Modesto's Mission
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Where: Madrid
Who: Elena, Matti, Modesto (NPC), Lind, Vaclav
When: August 1, 1937

Aid Station
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Coordinates : 8 2

Off to one side of the busy road there is a makeshift aid station, a small grouping of tents. A steady flow of minor and major injuries are brought here from all around Madrid. The Republic's medical facilities are as stretched as its military ones.

It is currently dusk.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Bomb Shelter

Lind turns a page in some propaganda magazine, making a grimace. With an impatient gesture, she puts it all to the side, noticing the approach of the mechanica and her interest in the ambulance. So, as Elena moves closer she begins to smile warmly in recognition. "Senorita Guerrero?" she ventures, not entirely sure she remembers the name.

Elena brushes hair from her face as she manages a nod. "Si. Comrade… Lind?" she ventures, head canting to one side. "Wanted to, ah…check on you?" she continues, apparently not terribly sure of herself. She hesitates a moment, standing beside the cot, and slowly lowers herself so she's squatting down, more on eye-level with the female sodlier. "Did not know you were here," she adds with a gesture about the aid station. "Como esta?"

"Lovisa Lind, yes. Please, call me Lovisa," she suggests encouragingly. "I am not so bad off, I will be on my feet soon again. I was lucky," she explains, "I was shot in the chest but nothing vital was hit. How is your leg? You were hurt last time I saw you," she says, watching Elena curiously.

Elena chuckles as she pats the previously wounded area. "Good as new," she declares with a firm nod. "And Elena. Por favor. I prefer 'Elena.'" She shifts back so she falls ot her tush, crossing her legs under her as she allows her elbows to rest upon her knees. "Lovisa," she echoes the name softly beneath her breath as if to memorize it. Then blinks. "YOu were shot in the chest and it's nothing so bad?" she asks, sounding downright incredulous. "I did not realize invincibility was contagious."

"Well, Corporal Vaclav is my leader. Maybe some of his iron stamina has rubbed off on me," Lind says with some dry humour, giving Elena a grin. "No, seriously - I was not that badly wounded, just enough to put me in bed for a few weeks. I am glad to hear your leg is good, Elena." She gestures at the ambulance. "How bad is the ambulance?"

This is what happens when Vaclav stays overnight in the Aid Station: doctors don't let him leave. The corporal is lying down on a cot (which for some reason has had it's legs let in, leaving the cot lower than most). Dozing at the moment, a low rumble is the first clue of consciousness, as Vaclav draws a slow, deep breath.

Elena just stares for another several moments, gaze moving up and down the reclined Swedish lady (see, the player /can/ get nationalities right). "Wish humans were as easy to asses as cars," she mutters darkly. "It will be alright. Suspension took a hit. Will need to work on that first. Looks like I'll have to dig a bit more inside, make sure nothing else got hit." She looks back over her shoulder, frowning at the Rolls, lifting a finger to point. "Got hit there, near the front tire. Will need to make sure nothing got cracked inside and stop it before it gets worse."

Next to Lind's cot lies a heap of communist propaganda leaflets in various languages (most of them in Spanish). They're discarded by the Swedish communist as if they're no longer of any interest. She smiles broadly at Elena, and there's a hint of admiration on her face. "How did you learn, about cars?" Vaclav's deep breath immediately gets her attention and she snaps her gaze to him, watching him with the intentness of someone who cares deeply for him.

Elizabeth arrives from the North.

Vaclav grits his teeth and frowns as he stirs to sit upright on the lowered cot. Turning a narrowed blue regard about him, the held breath is let out slowly, and Lind is met with a muttered, "Comrade," in greeting, before his look passes to the others, and thence to Elena.

Why she comes to the aide station after battles is a mystery. It's hardly a fun or enjoyable place to be, but that's never stopped the photographer. And today is no exception. It doesn't hurt that Rothschild wasn't around to try and prevent her from leaving their room this time. Bwah!

Elena looks back towards Lind at the question, grin turning up one corner of her mouth. Though the grin falters as she follows the soldier's gaze. Her attention immediately returns to hte lady she's speakign with, eyes widdening slightly before she shakes her head. "Mi padre," she says, voice softening by a degree. She bows her head, staring at her hands which are curled loosely in her lap. Safer there. "He owned a garage, and I used to play in there, for as long as I could remember. He re-built the Harley from the ground up, it seems…" she trails off, gnawing on her lip.

A group of brigaders walks by, commandly types it would seem, bellies a little larger than is typical, demeanour a little softer. In the middle somewhere is Colonel Modesto himself.

Lind smiles so warmly at Vaclav it's clear that she at least finds something likeable about him. "Comrade," she says simply, but that simple word holds so much feeling you'd have to be deaf AND blind to miss it. Her attention returns slowly back to Elena, and she nods her understanding. "The Harley is a fine machine, I have seen you drive it." There's another question lingering there, unasked - she notices well Elena's mood. The group of brigaders walking past aren't missed either and she turns a look their way. She hasn't seen Colonel Modesto so there's no immediate recognition, but she does notice that it's some high-up type.

