>>28506260

Take out the driver and wait for them to approach. They're not going to be lugging the DShK with them, certainly.

>>28506260
How good am I with the rifle?
Assuming I can safely snipe a moving target on a bouncy road without wasting a bullet, the driver's gone.

And here I was about to delete this post Guess it isn't dead then.
>>28506527
>>28506469
You are a trained marksman. As it is, they're going slowly enough down the road towards your position that you can pop the driver, especially with time enough to steady and wait for them to come in to comfortable range. Give me 2 1d100 rolls, 70 and below succeed, only one success necessary.

Rolled 44

>>28506579

Rolled 23

>>28506579

Rolled 61

>>28506579

Shooting

>>28506579

Also, friendly suggestion - you could give options in greentext that emphasise the information you have in the post, just to make it easier for people to make choices.

That should draw in some more players.

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>>28506607
>>28506599
Success.

You zip your duffel bag shut, dragging it over to the window with one hand, grabbing your rifle with the other. The DShK has range enough to pelt your position, but the gunner will have to aim over the cab of the truck, and you can quickly abandon your position.

You set down your duffel, and steady your gun, eye on the scope. A little pale smear against the shining of the windshield, you focus on him. Rest the barrel on your hand. 'Bone is steadier than flesh,' your father always said, and you let your gun rest on your arm rather than try to grip it.

The truck bounces, comes over a small rise, and decelerates coming down a small hill. 600 meters. Not much wind today either. You hold your breath, concentrate. Squeeze the trigger slowly.

Your M1C kicks hard, and the split stock doesn't help much- but you see the truck's windshield go red, jerk and veer. You hope it would spin out, sending the gun off the bed, but it steadies rapidly. No luck there.

3 bullets. 4 enemies. They'd be getting the DShK up by now. You see the gunner is scrambling to regain his seat behind the machine gun. You can't see your enemies in the back right now, but they'd be going to cover. The man riding shotgun is quite visible though, shaking the driver. You murmur a hollow praise to God your father taught you.

They don't have much cover between their position and your ksar. The old kings that held these trade routes knew the power of position and clear lines of sight. But, if they gunned the truck, they could cross the distance quickly.

Bullets could cross faster though.

>[ ] Evacuate your position. It doesn't take a genius to assume a sniper would be in the tower.
>[ ] Shoot the copilot, before he can get the truck moving again. DC 70 and below.
>[ ] Shoot the gunner, before he can puts 12mm bullets through you. DC 60 and below.
>[ ] Other.

>>28506671
Okay, it is done.

Rolled 39

>>28506700
>>[ ] Shoot the gunner, before he can puts 12mm bullets through you. DC 60 and below.

Rolled 53

>>28506700

>>[ ] Shoot the gunner, before he can puts 12mm bullets through you. DC 60 and below.

This, and then get the hell out of dodge.

Also, why the hell are we alone in a ksar?

>>28506723
>Also, why the hell are we alone in a ksar?
was about to ask the same thing

>>28506723
>>28506722
Okay, shooting a gunner. Successfully at that.

Ruminating on the past, headshots, and evacuations next.

>>28506723
>>28506722
Hopefully this will dissuade them from staying on the gun at all and prompt them to come and root us out.

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You don't allow yourself the luxury of testing their accuracy. Thin, black crossed lines settle on the machine gunner's head. You think you actually recognize him- that ugly split nose at least. He was one of the men that molotoved your place. He's sweating, shouting, bringing the heavy barrel up. If you recall right, he was actually French born. Trying to get in touch with his roots. Didn't matter.

Forked wood slams in to your shoulder again, a super sonic crack, and then he's looking up cross eyed at a dark red hole in his head. Another shell casing bounces off of the ground, and you turn for the stone carved stairs, hefting your bag over your shoulder. You hear a distant roar of an engine as you leap down the stairs.

2 bullets. 3 enemies.

Nineteen years old, you had a revelation. You had drifted from job to job, from country to country, as the Arab Spring turned from hopeful to bloody.You thought had no marketable skills, until one fateful day in N'Goussa, Mu'awiya came calling, saying he knew your father. He offered money and food, if you worked for him. You accepted- as it turned out, you DID have a talent after all. You knew how to shoot.

Two years later, you had a dispute about your contract. Namely, you had ended up killing his son.

You were hoping that if you ducked him long enough, the other militias could tear him to pieces, and let you get to Oran. There, you had money in a bank, and a Sicilian that owed you a favor.

But first, you'd have to survive.

You break out in to the court, hearing the revving of the truck, and a smattering of gunfire. Charging straight on then. Must be a hefty bounty for you.

In the courtyard, you have cover, if they're coming this way. Nothing that could stand up to the DShK though.

>[ ] Climb over a far wall to elude them. DC 55 with bag, 75 without. Bag contains clothes, food, water, gun maintenance kit, and crappy old laptop.
>[ ] Take cover, hide, wait for enemies to arrive. DC 66 for hiding.
>[ ] Other.

Do we have a knife and some duct tape?
Once its down to one enemy and no bullets, we can settle this with cold steel

Rolled 100

>>28506878
>>[✓] Climb over a far wall to elude them. DC 55 with bag, 75 without. Bag contains clothes, food, water, gun maintenance kit, and crappy old laptop.
We're just as fucked if we don't bring our bag. The wilderness is a harsh bitch without water or at least something to carry it. We're even more fucked if we let them bring that gun to bear on us. Bring the bag. If we leave it behind, we'll have to double back for it after they leave.

>>28506919
In most other quests, this would be a good thing. C'est la vie.

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>>28506919
Well that didn't last long.

>>28506897
That would be risky. The main character, frankly, isn't all that good when it comes to hand to hand. However, you do have a knife in your boot.

>>28506919
...Well then. Writing. I really should use a roll above system in the future.

I guess I should have put in the rule that 'please don't roll until a course is decided' earlier. But whatever. That's how it'll be in the future.

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You take a glance back. You've got time. And the old sandstone has plenty of hand holds and chips in it. Two stories high, but oh well. You climbed higher on the trees back at home. You run for the wall, pulling the Garand around you with the rifle strap. You're a bit weighed down, but oh well. Starving out in the desert was a bad idea.

You jump grabbing on to the hand holds- and succeed! You climb up, higher and higher, wondering why you thought this would be hard in the first place- you quash your celebratory thoughts though. You were lucky enough to have gotten a lift from a Berber you knew, but that truck would certainly be handy. You get your head up over the top of the wall, glance for the truck- it's pulling around the road, just two hundred meters out. They've got another man on the gun, noticeably hunched over, firing shots at the tower you used to be. The tower starts shattering, clouds of dust and and stone flying from it.

Old stone doesn't hold up well. You shake your head, grab at the next hand hold, and heft up, reaching with your other arm- and then hear something go crack quite a bit closer.

You scrabble and scrape at the wall, grabbing for any sort of hand hold. Nothing. You fall in to the void, biting back the scream you wanted to emit. You fall back, hard, and feel your-

>[ ] Garand's stock finally fall apart. Increased difficulty to all shooting rolls.
>[ ] Laptop shatter. There goes data and contacts for future jobs and help.
>[ ] Ankle twist. Mobility reduced.

You grit your teeth, swear- God be good, your back hurts. You roll over, coughing, get to elbows and knees.

Hear the booming of the DShK get closer.

>[ ] Back up on that wall, pronto! DC55 with bag, 75 without. Ankle twist will increase difficulty by 10.
>[ ] Take cover. DC 66 for hiding, ankle twist will increase difficulty by 5.
>[ ] Fuck it. Lay in wait with your gun. Permit surprise attack when Mu'awiya get in to the courtyard.
>[ ] Other.

>>28506964

Nah, keep at what you're doing, dice-wise. Don't worry about it. Bad rolls happen.

I was thinking we should have laid low within the fort - even if they could tear up the ksar with the DShK, what are the chances of them hitting us? But oh well.

>>28507105
Hmmm. That's a tough one. I would say Ankle Twist, but only if we then take a choice where we get to keep our bag. Otherwise, losing the gun stock would be better than losing our entire bag, since we'll be able to do a patch job at some point.

Thoughts?

