35 A Day in Town


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DAY 6 – APRIL 23rd 2000

PRASZKA, POLAND – DAY

The group is informed they will only be allowed to go to the arsenal for trading and must spend the rest of the time in their assigned quarters. Of course, DONNA is allowed to spend one shift at the hospital and another person has to spend one shift at the training grounds. After some discussion, all LED manages to obtain is that DONNA can be escorted by one of them.

DONNA spends the day shift in the town’s hospital and LED goes with her. DONNA has acquired some familiarity with the local staff and all urgent cases have been treated the previous day, so she starts chatting with a middle-aged woman with a limp who’s helping with basic needs, like changing bandages and taking vital signs. The woman speaks a relatively good English and says her late husband, a university professor, taught her the language. Before the war she worked as an accountant.

The woman briefly tells DONNA the prisoners have only had very basic medical treatment, and most of those that are wounded, die of infection. She doesn’t know where they are held, but she knows when they die, they’re buried in a common grave South of the town.

LED is under more strict surveillance, with a militia soldier never more than three steps from him, so he doesn’t get a chance to question anybody and spends the shift helping however he can.

LED and DONNA return to the group’s quarters after spending the central part of the day helping in the town’s improvised hospital. They’re closely followed by a middle-aged man of the militia, who escorts them right to the door, then crosses the rubble-littered street and leans on the exposed brick wall of an old shop while looking at the building occupied by the group.

“Still there?” asks ALEX a few minutes later.

NASCAR is standing to the side of the window, apparently trying to look down the street towards the town’s center. “Yep, still there”

“They always have someone out there looking at us” says DONNA “better get used to it”

“Please DOC, I’ve been in prison, I know how it works. I can get used to it, but I don’t have to like it”

ALEX props up the AKM he’s been working on against the wall “find something to do, to pass the time”

“Yeah, that’s what they said in prison…” says NASCAR to himself, then louder “hey, LT, my SAW is back in shape now, think I can squeeze off a few rounds? You know, test it out”

LED is sitting on the floor with his back against the wall; he raises his eyes from the map he’s studying “sure, but our friends out there are going to return fire. And I don’t think they’ll stop at a few rounds”

“I don’t mean here, at the training grounds, where we’re supposed to teach their recruits; they have a firing range there, right?”

“They have a plot of mostly flat land with a few hunks of contorted metal they call ‘targets’, but it’s for locals only. Us tourists can just admire it”

“Well, that sucks” comments NASCAR “how am I supposed to know if it’s zeroed properly?”

“I suppose you’ll have to trust yourself as much as we do” says DONNA.

“Is that a compliment or an insult?” asks NASCAR.

“Works both ways” ponders DONNA “so ask me again later”

“You can ask our friend the warden out there” says LED “but I think we all know what he would say”

“You cannot leave unless you go to hospital or training” says NASCAR mimicking the sentinel’s deep, mechanical voice and his Polish accent “if you want to go somewhere else, CJA has to give permission”

ALEX narrows his eyes “was that your best Polish accent?” he says with little conviction.

“Hey, I nailed it” replies NASCAR.

“Man, you sounded like the Terminator” comments DONNA with a chuckle.

“Ah, forget it” NASCAR looks out the window, then the broken-down wooden window frame itself “no bars at the window, no handcuffs, no electric gates. Still feels like prison to me”

“We can leave any time” says ALEX.

NASCAR smiles to himself “a couple of guys in prison used to say that”

A gust of wind brings inside cold air and the smell of ashes and concrete dust. DONNA gets a black beanie from her backpack and puts it on.

LED folds back the map, briefly checks the bandages around his left forearm, gets up and moves to the center of the room “speaking of leaving, it’s a good time to think about our next move. Day after tomorrow we’ll be out of here, and we better know which way we’re going, and why”

DONNA is rubbing her hands together “what are our options?”

“Well, I’m assuming we don’t want to go back where we came from, so North is off the table. Kalisz is Russian territory at this point, and there’s no good spot to cross the Prosna, assuming there are no Soviet units looking for stragglers”

“North is out then” says NASCAR “so, I think same goes for East”

LED nods “my intel is outdated, but we didn’t have much East of here in the past months, same goes for NATO, and it’s safe to assume things haven’t changed”

“Plus, why the hell would we want to go East?” asks DONNA.

“So it’s West or South” says ALEX.

“Right” confirms LED “West means Germany, and hopefully friends and allies”

“Sounds good” says ALEX.

“What’s in between us and them is a big question mark though”

“Sounds… less good” adds NASCAR.

“LT, is this a convoluted way of telling us you want to go South?” asks DONNA.

“South offers us a certainty… of sorts” ponders LED.

“An uncertain certainty, that’s the worst kind” comments DONNA.

“Counselor MARIA told us there is a US unit in Dobrodzień, or around it. I can’t confirm it, my last briefing was about my AO, which was further North, and I can’t recall any specifics about our presence in this region. She seemed convinced of what she told us”

“So, question now is: do we trust her?” says ALEX.

“Right. Dobrodzień is not far, half a day on foot; not that much of a detour even if we wanted to go West”

“What is she’s sending us into a trap?” asks NASCAR “you know, what if she’s sent a runner to the people of this other town telling them there’s a group of Americans on the way and those guys are gonna capture us and take us to the Russians or something”

“She could have had us arrested here” replies ALEX “without the need for the extra steps”

“I’m saying the town is in bad shape, maybe they have a deal with… I don’t know who, but they are gonna get something out of it”

“We could be a bargaining chip of some sort” adds DONNA “it’s something to consider”

All eyes are now on LED.

“If we want to keep on surviving, eventually we are going to need to trust someone who’s not in this room. Today that someone is counselor MARIA: two words that sum up pretty much all we know about this woman” LED takes a deep breath “yet we spoke to this woman, and I’m willing to trust her. I say we go South, get to Dobrodzień, take a look around, and if we don’t like it we turn 90 degrees right and find a way to friendly lines”

A brief silence follows, interrupted by DONNA “I don’t get it: is this an order? Do we have to vote on it?”

“Consider it the time to voice your opinion”

“Like a wedding?” asks NASCAR “you speak now or shut up for good?”

“Let’s go to Dobrodzień” says ALEX.

“I guess it’s the option that sucks the least” says NASCAR.

DONNA is smiling to herself.

“DOC?” asks LED.

“Oh, I’m in, Dobrodzień it is”

“Anything we’re missing?”

“I was just reflecting on the fact that somehow things keep going South for us”

End of Day 6


FINAL COMMENTS

Aside from the players’ obligations to the town, the day was used for recovering and weapons maintenance.

Referee’s hat on: the group has been going non-stop for a while now, with three battles behind them fought one right next to the other. Time to slow down and let the players rest and recover.

The day was very straightforward, and I would have normally skipped it in the narration, but it’s helpful to remember that there’s always a few mechanics going on in the background and governing the day-to-day life of my fictional characters.

The one question that still needed an answer was: where do we go from here? And that’s the part I decided to dramatize.


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