Vaclav sits up just in time to see the ranking officers on their way past. The corporal's expression draws into a deeper frown, as the big czech's right arm is raised in the closed fist salute toward the brass. He says nothing.

Elena peeks up at Lind, smiling warmly up at the other lady. "Mi padre was always very proud of it," she murmurs. It must be the cold feeling crawling up her spine, but the mechanica glances back over her shoulder towards all the big brass trotting through. She watches quietly, hands clasping together in her lap.

When the high and mighty Colonel walks through, Elizabeth slows but doesn't quite stop. She isn't sure who it is, but she can guess, and fairly accurately. Moving to the side, arms crossing, s he arches an eyebrow slightly as she surveys the brigaders walking by.
Unfortunately for Vaclav, Modesto remembers him. He stalks over to the corporal, who is surrounded by women, a fact which has not escaped his attention. Modesto seems to be having a bad day, and its time for some shit to slide downhill.

Modesto gives a cursory salute. "Whats going on here, Corporal?" he asks.

"And he was proud of you, no doubt," Lind says softly to Elena. With Modesto moving closer, Lovisa raises her fist in the salute as well, watching him curiously and not unwarily.

Given that she's a short ways away, Elizabeth does what Elizabeth does best. Quietly withdraws a pad of paper and a pencil, the lead starting to rapidly fly across the page once it's open. She looks up at the scene in front of her, and then down at the work in he rhand, every few moments.

Vaclav replies in a deep, even tone, "Wounded being treated, Comrade Colonel." Sitting upright on the cot, Vaclav sets his booted feet to the ground, but does not try to immediately rise, thus he looks up to meet Modesto's eye as he answers.

Cheeks color faintly as she glances back towards Lovisa. Elena gives a bit of a shrug. "Maybe," she mumbles, attention again snagged by Modesto. She shifts upwards, so that she is kneeling rather than sitting on her tuckus, but remains near Lind's cot.

"I see." Modesto says, and glances around the aid station. Lind and Elena both get a cold look. "A lot of women here in your unit. They don't seem particularly badly wounded either.". He blinks, and looks back at Vaclav. "Surprising, after such an offensive, no?". A pause. "You would be the corporal who lacked the required offensive spirit, if I recall.". Nothing wrong with Modesto's memory at least. "Now why is that, I wonder.". He gives a pointed look towards Lind again.

Lind doesn't know where to put Modesto. He's a communist like her, isn't he? So, she's not immediately intimidated by him, not until he reveals how he knows Vaclav and that is something she knows about too. Her eyes widen and she manages to somehow not look at Vaclav at all. "I am on my feet soon, Comrade Colonel."

Vaclav's blue eyes remain narrow and intent on Modesto's. "Over half my unit wounded or dead at Brunete, Comrade Colonel. Can not make apology if survivors are not wounded 'enough'," the corporal rumbles back flatly. "We all fight. Men, women. As befit proper communist soliders."

Elena looks back to Modesto. And blinks as she realizes his attention has moved in her direction, even briefly. She looks back at Lind, eyes widdening, then forward towards the Colonel. And she doesn't say a damn word. Her attention turns, rather longingly, towards the ambulance.

Sketch sketch sketch, a few words here or there…it's a decent way to stay out of trouble, as far as Lizzie is concerned.

"I see, comrade.". Modesto doesn't seem too happy to refer to Vaclav as a comrade judging by his tone. Then he notices Elizabeth writing away in the corner, and frowns, distracted if only momentarily. "Who is that?" he asks, in a louder voice, implying he's asking any present, and pointing at Elizabeth. Liz Plan = failed.

Lind lets out an inaudible sigh of relief as attention moves away from her. Modesto might notice a heap of communist propaganda leaflets that lie next to Lind's cot - the wounded woman has obviously read them. She now looks hastily over at Elizabeth, biting her lip and not saying anything to Modesto's question.

And Lizzie looks up just as Modesto is pointing in her direction. Not that she gets what he's saying, bu t it's obvious that it likely won't lead to anything good. Her pencil makes another few strokes against the page before stilling and being stuck back in it's carrying case. She doesn't move, refusing to look the least bit guilty…she isn't doing anything wrong. Nope.

"Reporter. Rothschild. Take photograph of war for People's liberty," Vaclav rumbles in colorless reply to Modesto's sharp question, as his own regard passes frowning toward the Aussie journalist.

One hand lifts, moving slightly to touch the back of Lind's hand, though Elena doesn't look back at her. Unity before the dragon and all that rubbish. Or, hell, maybe the mechanica is just scared. She shifts slightly as she does so, while Modesto is looking towards the reporter, setting herself with small movements so she kneels between Lind and the Colonel's direct view.

Modesto gets to be the judge of that! and the executioner too if he really wanted probably. "I see…" he says in reply to Vaclav, and slowly stalks over to Elizabeth. He looks her over, and smiles a shark smile. "Reporter, eh? There doesn't seem to be a great deal to report here. So I wonder what you are writing…". He speaks in Spanish unluckily for her, but his gloved hand reaching out to gently take her notepad from her hand is needs no translation.