>>28507143
Well, yeah, you can try to climb the wall with a twisted ankle of course.

>>28507105
>>[ ] Ankle twist. Mobility reduced.

We need that gun at top performance, it is our only real chance to get rid of those bastards. The Laptop will be invaluable in the future should we get out of here.

>[ ] Take cover. DC 66 for hiding, ankle twist will increase difficulty by 5.

Looks like the fates don't want us to get out, we need to take them in an ambush right here. Maybe we can fake the last one out.

>>28507168
>>28507143
I'll call that somewhat of a consensus. Gimme your 1d100 rolls.

Rolled 18

>>28507185

Come on. All your concealment.

Rolled 72

>>28507168
Yeah, I think this is the only reasonable strategy. Let's hope we can either recover one of their automatics to kill the last guy or club him to death in melee.

>>28507185
Let's hope I don't roll a 100 again.

>>28506260
Wait until they get close enough, they won't know which window I am shooting out of.

Shoot the man in the drivers seat at about 100 yards.

They can't carry the DShK with them so someone else will have to get in the driver's seat

And then I have four stationary targets, or they can try to hoof it to the fort in which case I can hit three of them when they slow down for breath (running across the desert is hard work)

When the fourth one gets in the castle to kill me, he'll be winded and fatigued from all that running. His aim will be off and he will be weakened.

Surprise him behind the doorway with a knife to the gut. Bear him to the ground while pretending my other arm is a sewing machine.

>>28507168
The last one will hear the ping, so we'd better get a new gun off this third guy or come up with some other contingency.

>>28507190
Success at hiding. Writing.

>>28507203

That sounds good, except we only have 2 bullets left. Driver's one. Then we'll have to take out the other two with one bullet.

>>28507237
Fantastic. If we can use that to our advantage to take one or more people out quietly with a choke-hold, we'll have enough ammunition for the left.

>>28507237
How wide is the front gate? Can we shoot the driver as they come in and make it so the people in the back can't - or at least have a hard time - moving forward or maneuvering the gun in the doorway? Because if so, do that.

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You shake your head, and jerk up- then feel your foot dance with fire, and wince. Twisted your ankle. Damn it! You shift your weight on to your other foot. You hope you don't have to walk. The nearest town was at least 30 kilometers away, and the inhabitants were hardly friendly.

You ignore it. You throw your bag under a dry and gnarled bush, and hobble for the center. It might have been a fountain once, but it was dry, solid, flush to the wall to the left of the gate, and gave you a good view of the entrance. You slump behind the stone, wincing again. Despite your instincts, you pull your leg up and under yourself, growling curses the entire time. There. Tucked away pretty well, and you're already covered in dust. You blend in well.

Two bullets. Three killers coming your way.

You glance at the gate- it was wide and tall to permit horses in, but not that wide or tall. Shooting the driver as soon as he entered might be a good idea. They'd be cramped getting out, and you could keep them in the gate way. But you'd have the shoot the DShK gunner quickly if you wanted to survive. And you only had two shots. If the third held his courage, he'd be able to get up on the gun and hose you down.

If you waited, maybe they'd drift around, away from the gun to try to find you. Heck, maybe if you waited long enough, they'd leave. You glance at the far wall, frown. Would they notice the broken stone and think you vaulted it?

You hear the approaching truck, the men shouting out. Shouting that they'd kill you, and drag your corpse back to your father's grave for him to see.

Two bullets.

>[ ] Aim for the gate. Take out the driver as soon as he pulls in. DC 70.
>[ ] Aim for the gate. Take out the gunner as soon as you can get a bead on him. DC 70.
>[ ] Wait. Watch. Stay quiet.
>[ ] Other.

>>28507376

Wait, watch. Stay quiet.

Keep a bead on the gunner as he comes in through the gate, though. We will want to keep the truck functional, and I don't want a stray shot to hit the engine block and leave us without a ticket to civilisation.

>>28507376
>>[✓] Aim for the gate. Take out the driver as soon as he pulls in. DC 70.

>>28507376
>[x] Aim for the gate. Take out the driver as soon as he pulls in. DC 70.

>>28507478
>>28507432
Ah, good, I was worried I'd have to 1d2. Roll for me.

Rolled 36

>>28507485

Rolled 19

>>28507485
Hoping to finally roll a success!

Rolled 52

>>28507498
>>28507495
Luck is on your side. Writing.

>>28507513
Oh god, what was that roll for?

You roll your shoulder, ignore the pain in your ankle, breach, and bring the stock up to your shoulder. Two bullets. Three enemies. You wish you had time enough to take the scope off the thing, but you had no way of predicting how soon these guys would push through. You'd have to make do.

You hear the crunching of gravel, and the roaring engine- he was going fast then. You'd have to shoot straight. You frown. Hopefully they wouldn't wreck the thing as it went in. Problem with Mu'awiya's men, aside from them wanting to kill you, was that they could never take anything slow. You REALLY didn't want to have to walk.

Then you hear a squall from the engine, and tires trying to find traction in dirt. They're braking in front of the entrance.

"Come out!" You hear shouted from beyond the wall. You stay silent, "Get out here, you coward! Come out!"

You keep your gun up. Stay ready. You should have counted on their bravado.

"Yeah, come out!" Another voice, a bit more nasally, "Easy to shoot at us far away, huh?"
"Camel fucking inbred!"
"Your father should have been burned for bringing you in to this world!"
Just wait.
"Come out and die quick, or we'll come get you, and you die slow!"

You glance around the ksar- no, nobody's sneaking up on you. Just them trying to goad you out. Then you hear it. A third voice, quiet.
"Do you think he's still there?"
"Yaqub saw something glinting up there, before he-"
"Well maybe he left?"
"And if he didn't-"
"Shut up, we're going in! Keep that gun up, Ayyub!"

Finally. Your hear the engine rev beyond the wall, and then see the truck pushing in slowly. The driver is there, leaning over the wheel. His eyes are narrowed, as he glances to his left, then to his right. His eye catches yours. You squeeze the trigger.

One bullet. Two enemies.

The bullet through the temple bursts, coating the cab in blood. He falls on the accelerator, and the truck picks up speed, heading for the wall. The gunner is in view now, and his fellow in the back. The gunner is disciplined- he's still looking down the barrel, sweeping for targets. His comrade though, is panicking, and is leaping from the truck.

That shitty truck better not break.

>Shoot gunner. DC 68
>Shoot runner. DC 62
>Wait. Your position isn't revealed. Maybe the crash will take care of them?
>Draw knife, charge! While their aim is off, you can close enough to kill them with your knife as soon as they crash!
>Other.

>>28507777
>Wait for the crash

We could run to the car and use the DShK to kill the last man.

>>28507777
>>Wait. Your position isn't revealed. Maybe the crash will take care of them?

If we are lucky the crash will knock out the gunner before he notices something is wrong. Then we take the shot at his comrade.

Rolled 91, 98 = 189

>>28507867
>>28507811
Writing.

>>28507777
>Wait. Your position isn't revealed. Maybe the crash will take care of them?
Can get the gunner when he is stunned, then use DShK to get runner.

He's shouting prayers to God as he leans off of his chair, and pulls the trigger. You go down flat, hugging your cheek against the fountain side. The sound rattles your teeth, and you wonder if God would be able to hear anyone over that din.

The stuttering roar continues, stone and tile, dirt and grass fly up with equal abandon as the machine gun roars on and on. A few shots fly over your position, making you wish you were smaller, making you wish your ankle didn't hurt so bad, making you wish quite a great deal. Then you hear a crash, shattering glass, a strangled cry- the gunfire ends abruptly.

You stay low. Wait for the ringing in your ears to fade. You listen. Eventually, you hear choking, sputtering, coughing. But you also heard a footsteps moving to the opposite side of the court.

The runner's taken cover. The opposite end. He'll have the area covered. Does he know where you are? Is the machine gunner dead?

You carefully peek up, over the edge- the truck looks okay. The grill is bent in, and thankfully the crash must have gotten the dead man's foot off of it. The DShK is skewed at an angle, pointing skyward. The gunner is crumpled in to the back window of the cab. Trying to pry himself free. His arm is at a funny angle. Was the DShK out of ammo? He was spraying it earlier. But, he was alive.

