Slow GM is slow, but I’ve been handling some things on the group’s Discord server. This post is a lightly-edited transcript of a scene with Leks’ player.
21 October 2000 | 1931 hours
Droga Krajowa (National Road) 12
4km west of Opoczno
GM: The Hilux has been running with its usual infallibility all day, so the sudden silence is all the more alarming. Zenobia curses, shifts into neutral, and coasts to a stop at the edge of the eastbound lane. The hiss of snow under the tires fades into nothing.
“Tools,” Zenobia orders as she steps out. Leks releases the tiedown straps and hands down the battered metal case. He’s about to resume his position behind the pintle-mounted AGS-17 but Miko, who’s still young enough to be fully impervious to the cold, bounds into the bed and grabs the grenade launcher’s spade grips. Leks shrugs and gestures to Arkadi to cover the north, then moves off to the southwest.
Thirty meters is enough for the falling snow to muffle Zenobia’s steady stream of invective. Leks finds a fallen tree at the lip of a small gully and settles his MG3 on it. The waning crescent moon is enough to show a general lack of tracks in the sparsely-wooded fallow field beyond his position. To the east, Opoczno’s skyglow is barely perceptible.
A hiss of movement in the snow draws Leks’ attention just before —
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