Blinking up at Modesto as he speaks to her in Spanish, Elizabeth quite clearly doesn't catch a single word he says. Okay, maybe one or two. Reporter is about the only one. But the extended hand is obvious. And she gives him the pad of paper without argument. There is little written on it, other than the date and location in 'reporter shorthand', and English, which means it may well be unintelligible, and a sketch. Modesto speaking to Vaclav. Wisely, it seems, she's adjusted several details. No one looks terrified of the Colonel, and he seems somewhat taller and more regal than he actually is. Smart girl.

Lind is comforted by that subtle touch to her hand and keeps her calm. She well notices Elena's motion to sit between herself and the intimidating colonel and she gives the mechanica a warm smile. But, there's the matter of the third woman, Elizabeth and her troubles and the Swedish communist is warily watching the scene, quiet.

Vaclav turns his head to follow the colonel's progress toward Elizabeth, the big corporal's expression unsoftened, and stoic. For the moment, he says nothing.

Elena stays right where she is as well, contact never breaking from Lind. She's watching Elizabeth more than Modesto and the men with him, gnawing on her lower lip, but otherwise not making any noise.

Modesto doesn't speak such good English, and he isn't about to humiliate himself by attempting. He just smiles another smile at Elizabeth, peers at the notepad, and passes it to one of his companions, a pale faced Russian, who looks it over with vaguely angry incomprehension. Then he returns to Vaclav, hopefully without reporters writing things down. "Apologies for the interruption, Comrade Corporal, but I was never a lover of the western press with their petit bourgeois attitudes.". A hard look is given to Lind and Elena, back to business. "These two are in your squad?" he asks.
Needless to say it doesn't look like Elizabeth will be getting her pad back any time soon.

Elizabeth grits her teeth but manages a smile of her own back at Modesto before he turns and leaves. Yes, no growling from the Reporter. She hardly seems perturbed by the removal of her precious pad, though it's a fairly safe bet she's fuming on the inside.

Vaclav looks aside only long enough to make certain of whom Modesto speaks, before returning his intent eye to the spaniard in the colonel's uniform. "Comrade Lind with K company since first fascist defeat on Caso de campo. Guerrero, civilian. Mechanic."

Lind isn't asked a direct question, so she remains quiet, watching Modesto with rapt attention, trying to gauge his mood and what'll come next. Whatever it is, she doesn't think it's anything good and she's having problems keeping her fear away from her expression.

Elena watches Elizabeth for another long moment as if to make sure the other woman is alright before turning hre full attention back to the Colonel. Ack! He's gesturing towards them! She pales another degree, hand tightening on Lind's for a brief moment behind her. She bobs her head as Vaclav indicates her. /Her/ expression remains mostly clear from fear. From anything. Rather intently… neutral.

Modesto hmphs a bit. And turns to Lind. "You don't seem too wounded to me, Comrade. You can walk, you seem to be here laughing at joking.". All your limbs are intact, he thinks, but he doesn't say that.

Elizabeth narrows her eyes at Modesto's back before she shifts her attention to Vaclav for a minute, and then the other two women before sighing and, with a shake ofher head, she turns as if to leave.

"I was shot… here," Lind explains quietly, pointing to her chest, avoiding eye contact with the colonel. But she opens her shirt slightly to show the bandages beneath it. "But, not here long," she promises, speaking heavily accented Spanish.

Vaclav's jaw tightens briefly, but otherwise the corporal's expression remains unchanged. Simply and silently regarding Modesto as the other addresses Lind.

Elena stays between Modesto and Lind as best as she can without seeming overly so. She keeps her head bowed, studying the ground she kneels on rather than looking up at the Colonel as he is not addressing her directly.

Modesto doesn't seem all that impressed. "You look combat capable to me, Comrade, no?" he asks in a mock gentle voice. "I've seen many men fight on with scratches such as yours. You think you can do as much?".

Lind doesn't immediately respond because she senses a trap with the question. "I fight to the best of my ability, Comrade Colonel," she responds as neutrally as she possibly can. "If there is one more communist fighting for Spain, one more rifle shooting fascists, it is one little drop of what is a gigantic sea together. A small cog in the machinery of the people's army, another nail in the coffin of the fascists."

Vaclav's chest and shoulders rise and fall with slow, even breaths; stoic frown fixed in place, and any thoughts at the exchange unspoken for the moment.

Elena keeps her head bowed, listening to the exchange silently. She shifts slightly, trying to provide a bit more cover for Lind. Slowly, she peeks up at the Colonel through her hair, watching the man quietly.

OK, Modesto has to be grudgingly impressed with such a correct answer from Lind. He turns to Vaclav. "Comrade Corporal, what would you say? You are the one with the women's squad. They fight well and ably? As good as the men?". His tone implies sneering doubt, but with an edge of amusement, which can only be a bad thing probably.

"I have no women's squad, Comrade Colonel," Vaclav replies evenly. "I have women in my squad. Like Lind, who had taken numerous wounds in combat, and took her present injury driving off fascist tank with a petrol bomb, under heavy enemy gunfire. She is a good solider. That is what I say, Comrade Colonel."

Lind didn't realize she was holding her breath after her own reply, now letting the air out in an another inaudible breath. She squeezes Elena's hand tightly, now attentively watching Vaclav and the colonel's interaction.