But you don't see the runner. You glance about, carefully doing your best to remain unnoticed. You see a rifle emerge from the far doorway, and duck down.

He's on the opposite side from you. You don't know if he saw you. You listen carefully, breathing.

That damn gunner, all he is saying, pleading, whining is for God to be good, God to be great, God have mercy. Your father taught you that silence was just as holy as prayer in a fight.

One bullet. Two enemies.

>[ ] Finish the gunner. No difficulty.
>[ ] Try to find the man in the door, and shoot him before he shoots you. DC 40.
>[ ] Wait. Maybe they'll come at you first?
>[ ] Other.

>>28507880

Oh wow. I hope this is good for us.

>>28508023
>>[✓] Try to find the man in the door, and shoot him before he shoots you. DC 40.

God willing, we'll be able to go up and finish the mounted gunner in melee after we finish the guy who's currently an actual threat.

>>28508023

>[ ] Wait. Maybe they'll come at you first?

Logic dictates that the runner will try to help out his companion. If he comes out, he dies.

>>28508050
Do you see that DC man? Do you trust in Dice God that much?

>>28508117
I do. God is great!

>>28508082
>>28508050
Right, finally hit on a tie.

Shall I 1d2?

>>28508141
Fine.
>[ ] Try to find the man in the door, and shoot him before he shoots you. DC 40.

>>28508159
Right, never mind. Gimme some d100s.

Rolled 38

>>28508196

>>28508207
And you shoot true. Writing.

>>28508207
nice

>>28508050
>>28508141

This is a new side of our gifted ghost.

>>28508207
Allahu akbar!

For the glory of god

>>28508207

There is a God, and he hates these people.

>>28508383
The system is to roll under the DC.

>>28508394

>these people

As in the people we are killing.

>>28508465
Ah, I took 'these' to mean us, the players. My bad.

You glance over the fountain again. The gunner was staggering out, bleeding from the head, one arm cradled- he would be trouble.

Then you hear a chatter of AKM fire, and duck again, the priceless fountain tilework shattering. Three rounds whizzing past your head. You curse. Of course that bastard was watching for you.
"Lucky whore son!" The man shouts. Another burst, too low. He was advancing on you, confident in his automatic, "You will die, bastard! You will die, and no one will mourn you, or your traitor father!" Another burst over your head. Is he stopping to taunt you between shots? "Do you hear me?" Another burst, closer to the mark, "Do you hea-"

You do. You leap from your good foot, rifle up, diving from behind the fountain. He's standing in the open, hip firing his rifle. He looks astonished swings it around. But it's too late.

Ping.

No more bullets. One more enemy.

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The AKM clatters from his fingers, as he brings his hands up to his shirt. Some sort of western thing. Arsenal? You can't figure it out. The bullet went right through his heart. He clasps his hands over it, descends to his knees.

You stagger up, leaning heavily on the rifle. Your foot hurts, and you wince. Your father's gun was good as a cane at least. You hobble over to the trick, the delirious gunner. He sees you coming, but can't do much about it. He's trying to work out a machete from his pant leg. Ah, now you recognize him underneath the glass and blood. The Sudanese. You remember him. Ayyub.

You stagger past him, as he takes a drained swing at you. You grab his wrist, twist the machete out, throw it away. It clatters somewhere in the grass. He chuckles wetly, gives you a nod. Well mannered. Or maybe it was just the head wound. He goes back to praying to God. You pull the DShK out of his reach, then go back to work. Let him finish his prayers.

You pull open the cab, haul out the corpses. God it reeks. You're going to hate driving this thing.

You glance around, take stock.

>Loot checklist. Hopefully book keeping won't kill all enjoyment. Unless otherwise specified, everything is kinda shabby.
>2527 DA (Algerian Dinar). Current money total, 9527 DA. Or roughly $119.27.
>Three AKM. Thirteen 30 round magazines, actual ammo, 192 bullets.
>One DShK. 98 12.7mm rounds left.
>One CZ75, two 15 round magazines, untouched. Fine condition.
>A Browning Hi Power. No ammo or magazines, strangely.
>Two gallons gasoline separate of the truck.
>One Ford Ranger, moderately damaged.
>One Norinco Type 69 RPG, with two anti infantry high explosive grenades.
>One Dragunov, poor condition, jammed, three magazines, 32 rounds.

>Please note, taking everything might not be the best idea.

You've won. Now what?

>To Oran.
>To the nearest village. Get the ankle fixed.
>To Mu'awiya's compound in Constantine. You have a score to settle.
>Other.

>>28508527
Trained marksman, sure, but are we trained in CQC? The gunner is staggered, but our ankle is dicksdicks. Do we feel like it could go either way? Seems safer to go for the dumb kid's gun and turn it on the gunner.

>>28508541
Ditch everything we can't easily offload onto the black market. Definitely keep the RPG, though. That could come in terribly handy. Go to Oran, though. We don't know if there are other people after us at the village, and we can get our ankle fixed up there - unless it's a break, rather than a sprain, in which case we need that fixed pronto.

>>28508541
Can we make the Dragunov operational again? Also if we are leaving with the truck, why not taking everything, might be useful for bargain. What is in our bag?

>>28508566
You're not trained in CQC.

But...The driver got a 98 and a 99 on his 'don't get fucked' roll.

>>28508541
being an expert marksman do we know how to fix the dragunov ?

>>28508603
>>28508592
Fixing the jam is easy. But, it looks like it's been damaged due to shoddy maintenance. It might be a bit finicky (Read, jamming when hitting the range of 95-100).

>>28508591
Well, the black market will buy everything. But if you're heading in to Oran, there'll be security there, and they might require bribes. Any heavy hardware will make things worse.

Still, you have experience with these matters. If you can get your laptop online, you can set up a drop off before you hit civilized areas and make some money.

At any rate- to Oran?

>>28508541
We should definitely take the CZ75.
I think we should take AKM or Dragunov

We have a pack to keep some ammo in, right?

>>28508592
Oh, sorry, missed the bag question.

Bag contains firearms maintenance kit, laptop, clothes, food and water to last you four days, flares, phone (broken), and cash. 9527 DA won't get you far- but it's better than being bankrupt.

Other than that, you're pretty sparse. You didn't have much time to plan when you were chased out.

>>28508657
Yep, you have a pack. It's your standard duffel bag. The type of thing you'd take to a gym.

>>28508639
Yea, Oran. Drive using foot that isn't sprained. Probably can find some medic there. If there is bounty on us we should not stay at village.

>>28508639
darn sandfriends cannot into maintenance

i say to oran and arange a drop and cash in

>>28508639
I'm inclined to take everything, we can ditch it on the road if needed. Maybe unmount the machine gun so we can avoid drawing too much attention.
Off to Oran!

>>28508693
>>28508681
To Oran!

Definitely try to offload these goods rather than sneaking them in somewhere. Could give us important traveling money.

>>28508697
Hell, border guards might even take the DSsK, provided we approach them before without the gun.

take the stuff to Oran - all of it - we can sell it all there to whoever is buying stuff, or trade objects for favours/bribes, Better to get rid of stuff there, than to leave it behind and wish we'd brought it.

Best to cover it up in the back of the technical, if we can, to avoid trouble.

You are a good writer, OP. I don't usually read these threads.

>>28508697
What, unlike the brains and blood all over the cab?

>>28508806
they should have had at least one extra canteen of water between them - 5 people need a lot more water than one - so we can likely afford to use some water to clean up the worst of the mess.

>>28508806
You forgot the dying guy.
It's a lot more dangerous to look like you're about to shoot everything than to look like you've just shot everything when you're around itchy trigger fingers

We did kill the last guy, right?

>>28508933
Nope. We let him finish praying while we searched the truck.

>>28508851
there's killing in defence, and there's killing in cold blood.

We disarmed him of that machete, he's at the least got a broken arm and a split scalp, and is unable to fight. Throw him a canteen of water, and wish him the grace of Allah, and that the prophet, peace be upon him guides him to safety.

