The Prologue (1941) - Part II

[Tarotdragoon]

"Excellent Idea, it's been a long night" mumbles Russo as he stretched as high as the cabin would let him and scratched his growing stubble "where to from then bones? we got enough landmarks to reach the city on that dunning map of yours?"

[jacemachine]

"Well, I suppose that the map is TECHNICALLY Loder's-- but that is beside the point-- It has everything we need marked on it--" Bones pulls a stool up behind the wheel.

"Alright-- get some sleep-- I'll see you again in an hour or so."

Bones pilots the Halcon up the river tributary-- an hour later, many of you are awakened by the Kid on Bones' behalf.

"Wake up! Mr. Bones says that we're here. Meet up on deck!" The Kid says. He looks tired. He clearly did not get enough sleep yet...

[Nanshork]

Richard sighs, he was hoping to get more sleep.  He grabs the few clothes he actually took off and puts them on, then grabs his rifle and heads up to the deck.

[Tarotdragoon]

grumbling and yawning Russo pulls himself out of bed and onto deck yawning widely

[j0lt]

Loder shakes his head and makes his way back up the stairs, using the walls for support to avoid putting too much weight on his injured leg.

[ragincajun2288]

Pingo's eyes blinked open. They stayed wide open as he stood and began preparing his things for the day's task. He was too used to sleepless nights. Mentally he was ready, physically his body groaned with weariness. As he began to follow the others to the deck he scratched his bald head and wondered what was in store for him today.

[Flay Crimsonwind]

The kid's morning alarm made Eisen wake with a bit of a start, rifle leaping from his lap to his shoulder aimed at the kid. His arm hurt still, and he wasn't in a good mood; for a moment he considered the value of the bullet. Sighing, knowing there was nothing to consider, he got up, slung his jacket haphazardly onto his shoulders with his bag, and wandered upstairs wearily, his bootlaces not even tied yet. He looked and felt like hell, and knew the other did too...

[BowenSilverclaw]

"Ugh...Already?" Sgt. Kestrel mumbled as he rolled out of the lower bunk and put on his boots.

After he got his firearms and started to make his way topside he stretched his arms and let out a loud yawn. The Sarge obviously didn't get a good rest after last night's battle.

[jacemachine]

The Old Mission
aka: "Machete Landing:

11:46 AM

From the deck of the Halcon, make Spot Checks please.

[Nanshork]

Spot: 24

[Flay Crimsonwind]

Spot: 20
Listen: 25, for the hell of it!

[ragincajun2288]

Spot (1d20+3=19)

[j0lt]

Spot check = 8

[BowenSilverclaw]

Spot: 14

[jacemachine]

Loder

You see a long wooden dock made of hewn timber. A 50-foot low draft river boat is moored along side it. There are some old stone and grass structures on land.

Kestrel

You see a long wooden dock made of hewn timber. A 50-foot low draft river boat is moored along side it. There are some old stone and grass structures on land. You can count at least four of them. One has a steeple at the top. This fits the description of an old mission as far as you can tell.

Pingo

You see a long wooden dock made of hewn timber. A 50-foot low draft river boat is moored along side it. There are some old stone and grass structures on land. You can count at least four of them. But you know that there are five from the last time you had traveled this way many months ago. You don't see Barranca and Satipo around, the two sleazy "guides" who sell bad maps, and second hand gear. You don't see that weird old man who lives in shack #4, either and THAT man is always on his front porch whittling time away and glaring at everyone cross-eyed.

Eisen

You see a long wooden dock made of hewn timber. A 50-foot low draft river boat is moored along side it. There are some old stone and grass structures on land. You can count at least five of them. One is tucked back far in the back while another has a steeple at the top. This fits the description of an old mission as far as you can tell. You don't see a living soul moving about-- nor do you hear anything that would indicate the presence of the occupation. It has a very lonely feel to it. The jungle is still alive with noise all around, but nothing about this place sets it a part from the jungle noise-wise.

Richard

You see a long wooden dock made of hewn timber. A 50-foot low draft river boat is moored along side it. There are some old stone and grass structures on land. You can count at least five of them. One is tucked back far in the back while another has a steeple at the top. This fits the description of an old mission as far as you can tell. You don't see a living soul moving about-- nor do you hear anything that would indicate the presence of the occupation. It has a very lonely feel to it. The jungle is still alive with noise all around, but nothing about this place sets it a part from the jungle noise-wise. No domestic animals anywhere either. You'd expect to see or even hear a mule.

[Nanshork]

Richard shakes his head.  "Looks like the Nazis came here too."

[BowenSilverclaw]

"Guess we'll have to see if we can find any clues about how long ago they were here. I hope those krauts don't have too much of a headstart." Kestrel says before tying a bandana over his head and putting on a hat.

[Tarotdragoon]

"crap beat us to it again, guess we're no expecting a warm welcome this time either"

[jacemachine]

"How do you guys want to approach?" Bones asked from his wheelhouse perch, calling out an opened window. "I don't SEE anything moving around in there--"

[j0lt]

Loder sighs.  "As much as I'd rather stay on the ship, I need to help Esteban put his brother in the ground.  If you gentlemen would be so kind as to scout things out while I get Paco ready, I'd sure appreciate it."