Elena squeezes Lind's hand back, barely breathing herself for the moment as she continues to watch the Iron Corporal and the Colonel, still chewing her lower lip as she does so.

Modesto nods. "Very well, Comrade Corporal. I am impressed. A shame your own lack of drive apparently is a blemish upon the record of an otherwise fine unit. But fear not, Comrade, for the fascists are ever near in Madrid, and every fascist killed is one less tyrant to oppress the common man. Night draws near, Comrade. When the sun is fully set, you and Comrade Lind here will go out to the fascist lines on the Caso de Campo and come back with a fascist corpse, and so prove your devotion to the cause of the people and your willingness to unceasingly destroy the fascist foe whenever the opportunity prevents itself.". He glances over at Elena. "And as you both speak warmly of the ability of women to aid the people of Spain in this, their darkest hour, you may issue this one with a rifle from the Brigade's stores with my compliments, and I am sure she will assist you with all the skill she can muster, for as you both correctly say, we are all in this fight together.". A pause, and he looks heavenwards at the darkening clouds. "You know how it is with the PCE by now, Comrade… there are those who serve the People… and there are those who do not.".

Elena's head lifts and she blinks. Several more times. And goes this deathly shade of… green. She makes a vague choking sound in the back of her throat, and her grip on Lind's hands tightens dramatically, knuckles going white under her grip. Eyes widden, nearly popping out of her head as she stares up at the Colonel.

Lind's reaction is more stoic, though her own grip on Elena's hand tighten, this time in a comforting gesture. It wouldn't be the first time Lind was ordered to do something similar, although this is of the extreme kind, nothing she's ever tried before. And definitely not while still wounded. Still, she simply nods at the colonel and once more gives him the fisted salute.

Vaclav inclines his own head curtly. "Understood, Comrade Colonel," the corporal rumbles in return, his own hand raised again to echo Lind's salute.

Modesto nods, and then assumes a more mellow smile. Shit has now rolled downhill to his satisfaction. "Perhaps will see if I have misjudged you." he tells Vaclav with some beneficence. "If this assignment can be carried out with skill and daring, then perhaps you will be in line for a promotion.". Figuring he's now lightened up enough to not be a tyrant, he heads on past, leaving you all be finally.

Vaclav woodenly stares straight ahead, even after Modesto walks away. Bracing a hand to the cot on either side of himself, Vaclav rises to his feet, and voices after a moment, "Comrades. Will meet you at western trenchline."

Lind impulsively leans down, to attempt to hug Elena. "Just follow our lead," she murmurs to her. "Do what Vaclav tells you to do." Disengaging, she then looks herself over, making sure her bandage sits well, reaching for her equipment next to her cot. Seeing the communist propaganda leaflets, she gives them a shove with her foot, so they are pushed in under the cot - she doesn't want to see them. Her rifle is taken and she heads on off.

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Coordinates : 3 3

The park of the Caso de Campo is a huge open space right in the middle of the city. It's still in fairly good shape too, unscarred by war. Park benches and picturesque pathways cut across the grass and past the flowerbeds, which are all getting a little bit overgrown due to the lack of tending. The main government buildings of Spain are somewhere to the east.

It is currently dusk.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Front Line Trench

«Game» Lind changes her style to Stealth!
«Game» Vaclav changes his style to Stealth!

Vaclav walks along the trenchline, rumbling to Elena, "Courier. You stay behind us. If take fire, hide. Get out of sight. If hit, fall back. Lind, with me. Comrade Colonel want body, so we must kill quick, quiet. Questions?" he prompts as the trio near the absolute front.

«Game» Elena changes her style to Stealth!

Lind walks along with Vaclav, at his side, listening intently. His orders are clear as day so she simply nods. "No questions, comrade," she quietly says, giving Vaclav a lopsided little smile. "Listen to Vaclav, you will be fine," she tells Elena, trying to keep her spirit up.

Elena follows behind, looking still rather ill. She's holding her rifle awkwardly to her chest. She gives Lind a weak nod, even tries for a smile. But fails miserably. "You two don't have to wait for me," she says, voice holding a bit of a tremor. "I mean, if…" she shrugs a bit. "Should've known I'd die in Madrid," she mutters darkly.

«Game» Elena wields her Mosin-Nagant!

"Cayete," Vaclav rumbles flatly. He has turned in his machine gun in favor of a standard infantry rifle with a bayonet. After the larger guns, the weapons looks rather small in his hands, as the corporal climbs the front lip of the trench, keeping low to the ground as he slips into no man's land.

«Ground Combat» Vaclav moves West <W>.
«Ground Combat» Lind moves West <W>.
«Ground Combat» Elena moves West <W>.

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Theatre is : Caso de Campo

Coordinates : 2 4

Much of the Case de Campo is unspoilt woodland. Tall, regal trees reach for the sky here, carefully tended by the parks gardeners. Picturesque paths wend their way through all the natural beauty, and during the day the call of a multitude of birds makes the air ring.

It is currently night time.

From Grass, a male voice shouts, "Reds in the forest!".

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Grass (0 3)!
«Ground Combat» Rahelio fires his Mauser M1893 at Elena but misses!