And tell him if we ever see his face again, he will not be given such kindness. And if his allies try following us, they will get the same treatment as his friends lying in the dust. We want nothing to do with them.


(if he's rescued, and he passes that on, then Mu'awiya's men may well drop their guard, thinking that we are running, instead of planning to regroup and to then settle the score.)

>>28508957
i agree with that

>>28508957
This guy. He's a real trooper.

>>28508957
Yeah, I'm on board with that. We don't have to kill him, but we don't have to save him either.

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You had been holding off on what to do with Ayyub, but the decision is made for you when you finish. He's very still when you next go to check him. No pulse in his neck either. He must have cut an artery? You drag him out, and set him down on the ground. It seemed almost sacrilegious to leave him, and the rest of the corpses laying about in a site of such hallowed history to rot among shell casings and bullet holes.

But you have survival to consider. You tear off an unbloodied shirt, and do your best to wipe down the cab, and the windows. The spider webbed wind shield would be a bitch, but oh well. Better than walking.

You pile everything you can find in to the back of the truck, flatten the DShK as best as you can (throwing away the ridiculous chair on the way), then pull a tarp over it, tamping it down best as you can with rocks so it wouldn't fly off. Any cop or militia member worth his salt would sense an easy income from a man driving alone with this much illegal gear, but what could you do? You could be certain that Oran would have its expenses as well.

The dragunov is interesting though. You wondered where the man got it- old model, poorly taken care of- but you like it. It'll be good. You were never one to go screaming in to combat, to go toe to toe. You preferred to strike from the shadows, from afar.

You clear the jam, set it in the copilot's seat.

Oran was ten hours away. And you know how Mu'awiya worked- these men would be expected back. They didn't even have any food (Aside from one blood sodden merguez beneath the seat), just some cola and a canteen of water. Meant to be a quick outing. They would get suspicious when they didn't return.

You forgot to check for cell phones. Cursing, you hobble out, check the corpses- amusingly, the driver, the first man you shot is the one with the phone. You pull it up, an old Nokia- no missed calls. You sigh relief, slip it in to your pocket, and head back for the car.

You frown at the harsh copper scent, and the vaguely oily feeling of the wheel, but you put it from your mind.You pull out of the ksar, leaving ruins, bullet holes, and bodies behind.

You're lucky the radio works. You try to get an idea of the political situation, you don't want to risk getting caught stopping by a village to chat. Getting internet would be another question, but you'll leave that for now.

You skim the stations. Proclamations, announcements- this territory was strictly under the hold of the tribes, underneath Huffaz- but apparently, he'd been killed. A prerecorded message on the Berber radio solemnly proclaimed that Huffaz had 'cooperated with the oppressors, and for his misdeeds had been judged and executed. Our warriors, who seek to liberate all will brook no treachery. Algeria, arise! Fear no evil, for we shall stand beside you and fight for you. Wait for our coming, it is soon. Our way is true. Our courage will be seen by all!'

Another overly ambitious group, though it sounded more nationalist. You put it from your mind. The Berber announcer then stated meekly that the political situation continued to be shaped. Interesting.

Next, Constantine reported that Mu'awiya's men continued to clash with competing militias. ARC news's Omar bin Ghazali reported in his typical understated tone that Mu'awiya's men were fighting a losing battle, and only hoped that the fighting would end soon. No other militias were named yet. Nobody was on the rise then. Then, he mentions the words 'European intervention-' then, the radio fuzzes out.

You roll your eyes. Typical luck. You look ahead on the level sounds heading to the hills. This might explain it though. Flashing lights, armored vehicles. Checkpoint? Government forces? Tribesmen? Militia?

Definitely trouble though.

>[ ] Avoid. See how it does off road.
>[ ] Gun it. Blitz through before they know what hit them.
>[ ] Approach cautiously.
>[ ] Other.

>>28509080
(x) avoid
with this much stuff and blood and a damaged car it would be a nightmare to go trough anything

>>28509080
What time is it? If past dusk, turn off lights and avoid.
>[ ] Avoid. See how it does off road.
Will have to go slow.

>>28509080
>>[✓] Other.
See if they have wifi connected to satlink or something. We might be able to coordinate this drop if we don't get noticed while setting it up.

>>28509080
>>[ ] Avoid. See how it does off road.

>>28509129
>>28509170
It'll eat up time, but it's better than eating lead. Avoiding.

Also, current time is 5:23PM. You've got about nine hours to hit Oran- but with this detour, that will add time.

Anyway, writing-

>>28509192
Hm. Well, you can take a quick check without risking it. Adding on.

I'm thinking we keep the Garand, the Dragunov, and the RPG. Everything else, we offload. It really doesn't matter what price we get. We get some cash, and we don't have to try to get this shit through checkpoints.

Unless you guys think the hassle of the RPG outweighs its uses?

Thoughts?

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You kill the lights- the area is pretty rough, but there's not too many sudden ditches. You still take it slow just in case.

You reach in the back, and grab your laptop, turning it on. It is, as ever, agonizingly slow, but by the time it boots up, you wince at the battery left. Only about forty minutes.

The antenna on the thing is good though- you recall having to pay a hefty fee for it, but it serves well. You hope you'll be able to pick up something.

You hop out of the truck, and sneak forward, binoculars by your side, laptop cradled like a baby, and dragunov slung over your shoulder. You approach, quietly and carefully. Nothing, nothing, and nothing. You check your laptop each step you take, but it's not picking up anything. You're eventually close enough to see a man smoking and yelling at his friends sitting on a generator. US surplus vehicles it looks like. Just with a bunch of crap welded over it. They probably have some radio- but no wifi.

Waste of time. With a sigh, you snap the laptop shut, and head back for your truck. No alarms.

You make it to the foothills of the Atlas mountains without seeing anyone. Well, you do see some burning wrecks- some battles apparently were fought here, probably between the Berbers and the militias being pushed south. You manage to hit a paved road, and head north along it- by now, night has fallen, and you turn on your headlights.

You turn the radio back on. Nothing too interesting in the news. Apparently, the EU was giving an ultimatum to someone or another, and threatening intervention. You hoped they wouldn't send the French. Your father would spin in his grave.

There are some cars on the road, but not many. They drive past, uncaring of your bullet riddled and blood soaked truck.

>[ ] Head to Djelfa- you've got a friend there, Rachim. It would be militia territory though.
>[ ] Head to Tiaret- on the way to Oran, and relatively peaceful. Government controlled. They might have questions if they stop you though.

>>28509459
>>[✓] Head to Djelfa- you've got a friend there, Rachim. It would be militia territory though.
We need to offload this ware before we can get through government zones, and our friend can help.

>>28509486
This. Hopefully controlled by other militias than Mu'awiya's

>>28509510
>>28509486
Arms dealer quest is gooooo

>>28509528
>give us a sniper in a war-torn region
>Hey guys, wanna play survivalist and mercenary?
>Nah, let's do trading. Trading is fun, right guys?
Yeah, sounds like /tg/ to me. I'm so proud.

>>28509486
militia territory sounds like a really bad idea.
At least a government checkpoint, you can honestly say you were attacked by the Mu'awiya militia and escaped, and are trying to get to the safety of government-controlled land.

you might need to bribe them or pay off with some hardware in the back, but its better than a bullet in the head.

So:
>[X] Head to Tiaret- on the way to Oran, and relatively peaceful. Government controlled. They might have questions if they stop you though.

>>28509570
We're former merc for the militias, though, and we probably look the part. At least there's a good chance that the militias either won't recognize us or will be an enemy of the one hunting us down.

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>>28509550
>implying we'l not trade all of our stuff for salami and vodka

>>28509609
get out of here, S.T.A.L.K.E.R, this is Algeria, not the Zone.

>>28509594
if we have identification and the likes where we're known to be a merc, then its a bad idea to go towards the government controlled region.


if we can hide our identity, and change our appearance, I still say its safer, and better for our plan to get medical treatment on the ankle, and prepare for getting even with Mu'awiya.

if we cant pass in any way as a civvie, however, we're probably best to reroute, and look for aid elsewhere in Djelfa

You bank right, head up the road to Djelfa.

