Elven Blend - Recce to contact

[scooter]

Cross-posted into Elven Blend


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Republic of Cascadia
State of Oregon
Julian date 20xx.175

For the "independent contractor" crew of Bravo 30, their reconnaissance along the trails around Clear Lake had been, for the most part, uneventful.  Even their vehicle was running well.  The SPARTECH contractors had been contracted to act as the eyes and ears for a column of Federal troops spearheading along US26 towards Mt Hood and the Cascadian and Cascadian-aligned foreign powers dug in there.

There was a spang of ricochet as a bullet hit the glacis before disintegrating.  "Screw this," the driver growled over the intercom, "I'm buttoning up."

"Contact front!  Just off 12 o'clock," the TC called, still looking through her glasses.

As her gunner was dumping his cigarette overboard, the next shot caught him in the forehead, just below his CVC.  He crumpled to the turret floor, dead.  The TC dropped to the floor of the turret, pulling her hatch closed, as an antitank missile slammed into the turret ring.

[nighthunter]

We Cascadians don't Fir around, lol!