Vaclav slips forward between the trees slowly, and quietly. As the shout goes up, he mutters to Elena, "Stay low. Not shoot back. Move east."

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Grass (0 3)!
«Ground Combat» Rahelio fires his Mauser M1893 at Elena but misses!

Lind ducks down as shots begin ringing out. She just gestures back at Elena to emphasize what Vaclav said, then looks at the corporal for directions. Her rifle is already lifted and trained on the fascist shooting at Elena. "No good shot from here," she murmurs.

Elena yelps (so much for being quiet) as shots are fired. And in her /direction/! She ducks down as the shots ring out, head bowing as they do so. She peeks up at the other two, giving a small nod. Right. Backing away. She starts back the way she came….

Vaclav nods once. "Not shoot. Think they not see all of us," he rumbles lowly.

«Ground Combat» You hear the sound of Rifles from Grass (0 3)!
«Ground Combat» Rahelio fires his Mauser M1893 at Elena but misses!

«Ground Combat» Elena moves East <E>.

From Grass, a male voice shouts, "Captain, theres Red scouts in the trees!".
From Grass, a male voice shouts, "Pulling back!".

Lind sees another fascist westwards and holds 2 fingers up in case Vaclav hasn't noticed. Then she points north and raises her eyebrows at the corporal in a silent question.

Vaclav frowns and nods once.

«Ground Combat» Vaclav moves North <N>.
«Ground Combat» Lind moves North <N>.

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Coordinates : 1 4

The park of the Caso de Campo is a huge open space right in the middle of the city. It's still in fairly good shape too, unscarred by war. Park benches and picturesque pathways cut across the grass and past the flowerbeds, which are all getting a little bit overgrown due to the lack of tending. The main government buildings of Spain are somewhere to the east.

It is currently night time.

Obstacles :
East <E> Wire-2

«Illumination» A Very light goes off over the battlefield!

Lind heads northwards between the treees, quietly slipping after Vaclav. Squinting westwards, she spots another fascist in the trenches and points to him.

Vaclav nods once to the count, freezing as the flare goes off, and rumbling lowly, "Once light go out, I moving."

Lind nods to Vaclav and crouches down, trying to stay in what shadows there are now that the flare is up. She barely dares to breathe in her attempt to stay hidden, waiting for the flare to go out, seconds going by so slowly.

«Illumination» A Very light burns out.

«Ground Combat» Vaclav moves West <W>.

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Coordinates : 0 4

The park of the Caso de Campo is a huge open space right in the middle of the city. It's still in fairly good shape too, unscarred by war. Park benches and picturesque pathways cut across the grass and past the flowerbeds, which are all getting a little bit overgrown due to the lack of tending. The main government buildings of Spain are somewhere to the east.

It is currently night time.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Front Line Trench
2. Foxhole

«Ground Combat» Lind arrives from East <E>.

«Game» Lind assists Vaclav!
«Ground Combat» Vaclav moves into Front Line Trench.

Alfonso did not notice you!
«Ground Combat» Vaclav moves to engage Alfonso in close quarters combat, but fails.

Lind is moving slower than Vaclav - she's not as used as he is to move through these kind of environments in the dark and she is fearful of giving herself away, to step on a dry twig or something of the kind. However, nearing the trench she is assisting her corporal by sliding away some branches ahead of him, and moving to cover for him.

Alfonso did not notice you!
«Ground Combat» Vaclav moves to engage Alfonso in close quarters combat, and succeeds!

«Ground Combat» Lind moves into Front Line Trench.
«Game» Lind assists Vaclav!

«Ground Combat» Vaclav sneaks up on Alfonso and delivers a SILENT KILL! (Alfonso, do not pose or page your demise so as to warn others.)

Vaclav slips into the trenchline quietly, waiting until the sound of footsteps move away from him, then slipping behind Alfonso with drawn bayonet- backing off once, as it seems the Nationalist is about to turn, before stepping in swiftly to make a hard grapple and cut. Stealing a look up and down the trenchline, he motions Lind to move back out of the trenches and east, shifting the fascist's weight to lie over his shoulder.

«Ground Combat» Lind moves out of Front Line Trench.

«Game» Vaclav loots the body of Alfonso
«Equipment» Vaclav picks up 7-57mm Mauser x 17.

Lind knows that Vaclav is lethal, but seeing how he so easily kills Alfonso, she is struck with some awe and turns in fact a bit pale. She swallows, nods at Vaclav and slinks out of the trench, beginning to make her way eastwards again.

«Ground Combat» Vaclav moves out of Front Line Trench.

Vaclav shifts the weight of the dead man onto the ground to the east of the trench, before hefting himself up, and taking the dead man's weight across both shoulders, and once he sees Lind moving, hurries eastward.

«Ground Combat» Lind moves East <E>.
«Game» Vaclav changes his style to Sprint!
«Ground Combat» Vaclav moves East <E>.

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Coordinates : 1 4

The park of the Caso de Campo is a huge open space right in the middle of the city. It's still in fairly good shape too, unscarred by war. Park benches and picturesque pathways cut across the grass and past the flowerbeds, which are all getting a little bit overgrown due to the lack of tending. The main government buildings of Spain are somewhere to the east.