As you go up in to the mountains, it gets colder and colder. Your ankle is killing you. You wish you'd packed a coat. Snow powders the road, and you slow down more. Here, traffic increases- you don't know which militia holds this place, but they seemed to be doing a good job. You glance up- from telephones and trees, bodies hang with bags over their heads, and signs hanging off their necks. You can only see them in glimpses from the corners of your eyes, ghosts shining in the dark and then passing behind you. You can't shake the momentary superstitious fear that an army of the dead was rallying behind you.

You wonder about their crimes. Mu'awiya hadn't come this far south, as far as you could recall. So, enemy of an enemy might protect you.

The cars slow down up ahead. No chance to avoid it this time, in the tight mountains. You bring yourself to a halt. A scrap built wall and gate, and a banner hanging above- two banners actually. Highly stylized words in gold on a black banner, 'Maliki's Peacekeepers,' and the banner below it a strange and abstract flag. Crescent, two swords, three knives? You shake your head. Maliki must be very friendly with them to share a pole like this. You remember Maliki actually. Former member of Mu'awiya's lot.

Right. There's red painted line ahead of you, barely visible through the snow, a good dozen meters from their check point. Six men with balaclavas and AKMs are in the road, and who knows who else in the dark. There's a truck parked by the gate, which has a anti air cannon set on the road, swept down it. The gate is heavy- they got the good scrap metal for this. At full speed, you doubt you could bash through- at least, not without totaling your truck. You feel a bit nervous.

A man holds up his fist, indicating for you to stop.

>[ ] Turn around, leave.
>[ ] Stop.
>>[ ] Take a stance ready for a fight.
>>[ ] Be passive. Cause no offense.
>>[ ] Bluff.
>[ ] Push through!
>[ ] Other.

>>28509724
If Maliki is also a former member of Mu'awiya's crew, but left, then he'll probably be sensitive to our plight. Ask the man to let you meet up with him and offer him the RPG as a sign of good faith.

>>28509724
be passive.

>>28509724
>[X] Stop.
>[X] Be passive. Cause no offense.

Open the window, put our hands on the top of the steering wheel so they're both clearly seen through the windshield.

>>28509798
>>28509789
Keepin' cool. Writing.

>>28509724
>>[X] Stop.
>>[X] Be passive. Cause no offense.

>>28509724
>[ ] Stop.
>>[ ] Be passive. Cause no offense.

Rolled 81

A great deal of hanging corpses. But they still had empty branches. No reason to give them an excuse.

You pull up to the line. Roll down the window. Keep your hands on the wheel in sight. Turn off the car- but leave the keys in the ignition.

The men in the road are relaxed, keeping their rifles cradled in front of them. Not much for them to do, with the four barreled gun on the truck behind them. The man that had held up his hand for you to stop nods satisfied. He turns, jerks his head to a man behind him, then walks forward. Nice, shiny, puffy coat. You envy him.

The two men walk up to your window. The first man, clearly the commander pulls the knit mask up and over his face to smile congenially. Close cropped beard, a squat nose and watery brown eyes. His teeth were all gnarled.

"Most cooperative. Thank you," He speaks with a strange accent. Arab? He casts an eye over your vehicle, "Anything to declare?"
"Cold," You bluntly state. The man laughs at you.
"Quite right, quite right," He looks about, "Why I wanted to take a mountain town. Fine skiing here."
"Is there?" You decide you don't like this man. He seems too friendly. The man behind him is a bit short. His eyes are at least honest though. He's looking at you with wholesome contempt and spite.

"Oh yes, oh yes," The man sighs, shaking his head, "Algeria. Vast and wonderful. I hope it recovers shortly. The people that live here are so hospitable. Beautiful country."
"Beautiful," You agree. You wished he would get to the point. The man looks about with a smile, as if to double check the assertion. Then he looks back to you.

"Interesting truck. What happened?"

>[ ] "I picked it up. It was abandoned."
>[ ] "It was my brother's truck. We were ambushed. He didn't make it."
>[ ] "Some of Mu'awiya's tried to kill me in it. They died, I lived."
>[ ] "Accident," Slip him a bribe. Dice 1d100 roll to determine how much you'd have to pay.
>[ ] Other.

>>28510055
>[ ] "Accident," Slip him a bribe. Dice 1d100 roll to determine how much you'd have to pay.
Don't want to run the risk of one of these men being friendly with Mu'awiya.

>>28510055

Hm, do we know if Maliki left Mu'awiya on friendly or less than friendly terms? If the two of them don't like each other:

>[ ] "Some of Mu'awiya's tried to kill me in it. They died, I lived."

>>28510111
It was less than friendly. Sorry, should have specified that earlier.

>>28510055
>[ ] "Some of Mu'awiya's tried to kill me in it. They died, I lived."

Best to level with him. Even if he left on good terms, he stands to risk losing more if he does anything beyond a "Get the fuck out".

>>28510139
Mmkay. I'll gamble, then.
>>28510055
>[ ] "Some of Mu'awiya's tried to kill me in it. They died, I lived."
Maybe earn some respect. Maybe BAD END.

>>28510111
>>28510139
Yeah, I think honesty is going to go down better.

>[ ] "Some of Mu'awiya's tried to kill me in it. They died, I lived."

Honesty. Writing. This'll be quick.

>>28510196
>quick
yep bullets are pretty quick

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>>28510196
>This'll be quick.

"Some of Mu'awiya's tried to kill me in it. They died, I lived."

You don't turn your gaze from him. For some reason, saying that stopped your shivers. The man raises an eyebrow. He's the first to break your gaze.

"Hm," He looks back to his friend, chops twice with his right hand. The man nods, walks to the back of the truck. You notice two more men have peeled off from the checkpoint, and are approaching you. They haven't raised their guns, but they're keeping the triggers close at hand.

"Well then, that sounds like a story," The man interrupts with a smile, "So- you had a firefight then? I was going to be asking about the blood I smelled but, I suppose-"
"Are you going to let me through or not?" You state numbly. The Arab's smile withers, and he looks at you plainly.

"How about you get out of the car then. Keep your hands where I can see them."

The man is behind you, looking at the truck bed. These aren't Mu'awiya's men, but you can guess the thought process. You mean trouble. Or, a nice bounty. You mutely wonder if Mu'awiya buried the hatchet with Maliki.

The CZ75 is in your belt. The Arab couldn't see it from where he was sitting.

Six men though. And an anti aircraft gun.

>[ ] Step out of the vehicle.
>[ ] "I think we have a misunderstanding-" DC 45 to talk your way out of this. Bribery can bump it up.
>[ ] Try to quick draw, shoot your way out of here, run out of AA sight.
>[ ] Other.

>[X] "Some of Mu'awiya's tried to kill me in it. They died, I lived."

Add at that point "I'm looking for a doctor, They came off worse, but I'm in no state to go running. I would be in Maliki's debt for some warmth, and someone to look at my ankle. And I expect Maliki would like to know what Mu'awiya is up to."

Explains why we arrived here.

>>28510334
>[ ] "I think we have a misunderstanding-" DC 45 to talk your way out of this. Bribery can bump it up.
BRIBE. ALWAYS BRIBE.

>>28510364
Awkward. Sorry.

>>28510334
[misunderstanding] and bribe them with the mounted gun so they can "fortify their defences"

>>28510334
>>[X] "I think we have a misunderstanding-" DC 45 to talk your way out of this. Bribery can bump it up.

Welp. Better talk quick and bribe quicker..

>>28510334
see
>>28510361
use that instead of
>[ ] "I think we have a misunderstanding-"

be ready to bribe them with the equipment in the truck, and slowly get out. keep both hands on the doorframe, we do not want to be riddled with an AA gun, because we certainly cant run faster than 20mm explosive shells.

At least we learn important lesson.
How well did we know Maliki? Just acquaintance?

>>28510334
Bribe time. No reason to get pissy, give 'im the mounted MG to bolster his defences and tell him we're willing to trade some of the rest.

>>28510361
>>28510413
Second.

>>28510383
>>28510381
>>28510364
Alright.

Hm. I have more of a population now. I think I'm going to keep the best of however many roll for now, but I'll have to figure that out later.

