  "This is Bishop One, I am with Hotel and judging by signal strength around the corner from Bishop Five. I have called in Evac and reinforcements on Bishop's route in. I have two friendlies with me."
  Rook proceed to support Bishop. Over.
  Annoyed, Pvt. Droz tapped Abbot on the shoulder. "Hey Corporal, I'm right behind you! I can go back around the corner if you want someone else."
  In reply to Pvt. Droz (msg # 353):
  He saw that she took the radio call as a slight to her ability as a soldier.
  "No. Droz. I'm good with you here. We need to go hands on with the prisoners. I want a person to search and secure, one to watch that prisoner and a third troop to watch the other two. It's all about maintaining control.", Abbot explained calmly.
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  In reply to Stanley Alistair Abbot (msg # 354):
  She nodded in understanding and leaned in so the prisoners couldn't overhear.
  "Understood, and sorry for the, ah, outburst. Sgt. Champlain's on the radio calling in more support. Hawke is with the wounded. Andrews and Tremblay took off, . Everyone else is wounded. The Cougar's here so maybe Taras can release his driver or gunner?"
  Andrews crossed first, then covered Tremblay's bound.
  They were at the hedge on the north side of 56 ave at the corner of 248 and 56. Separating the street from hedge was a shallow, overgrown ditch. Behind the hedge a little to their west seemed to be a detached garage and then house, set back from the road.
  In the ditch by the corner was an area of beaten down grass, with pooled blood. A blood trail led a few steps west, past a bullet-riddled speed limit sign (MAXIMUM 50 km/h), then turned up the closest driveway.
  Back at the Cougar, Darek and Wayne deposited their comrade at Hawke's impromptu 1st aid station. Gunny Conklin, the US Marine sniper, had shrapnel wounds through all limbs and seemed to be suffering from a concussion. Obviously, he'd been a little too close to the T-54's 100mm HE shell when it detonated behind him. His body armour largely protected his internal organs as it was meant to, but he was missing an ear. As he had been beating feet when the shell hit, his face was turned away from the blast, sparing his eyes, nose and mouth.
  "...is Castle! Say again, does anyone read me?
  "Be advised we are fucking pinned down about 75 metres west, correction, east of 248 st in the stream bed, danger close, say again, danger close!"
  There was a pause in transmission, and they could hear the almost continuous back and forth crack and popping of M16 and AK fire echoing between the trees and banks of the streambed. The source of the gunfire was located about 200m SSE of their position, but obscured due to the woods. There was the long ripping bursts of fire from what was likely a SAW of some kind, probably an RPK74. But whoever it was, it sounded like they were all almost on top of each other. Then they heard the BOOM of a grenade, followed by another.
  "Goddamn it, we are getting lit up here, and are almost out of ammunition. We are going to get...."
  A very loud report echoed through the woods, seemingly ending the transmission.
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  In reply to helbent4 (msg # 356):
  Darek hot-footed it back to the Cougar, climbing back into the turret. He sat back down in the gunner's seat, pressing his eye to the sight.
  "OK, I am covering west down 56 Ave. 76mm Fragmentation loaded, but will engage using 7.62 coax?"
  Wayne stopped at the edge of the building, where Taras could see him.
  "Taras! You want me to help with the prisoners?"
  When the loud gunshot was heard, he whipped around to look south.
  In reply to Wayne Lo (msg # 358):
  The first really loud gunshot was followed by three more reports, in rapid succession.
  Yes, Wayne. Go ahead.
  Kelsey moves to Hawke, scans the area around him, C8 at ready.
  "We have relief and evac inbound. Looks like they will be rolling hot, no air. Can you stabilize the wounded that long?"
  Andrews knelt for second at the pooling blood before he resumed his pursuit of the RPG team. He followed the trail with his rifle at his shoulder, slowing as they approached the driveway to the house.
  He waived Tremblay to take a position to his left as they moved forward.
  Moving up driveway
  Searching for RPG team.
  In reply to Pvt. Droz (msg # 355):
  "No worries. Just stay on task. Thanks for the SITREP.", Abbot said in a low voice.
  He waved, then turned the corner and trotted past Kel, Hawke and the wounded. Abbot saw Wayne come into sight, he was armed with an MP5A3.
  "And what the heck was that?"
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  In reply to Kelsey Sarah Champlain (msg # 361):
  "One way or the other. It won't change the future, in this case."
  "What's up with all the extra gunfire?"
  In reply to William Hawke (msg # 365):
  "Looks like we might have more company coming, Hawke."
  In reply to Kelsey Sarah Champlain (msg # 366):
  "Great. Guests or incoming? Sounds like incoming."
  In reply to William Hawke (msg # 367):
  "Both.. shit, Castle is in trouble."
  She keys the radio.
  "Castle, this is Bishop one. Can you give me your location?"
  She nods to Hawke and jogs around the corner to Abbot "Abbot, pull out the heavy zip ties and truss these jokers up, we got men pinned down."
  She grins at the prisoners "You folks picked a bad fight, face in the dirt, hands in the small of your backs or I perforate."
  She whips out some zip ties and if Abbot doesn't move fast enough she switches to her sidearm and very roughly trusses the prisoners up, hands and feet together behind their backs with heavy zip ties provided by Taras.
  She freezes, knee in a prisoner's back.
  "Fuck, that's a Barrett" She hits the broadcast on the radio.
  "Rook Rook! Counterfire. I hear a Barrett, copy, five zero Sniper. Copy?"
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  Hawke cleaned up his trash, enough so that he could get back to work, and put his pack back on. His rifle was at his knees while he did this.