It is currently night time.

Sub-Rooms :

Obstacles :
East <E> Wire-2

«Game» Lind changes her style to Sprint!
«Ground Combat» Lind moves East <E>.
«Ground Combat» Vaclav moves East <E>.

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Coordinates : 2 4

Much of the Case de Campo is unspoilt woodland. Tall, regal trees reach for the sky here, carefully tended by the parks gardeners. Picturesque paths wend their way through all the natural beauty, and during the day the call of a multitude of birds makes the air ring.

It is currently night time.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Front Line Trench

Lind has given up some of the silent caution in favor of speed, now moving through the trees in a half-jog as the friendly lines gets closer and closer. Reaching the trenches, she rushes over to slip into the closest one, shooting a glance over her shoulder to make sure that Vaclav is not too far away.

«Ground Combat» Lind moves into Front Line Trench.
«Ground Combat» Vaclav moves into Front Line Trench.

Vaclav is close behind as Lind slips into the friendly entrenchment, breathing heavily for the exertion, as he lets the corpse fall to the floor, and rumbling, "Lovisa.." for her attention.

Lind leans up against the trench wall, catching her breath, closing her eyes for a moment. That was a nerve wrecking experience and she's surprised it went so well. Opening them again at Vaclav's rumbling, she looks at him with something close to awe. "That was…" Her gaze shifts to the corpse of the fascist and she shudders. "We made it," she just breathes in the end.

Vaclav is frowning slightly, blue eyes intent on the swede's as he rumbles, between heavy breaths. "We made it. And Lovisa- Those words I told you: 'Ne zena az k byt, roven vy na vecne casy'.. It means that there will be no woman to match you until the end of all time." That said, he takes grip of the dead man's gore drenched collar and drags the body southward.

Lind is left stunned at that. What do you respond to such a compliment? Taking a step closer to him, impulse telling her to simply kiss him right then and there, she manages to remember where she is in the last instance and instead he is met with a look that is quite simply put filled with desire. But then she abruptly turns about and moves southwards too.

«Ground Combat» Lind moves South <S>.
«Ground Combat» Vaclav moves South <S>.

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Coordinates : 2 3

The park of the Caso de Campo is a huge open space right in the middle of the city. It's still in fairly good shape too, unscarred by war. Park benches and picturesque pathways cut across the grass and past the flowerbeds, which are all getting a little bit overgrown due to the lack of tending. The main government buildings of Spain are somewhere to the east.

It is currently night time.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Reserve Trench
2. Foxhole

Matti starts up, pointing West, "Comrades Lind and Vaclav! They make it!" He suddenly frowns. "Oh no. I think comrade corporal not pleased I here."

Elena chuckles again as she gives a small shake of her head in amusement. Dark eyes search the night as if expecting a full unit to come charging in. From the north, of course, since they're already looking west. Never goes that easily. Oh. And there. "There," she breathes, one hand lifting to touch Matti's shoulder. "The Iron Corporal and Lind," she whispers. "And do not fear talk, Senor. Just keep it quieter."

The sound precedes thier sight by a moment. Undisguised footfalls, and the rustle of something being dragged and then the pair of soliders are plain to see, coming within the Republic trenchline from the north. Vaclav drags a dead man, by his collar, a wash of blood at the corpse's ruined throat.

Lind is clearly not wounded more than she was when she headed out there. Her chest wound didn't hold her back much except for being a bit slower and now being more tired than had she not been wounded. Matti is given an alert look and a quick smile. Seeing Elena is here and safe, the other woman is met with a broad smile and Lind moves to embrace the mechanica. "Elena. Are you alright?"

Matti starts a little as Elena touches his shoulder, stiffening. For a completely different reason, he starts again as Vaclav and Lind turn up in a completely unexpected direction, swinging his head - but not the rifle barrel - around to look. His eyes widen as if he were expecting Franco to come knocking himself, but upon being presented with the rather commonplace view of the dead man, he seems to relax. And stay quite silent, avoiding eyecontact with all and privvy.

Elena straightens up as the two approach closer. She was a good girl, hiding in the trench and /everything/. The rifle is left where it is as she returns the hug. "No additional holes," she informs Lind as she pulls back, giving the lady a once over. "Not hurt?" she asks, glancing towards Vaclav next. "Oh dear. He's going to have to promote you," she whispers. She puts on a smile. "Have you met Comrade Matti?" she asks, gesturing back at the other soldier. "He showed up to keep me safe," she adds.

Vaclav draws a deep breath, before asking curtly, "Any sign of moving, west?" of Matti, since he appears to be on watch. Eyeing Elena briefly, he rumbles, "Guerrero. With me. If west still, we find Comrade Colonel now." A deeper scowl turns his expression at something in Elena's words, before, he steals a glance westward.

Lind is very relieved Elena made it back safely. "I'm sorry you were drawn into this," she quietly tells the other woman. "And neither of us got hurt. Comrade Vaclav snuck up and cut the throat of the fascist, they never even saw us." There's awe in her voice, the kind of awe you have for someone who is a good killer. It's not necessarily something Lind admires as a good trait in a man, but she is definitely in awe about it. "And yes, I have met Comrade Matti," she explains, once more giving the Finn a smile.