ANYWAY- with your meager 9527 dinar, you can only bump up things by...15. The equipment would get you a further 5.

So, try to roll under 45 if you don't want to get robbed of everything.

Rolled 41

>>28510440

>>28510449
Bless you, Anon.

>>28510449
Oh, Praise Allah!

>>28510449
Huh. I guess our sniper has a silver tongue as well.

Writing.

Also, meant to reverse that. Equipment would give +15, cash +5.

>>28510418
Maliki was just an acquaintance. He was more of an intellectual sort, the kind of guy that could have made it as an Algerian officer, if he didn't have a trouble with authority. Actually studied in an American college before coming back home in scandal. His high mindedness and tendency to condescend brought him in to some friction with Mu'awiya pretty rapidly. However, he always spoke mysteriously of 'backers' he had, which made him confident through out everything. Possibly why Mu'awiya settled for running him out of town rather than killing him. His connections, technical expertise, and exceptional craving for power seems to have served him well though seeing as he apparently controls a town now.

>>28510515
Even if its not needed to sway them, I suggest we give them the DShK as a gift. Its way too heavy for us to carry, its way too bulky. And that AA gun should be set up on a hill in case government jets or helicopters start attacking. the DShK is more than enough to take out any cars that approach the gateway.

More importantly, it puts them slightly in our debt, meaning we're more likely to be able to use Maliki's territory as a base of operations.

>>28510570
Fucking this. It's not like we're all that likely to get a lot of use from it. It also never, ever hurts to start a business relationship, and we do not have many potential partners at the moment.

>backers
>european intervention
Sounds interesting. Time for conspiracies.

>>28510515
Would like to know how we came about to kill Mu'awiya's son. Was it a mistaken identity, double-crossing but strong family ties all the same, self-defence, or what?

Rolled 90

>>28510570
>>28510840
This guy does not seem like the person who'd be loyal just because we gave him a gun. He's just a guard. We give these people bribes, not business.

>>28510878
You're right. I misread and thought we were talking to Maliki, not one of his dipshit guards.

Withdrawing vote to hand over the hardware until we meet Maliki himself.

>>28510878
Give the equipment to the guys that might need it, and might be thankful for it if something comes their way. A DShK is fearsome enough. And... well, we'll probably end up seeing the head honcho anyway. At that point, we can say we've been helping the security effort.

>>28510915
I'd argue they're not dipshit. They probably know what's going on, seeing as we're in this situation in the first place. And a reliable gun is probably something you want pulling guard duty, not some two-bit guard with half-loyalties, especially if you're in the process of securing a foothold.

But, hey, majority rules.

>>28510946
I just think it's kinda naive. "I give you gun. You be nice to me in the future, right?" No. Doesn't work like that. He probably would just rob the fuck out of us if we seriously tried to trade with him.

"Hold on-" You lift your hands from the wheel, keeping them in view.
"Did you not hear me? Get out of there."
"I am, damn it, I am," You move slowly bringing a hand down to pull your shirt over your gun- and pulling open the truck handle. You gingerly open it, and the Arab steps back carefully. His hands are on his gun now- he's pointing it to the ground. In a blink, he could bring it up. The Arab nods.

"Right, now, turn around, hands on the hood."
"Oh for the love of-" You roll your eyes, turning around, "I was told I would be expected."
"Oh, don't even try," The Arab snorts, he looks to the back, "Hamid! You find anything?"

Hamid gives a low whistle, "Indeed I did sir, indeed I did. This miboon has good stock."

You put on a exaggerated sigh, "This is why you always ask for payment first."
"Yeah?" You hear a holster snapping open, then feel something very cold at the base of your neck, "Shame someone isn't getting their gifts. Hold still," He starts patting you down. You nod.
"You got that. Maliki isn't a reliable business partner."
"Business partner?" The Arab barks a laugh, "What are you claiming, chimp? You think Maliki would want to see some ragged fuck like you?"
"No, no, not me. I'm just the runner this time. The guns are a bonus. The real prize is their info," You nod to the second banner. The man's ineffectual groping stops.

"...You can't be serious."
"Deadly," You hiss, drawing on your memories of Maliki's snide character. You do your best to ape his high handed tone, "Far be it from me to stop your highway robbery- I suspect that you've already got dreams of burning up my money on shisha and whores. Feel free. Enjoy your momentary paradise on Earth, before Maliki comes wondering why his friends have cut their ties to him."

The gun's pressure lessens, but you can still feel the cold steel there, "I...You can't be-"
"Now you're wondering if you can keep it secret," You let go of the hood, stand up straight slowly. He's removing his gun.

"How much to keep six sets of eyes shut? Someone would talk, and then-"
"Please," The Arab is trying to sound congenial again, "I wasn't thinking of anything like that-"
"No?" You turn, stand up straight to look him down, "Then why the gun?"
"Please," The Arab shrugs laughing holstering the pistol, "You know how these things are, where-"
"I'm used to respect. Enough," You glance to the man at the back, Hamid. He's looking at you with curiosity looking at your gear, "Get him away from my truck."

The Arab jerks his head at Hamid. Hamid glances down, then walks over, "Hey, what-"
"He's one of Mohmar's!" The Arab hisses. Mohmar. You've heard that name before. Somewhere. You act irritated though.
"Nobody said his name, fool," The Arab looks at you.
"What? It's no secret, d-" You step forward.
"His name is not a commodity," You glance at Hamid, "You saw the DShK?" Hamid nods, "Take it. Put that ZPU somewhere it can actually be relevant."

The Arab puffs up, "Now listen-"
"I'm doing you a favor," You coldly look at him, "A reason that I'm late that does not end with you hanging from one of these trees," You glance at your nails, "I'll talk with Maliki about my fee later," You look at the gate, "Why isn't that gate up?"

The Arab's mouth works for a moment like a fish. His gun is forgotten in his hand- you guess Maliki did have backers, or at least had given the impression to his men. Giving the Arab mollified him, and served another purpose besides. While they were busy getting it set up and redeploying the AA, they wouldn't be checking your story. Trying to get his composure back, the Arab takes the path of least resistance. He nods to Hamid, "Go on then!" He points to the two men lingering by the gate, "He's clear! Get him moving!"

You give the Arab a look of annoyance, then return to your truck.

>[ ] Straight to Rachim.
>[ ] Maliki might give you a job.
>[ ] Don't test your luck. Drive through, make for Oran. You can dump this equipment somewhere else.
>[ ] Other.

>>28510971
Maybe I'm just too enamoured with the romantic notions of honour amongst thugs.

>>28510980
Okay, let's never listen to me again.

>>28510980
yeah, forget the gift to the goons. Give the DShK to Maliki as a gift, but not to them. Not least as that way, when it ends up in thier hands, coming from him, it'll re-inforce their ideas that we might be best not killed.

>>28511028
>>28511024
Well poo.

>>28510980
>>28511016
Damn. PC should be a chef cause he'd never drop the spaghetti.

Now I am a bit scared. Should we risk trying to trade or go straight to Oran? They'll probably realize we are not Mohmar's soon.

>>28511016
We hit up Maliki. He'll know we're here and the move we pulled within short order, and we don't want to be dicking about here when that happens.

If we're proactive about this and roll well, we can feasibly unload our guns, come away with a mission, and have a temporary place to resupply from.

If shit goes bad... Well, still better to be around Maliki. High value target, hostage taking, etc. etc.

>>28511079
We don't know what we'll run into on the road to Oran. At least here, we have some grasp of the situation and we've already taken initiative.

Also, I'm >>28511087, so don't count this as another vote, OP.

>>28511087
The other vote seems to be uncertain, so- to Maliki's! Writing.

>[ ] Maliki might give you a job.
He'll learn about this. Better to give an apology. He might like our gumption and cunning, to, so a job isn't out of reach.

Or he tries to kill us and almost certainly succeeds. Either way, fun quest.

>>28511174
If he tries to kill us, that's two African Militia Lords we've got to assassinate. Why do I feel like we're going to kill every authority figure on the continent by the end of this quest?

>>28511208
They're like Pringles.

Once you pop, you can't stop.

We also need to get that ankle looked at. Getting to Maliki and feeding him the intel on Mu'awiya should at the least feed his sense of importance and of being a player with contacts even if its not true. That should count for something.

While there we can get the ankle looked at, get a splint and the likes, and we can also trade the equipment. We can also get up to date intel on the routes, and possibly get contacts and work that'll be of value. We may be wise not to head toward Mu'awiya immediately, but to ensure we have a safe base of operations.

>>28511208
We don't even have to kill the other guy. Apparently he is losing to another militia so all we have to do is wait.

I was just hoping to get to Oran.

>>28511309
We don't even have to kill the other guy.
Until we find somebody willing to pay us for it.

The moment you're through the gate, you allow yourself a small yelp of pain. You really didn't want to stand on your sprain, but you couldn't show pain to the checkpoint guards. After a few minutes wasted cursing, you decide that you can't just run to Oran right away. Not when you can get somebody to look at your foot. You THINK it's only sprained, but better to play it safe.

Of course, top of the agenda was to go to Maliki and make sure that he wouldn't be mad about your bamboozling the checkpoint guards. You grimace. Well, he'll respect your skills if nothing else. Not that you were necessarily fond of the idea of hanging around him very long. The man had an ego the size of Africa. You pull out in to town, making for the nicer parts. Rachim could wait.

Maliki, you knew, was a vain person that liked the finer things in life. Not that you could necessarily blame him. You certainly had your moments in Mu'awiya's militia not living up to proper religious strictures. A spartan lifestyle was something you tolerated, not embraced. A soft bed, a cup of wine, and warm company was something you desired.

Maliki, on the other hand, seemed to want to embrace the reputation that he was softened by the West. Sure enough, you find his place quickly enough- surrounded as it was by banners and guards and a high wall. Biggest place in town, perhaps it used to be a hotel, roaring with lights, and, you note as you disembark from your truck a block from it and walk forward, sounded like he was playing the beastie boys pretty loud.

You shiver as you limp along through the snow. The guards give you looks as they patrol, but leave it be. The truck would set them off surely.

Well. There's guards at the door. You can't just walk in, but-

A small, tinny musical tone from your pocket. The cell phone from earlier you got from the Mu'awiya militiaman. Shit, you'd forgotten.

>[ ] Answer phone.
>[ ] Leave phone.
>[ ] Other.

>>28511363
I think leave, unless anyone has some sort of plan. Gives us his number. I also imagine this going down.
>pick up cellphone
>guards think we are triggering a bomb
>shoot us
>BAD END

>[X] Answer phone.

"Five more men are dead because of the order to kill me. Send more, and they have the same fate. If Mu'awiya, and Mu'awiya alone wishes to speak to me, then he can call this telephone. Otherwise, I have nothing to do with you or your men."

Hang up immediately after. put the phone away then.

>>28511426
I was mentally toying with that idea. But, I decided that our main character is not a moron, and would walk out of sight before doing that. It'd be the dickest of dick moves otherwise.

Also, criminy, 8 hours. Are people still following this? I'm going to take like, an hour long food and walk break.

>>28511448
yeah take your time

>>28511448
I know I am. Paying half an eye to it while I wait for other stuff all the same, but attention nonetheless.

Not sure what to do about the 'phone, though. I get the feeling we don't need to provoke more people. Actively saying "yeah, I murdered your dudes" is probably likely to turn up a mess. Letting them wonder and investigate themselves seems like a better option.

>>28511492
Yea I agree.
>>28511363
>[ ] Leave phone.

So is this set in the Generals universe, or is ARC and their caster Omar bin Ghazali simply a homage?

>>28511363
First, remember the number or write it down.

Then, answer and try to mimic one of the guy's voices. Maybe the nasally one. Claim to be the only survivor, but say the job got done. Also the truck is broken. Ask for someone to pick him up in a town or village in the opposite direction of where we went.

Actually, may be better to remember the number after the call so we don't miss it.

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>Good food, but took way too long. Sorry about that. Leave phone seems to be in the lead.
You turn away from the guards for a moment to get out of sight range before checking the number.

You note it for the future. Now, for meeting Maliki. You approach the doors. An older man is standing by it, dressed traditionally save for the outline of a bullet proof vest, and a walkie talkie hanging from his shoulder, an old Walther MPK in his hands. He's looking at you with little worry. You glance back, and sure enough, you see there's a semi ruined tailor's shop behind you. Probably some snipers looking at you from up there.

Typical Maliki planning. Too clever by half. You nod to the guard, "I'd here to speak to Maliki."
"And you are?" The man rumbles.
"A problem solver," You look at the sniper nest in the reflection, "I served with him, in Mu'awiya's militia a year back. He'll know me."

The guard raises an eyebrow, then shrugs. He brings the walkie talkie up, "You heard that Maliki?"
"Yes," Crackles in response, "I did. Search him, then let him in."

>[ ] Try to take a concealed weapon with you. DC 40.
>[ ] Just let him grab whatever. No point fighting it.
>[ ] "Perhaps we could meet elsewhere? No offense Maliki, but I've already had one attempt on my life already."
>[ ] Other.

>>28511524
I'm impressed you caught that.

>>28513315
>[ ] Just let him grab whatever. No point fighting it.

>>28513315
>>[ ] Just let him grab whatever. No point fighting it.
We're dead if he decides to kill us. A pistol won't change the fact that there are snipers watching the building.

>>28513448
>>28513419
Writing.

>>28513315
no point in a concealed weapon. we're in no shape to fight, and we dont want to make enemies.

>>28513315
New Vegas taught me to always carry a concealed weapon on secure territory.

>[ ] Try to take a concealed weapon with you. DC 40.

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No real point. Not like you were expecting a fight. You offer the CZ75 and the knife to the guard. He nods, taking them away, then passes a metal detector over you. Leaning on your good foot, you can't help but think he's taking his time on purpose. Finally, after enough time, he nods, putting his metal detector away, "You're lucky that Maliki will see you, you know," He chides you, rapping his fingers on the heavy wood door behind him, "He doesn't just see everyone."
"I'll cherish it," You're unsure if the sarcasm got through to him or not, as you slip through the door as soon as it opens.

The usual suspects look at you as you walk in. Maps cover the walls, guns and ammunition lay about everywhere, and the smell of cigarette smoke is heavy in the air. They murmur amongst each other in some amusement as you hobble in. Someone loudly comments that you smell like shit. Yeah, driving in a truck two guys died in probably didn't help. You ignore them, look for a man that looks important to ask directions. A fellow with an actual uniform points you up the stairs.

"You don't have elevator?"
"The elevator is reserved for now, sir. I'm very sorry," The man has a twinkle in his eye, and a grin tugging at the corner of his lips, "Do you perhaps want to come another day?"

Another petty power play. You roll your eyes, and take the steps. Fifth floor. Room 503.

A painful walk up the stairs, and you're in front of the door, facing another guard, who gives you yet another patdown that takes yet more of your time up. You bite back the irritation as he smugly nods, and pronounces you clean, knocks on the door, and waits for Maliki to imperiously pronounce you worthy of entering.

The door opens, and you hobble inside. There's Maliki, reclining on a lazy boy, bony face and bulbous belly, sunglasses, and a great big coat to keep him warm. A little ziggurat of pill bottles on the table next to him.

"Ah. Pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?"

>Why are you here?

>>28513965
Let me try to think of something that isn't spaghetti.

>>28513995
If you'd like, seeing as interest is dying down, we can hold off until tomorrow. I gotta sleep.

>>28513965
Tell him the truth. We fucked up some dudes from a rival militia, are hoping to offload the weapons they had here in town - which should help him out nicely. He shouldn't want to block us or steal from us, since us leaving unscathed will be one more person who can spread the word that he's happy to accept arms; he seems smart enough to notice that.

Also admit we bamboozled our way past his guards, but left a heavy machine gun with them to make up for it. That should win us some points, or at least prevent retaliation.

>>28514035
Sure. Better when everyone is alert.

>>28514108
Ah, good, thank you. I'll sleep and pick this up again at 10:00 4chan time.

So...

We're playing as Jarmen Kell?

Rolled 47

>>28514646
No, we're playing as a badass Algerian. After we get out of this hellhole, I think we should do international wetwork or arms dealing.