Matti is busy watching the line West. Very, very busy. He turns around to mutter morosely, "No movement, comrade corporal." He shoots a sideways look at the lot of you, faces illuminated in the ghostly flare-light, before once again returning to his watching, taking another sneek peek back at Elena from the corner of one eye. A face, to a voice. His own looks rather sullen, and unpleasantly sharp in the fluorescent light, his high cheekbones casting one side of his face in shadows.
Matti returns Lind's smile with a slightly strained one of his own, invariably sullen, his eyes remaining on the line while his lips do the honours.

Elena pales at the order to follow. "Out of frying pan, into Corporal's company," she mumbles under her breath. "Was no problem, Lovisa," she adds to Lind, voice raised to a normal level. "Truly. I'm sorry I could not help." She starts after Vaclav… then recalls her rifle. She turns to pick it up, slinging it over her shoulder. She gives Matti a faint smile. "Gracias, senor," she says to Matti, giving him a nod of gratitude. "Truly. Hopefully will see you soon," she adds as she turns to follow Vaclav, scrambling out of the trench.

Lind hurries after the other two, slinging her rifle up on her shoulder. She's not very talkative on the move eastwards to find the Colonel, but she does comment; "I fear facing Modesto more than I feared going to the enemy lines."

Vaclav reaches the rear of the front line entrenchments, and grunts wordlessly, as he again hefts and settles the dead man on the trampled, and dried out grass of the Campo. Hauling himself out, and resettling the corpse on his shoulders, the big corporal says nothing on the subject.

Puerta del Rey
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Coordinates : 7 3

The main entrance to the park consists in a tall and sturdy stone gate that locks its sullen arms along the fenced perimeter to the park. A deluge of grandeur and solemnity is embedded in the stone structure that rises high to reserve its name: The King's Gate. But the honor and solemnity that was once invested in its building is long gone. The many carvings are damaged by splinters from exploding bombs, and the tiled paths that depart from here seem abandoned, soulless.

It is currently night time.

Sub-Rooms :
1. Limestone Building
2. Reserve Trench
3. Slit Trench

Modesto is here, anyway, this is what passes for the command post on the park.

Vaclav strides in frown the western park, The body of a dead man carried over his shoulder. While breathing heavily with the exertion, Vaclav's expression remains stoic, as he approaches the command post, with both others.

Elena follows after Vaclav and Lind, hugging her rifle to her chest. Welcome to the newest form of security blankets. She's still looking mighty pale, but she doesn't have any more holes! SO that's a /good/ thing. To her at least.

Lind is shadowing Vaclav. She's been, in a way, shadowing him since a long time back. Her face is pale too but like ELena, there are no new holes in her. Moving slower than usual due to her old wound she can at least walk.

Modesto is settled on a chair, not in the building, enjoying the summery Spanish night. Aides flock around him as per usual around The Big Men, and he's poring over some reports with the aid of a lantern and rather rickety looking desk.

In deep, brusque and heavily accented spanish, Vaclav rumbles to the first of Modesto's aides to hand. "Have report for Comrade Colonel." The words are loud enough to be heard clearly by most. "Now is good?" he queries flatly.

Lind adjusts the strap of her rifle, pushing the weapon up more securly on her shoulder, eyes flitting back and forth between the various aides. She avoids looking directly at Modesto as if doing so will simply make him go away.

Elena doesn't have as good a control on her curiosity as Lind. She watches Modesto, lips pressed to a thin line. Her arms tighten about her rifle, hugging it hard to her chest.

An aide heads over to Modesto, confers quietly in Spanish, and Modesto gets up from his chair, to head over to Vaclav. "Report, Comrade Corporal?". He looks over the three familiar faces, noting the lack of bulletholes. Does this mean a lack of zeal again?

Vaclav crouches slightly, to let the dead man roll forward off his shoulder to land face up on the ground of the Puerta del Rey, falling face-up, sightless eyes staring at the sky. Raising his closed fist in salute, Vaclav keeps his regard fixed on Modesto's and rumbles, "One less fascist in the west, Comrade Colonel. As ordered."

Lind raises her fist in a salute simultaneously as Vaclav, but stays one step behind and to the left of him. She manages to keep her expression neutrally calm now, staring at one of the buttons on Modesto's clothing.

Elena stays behind /both/ soldiers, trying to look small and… invisible.

Modesto looks over the corpse with the eye of one who has seen many, many corpses in his time. He squints at Vaclav. "A real fascist?" he asks. And shrugs, not like the PCE is too picky about who gets to be fascists. He returns the raised fist salute with rather more enthusiasm than previously. "Excellent work, Comrade Corporal. You may return to your regular duties. With your… reputation… improved somewhat.".

Vaclav nods curtly once to the reply. "Yes, Comrade Colonel," he replies evenly, lowering his arm, and turning without ado to voice toward Lind and Elena, in flat english, "Comrades. Dismiss."

"Yes, comrade corporal," Lind says and salutes Vaclav before she turns about to leave unless stopped by something, in the hopes of being able to see an end to this.

Elena wets her lips as she glances at Vaclav. And bobs her head in agreement. She kneels down, setting the rifle on the ground along with the bullets, then turns to high-tail it out of there herself!

A short time later…

City
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The streets of Madrid are fairly wide and open by the standards of the typical Western city. Each side of the road is lined with houses. This is one of the better parts of the town, so the houses are of the middle class, possibly even the wealthy, though presumably the occupants have left - as revolutionary graffiti and posters are everywhere.

It is currently night time.

With midnight slightly past, in Madrid, and only the light of stars and a half moon to light certain districts of the war torn city, Vaclav finds himself back in the same abandoned, stripped out house as before, with the added luxury of a second blanket spread out above the first. Rifle leaning against the wall, within reach, the grim solider looks between door and shuttered window, at each sound from without.

Lind slunk through deserted alleys, ducked quickly across streets, hid in shadows and made her way paranoidly to the northern parts of the city, more careful than ever before in her journey to meet her lover. She make some small sounds when entering the house though, to alert Vaclav if he is already there. The door is slowly pushed open and she peers inside before her whole body follows.

Vaclav can be plainly seen, as she looks in, rising to his feet, at the far wall. Upon catching sight of "Lovisa.." he swiftly crosses the floor toward her.

As usual, Lovisa moves to him for an embrace and a kiss. Tonight's 'ritual' is more desperate than usual though and even more craving of his affections. "Jag har langtat efter dig," she says, repeating the words she promised she would translate to him. "I have longed for you," she then offers as translation, after the first kiss.

More desperate, more charged tongiht. More needed. Echoing back at her between endearments, shaping the words, and trying without much immediate success to commit the words to memory. One phrase he does remember well, however is voiced next, "Var tyst och kyss mig, Lovisa."

Lind is still wounded and is moving a bit more clumsily, letting out a gasp as her chest is rubbed up against his. But she soon forgets all about it, joining Vaclav on the blankets in an entangle of limbs, desperate to be close.

Afterwards, she isn't her usual lazy and content self. Instead, she is curled up close, her expression serious, one arm tightly curled around him and breathing heavy from the exertion.

Vaclav's arm is curled around Lovisa's back, holding her to him with a constant pressure. Not crushing, or painful, but certainly firm. Rather than lyin on his back, as is typical, Vaclav finds himself lying on his side, facing the womam, as he struggles for breath. "Breathing good?" he wonders under his breath. The first concern.

Lind has to smile at that, as it's become a phrase of challenge. Now though, she response truthfully. "It still hurts, but I have no problems breathing. I will be fine," she promises, giving his cheek a tender kiss. "And you? I didn't drain you of what energy you had left, did I?" she asks teasingly, but even so, there is seriousness in the question as well.

Vaclav's chest stirs with a low chuckle. Nervous tension- such as what remains bleeding out at her words and speech. Kissing her brow in return, twice before rumbling, "Think you did. I need a few minutes.." again a note of gravity creeping into his voice as he adds, "I'll be fine." Repeating a moment later, "I'm fine."

Lind fully believes it and nods at him. "We both survived. Again," she notes murmuringly, rubbing her nose against his cheek and inhaling his scent deep into her lungs. "But we have to be more careful now. I don't like how… how Modesto talked about women. If he learned about you and me, I don't think anything good would come out of it."

"Again," Vaclav echoes with a short nod, turning his own face into hers as Lovisa's nose brushes his cheek, a coars fingered touch raised to trail down her jawline and neck. "You're right," he voices lowly. "After tonight.. need be careful. Should probably not pass the entire night together, after this."

Lind doesn't like it, even if she brought it up. She bites her lip and nods, seeing the necessity for discretion. "Have you heard, the rumours?" she says, and now choses to whisper as if just talking about the rumours will put the spies of the SIM on top of them. "About people disappearing."

Vaclav draws a breath to answer immediately, but holds it a moment, letting it slowly out before nodding once. "Yes, I've heard. Dissidents, enemies of the Party.. Just gone. What have you heard?" he wonders quietly.

Lind shakes her head. "Just rumours. Nothing substantial. Another Swede told me that one from his group had said something about how he was tired of incompetent leaders in the party, and three days later, he'd just disappeared. Mind you, he might have just deserted, or he could've been killed by fascists… But there's other rumours of the same kind. And you? Have you heard something substantial?"

Vaclav shakes his head slightly, negative. "Nothing much. Same stories: Doctor Cortes is gone. Could be anywhere. Getting drunk in Pampelona, dead in one of Franco's prisons.. anywhere. I just don't know."

Lind never thought she would say her next words. "Vaclav… I don't think the party is safe," she whispers. "Promise me you be careful with what you say, and I will do the same. Don't give anyone a reason to make us disappear too."

Vaclav dips his chin slightly, pressing a series of short, firm kisses down Lind's brow, temple, and cheek, before meeting her eyes again, "I will be careful. You do the same. And we'll make it through this."

Lind relaxes at that and once more nods. "We need to get back soon," she says, hardly eager to leave his embrace. But there is still some time, so she begins kissing him again, this time more soft and slow and not as desperate as earlier.

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