>>28514730
I'm very down with that.

>>28514646
>The GLA began with a financial injection from a number of shadowy, wealthy backers
>Maliki [...] always spoke mysteriously of 'backers' he had, which made him confident through out everything.
I think it's safe to say this has taken a bit of inspiration. What with the newscaster and everything. Never actually played the game so it is all new to me.

>>28514763
It's a funny old RTS. Really comes in to its own with mods though.

'AK-47S FOR EVERYONE!'
'Hooray!'

Rolled 80

>>28514760
Maybe we can set up our own organization. Private "Security". Bodyguards. "Humanitarian Supplies". Revolutionaries. Maybe take out a few of the UN's most wanted to keep them from cracking down on us too hard.
Become the necessary evil, the enemy the world can't survive without. The mob that funds the police. The gun that shoots the would be assassins of kings and presidents. The go to guys for oppressed peoples, every governments best friend and worst nightmare.

>>28514880
I don't know. This quest seems pretty hardcore and unfantastic. Seems unrealistic to build up so much power when you've got guys like Maliki in every region.

>>28514880
We'll need starter funds for that though. Get to Oran, find our rainy day fund, and get supplied for real work.

>>28514948
Give it a bit, this shit will turn in to Jormungandr crossed with Black Lagoon. And maybe a dash of Sorter from Revolver depending on how white knight we'll go.

Rolled 53

>>28514948
>>28514952
All this in time, of course. First we need to deal with Mu'fuckhisname and see if we can learn more about Maliki and his backers. If anyone is our ticket to the big leagues, it's that guy.
And keep our Sicilian friend close by, never know when we might need to escape.

>>28514975
I don't know what any of those are.

>>28515002
Well, the Sorter scene is the easiest to consume. The others are weeb as shit. I like them, but I'm not going to play missionary. They're pretty /k/ anime though.

Sorter though:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NiPtaAwEa3Q

Rolled 28

Has anyone archived this yet?

>>28515638
I don't think so.

Rolled 79

>>28515676
Then we should get to that right away.

>>28515687
Done.

>>28514880

This sounds good. Would definitely play.

>>28517829
We should just play Jagged Alliance Quest.

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>>28514798
Always loved that game. Kinda weird that they gave you flashbang launchers that cleared entire buildings in a single hit, but whatevs. Always loved air force though, even if the ranger combat drop was completely pointless.

>>28514880
So long as we get paid I don't think it would matter what we did. We're mercenaries first. I wouldn't be opposed to a modern-day Black Company.

>Here from /wg/. Have a wallpaper.

Just a bit longer.

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I wouldn't be mad if we ended up playing Jarmen Kell.

Rolled 15

Three hours to Initiation....

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Agh, I'm back. sorry about the delay. So, we're going with truth to Maliki, to try to offload some weapons. Writing.

>>28527523
And hoping he's smart enough to see this as good business, rather than prideful enough to fuck us for tricking his guards. Leaving them with a big fucking gun might help on that front.

>>28527523
So?

"Just business Maliki, a simple trade. I have a good opportunity for you," You take in the hotel room. Not quite a luxury pad, but it was a far sight better than most homes in Algeria. You hobble in, a kitchen to your left. A man was sitting by a stove top, eating cereal with milk, a pistol by the bowl in his hand. Cocoa puffs. As you walk forward in to the living room, seeking a chair to take the weight off of your ankle, Maliki raises his hand.
"That's close enough, friend. You're really quite rank," He chuckles, his flunkies joining in. Three of them so far you've seen, two by his side in the living room, and the man to your right in the kitchen, eating the cocoa puffs.

There would be more further within. You scratch under your eye. You're really hating this ankle.

"I'll try to keep this quick. You are, doubtless, aware of me and Mu'awiya's falling out?"
"Of course!" Maliki says with a smile, "Mu'awiya's offering fifty thousand in British pounds for your head. I imagine that's most of his savings. Quite a sum, quite a sum."
"Yes," That was quite a bit of money. Mu'awiya had to be emptying his savings for this. You wish, not for the first time, that you had never met his son. Your eyes flicker, assess his gunmen. If the guards comprehended the value of your head, they don't show any signs of greed or surprise, "But- I assume since you've let me come this far without a beating or a bullet that you see my political value first?"

Maliki grins, reaching for a pill bottle. He's relishing this. Just as he relishes every chance to display his power. You had a reputation, among Mu'awiya's men. As a problem solver, a good shot, and a professional. Maliki was clearly enamored of the prospect of drawing this out. But, these were the practiced steps of a haggle. Flattery and veiled begging.

"I wanted to hear your counter offer. Especially after you came through the front gate," He pops the child safety cap, "Fucking idiots only just now called to check."

"I have weapons."
"I have my sources as well," A pair of orange something's go down Maliki's bird like neck.
"They'll be cheap."
"That it will," Maliki snaps his fingers. The man in the kitchen stands from his cereal, pops the fridge open, pulls out a soda. He pushes past you, brings it to Maliki's hand.
"All I ask is some consideration. We fought together, Maliki," You indicate your ankle, "Treatment for my wound, a place to rest a night, and just a bit of money. That is all."
"Hm, and if Mu'awiya comes after me, incensed that I sheltered a killer?"
"Mu'awiya is on his way out. Constantine is a battleground he is losing."
"I'm worried about the reputation," Maliki stands from his couch, trying his best to look saintly, "I'm here to bring peace. How would it look to shelter criminals?"

He was preparing to ask something. He waxed on, about the importance of his work, about his dreams for a united Algeria, a great deal of grandiose talk. You listen with half an ear, nodding and agreeing at the parts where you're expected. He'd finish soon.

"So- you understand my position," Maliki leans in, "I must not be a hypocrite, like all the others. Why should I help you?" He gets to the point, finally.
"Cheap guns," You try not to stray from the message. Maliki looks unimpressed.
"I'd rather have your arm."
"A job then?"

Maliki nods slightly. You're not a great fan of this. With a bit of agitation, "You can't just, give me a bit of money and let me be on my way?"
"You tricked my men at the front. Good job- it showed a hole, and you coming straight to me was the smartest thing you've ever done. Don't break your streak of wisdom now. The country is awash in guns. I've got three different arms dealers on speed dial. And I know where one is at the moment. One I need dealt with."

"I'll give you 80,000 Denar for your equipment," (Equivalent 1000USD), "A better car, and treatment for your ankle. Just do this job for me."

>[ ] Agree.
>[ ] Diplomatically disagree.
>[ ] Other.

>>28527791
Sorry for the slowness and delay. I might actually need to plan out these sessions to run after work now.

>>28527805
>>[✓] Other.
TENTATIVELY agree. Say we'll hear him out, but that we don't make deals without details, even for old friends. A bit of prudent impudence, while remaining polite, tends to make authority figures like you, in my experience.

>>28527805
Doesn't like we have many other options.

> [x] Agree.

>>28527805
>>[X] Other.

I need more information that that before I agree, Maliki,
Where is he, what sort of a force does he have, what guards. Do you have information on his movements? And when do you want this done? If you want it in a day, I must decline. In a month, I can perhaps agree. You know, as well as I, that to rush into kill one man carelessly without prior preparation is suicide. Five bodies like in a forgotten ksar down the road, who made that mistake to me.

>>28527876
>>28527856
Details are needed. Writing.

>>28527894
Also, we need a proper rifle and ammo.

>>28527959
We have a dragunov now, with ammo. Not saying we couldn't use some extra ammo, but we're alright on the rifle front.

>>28527982
a hundred extra rounds, a good workbench to strip it down, clean it completely, and ensure that its faultless, a few hours in a quiet valley practising, and as we do so, adjust the stock to fit us exactly and making sure that the sight is true and zeroed to a range we like to work at would be far better than just a few spare rounds. We need to be certain we can hit accurately, and can use the SVD. We may also be prudent to practice with a pistol. it was luck that got us through the firefight in the ksar after all.

People thought it was so easy to kill people. Well, actually it is really quite simple. The trick was surviving the reprisal. You imagined an arms dealer would be very used to these sorts of shenanigans..

You try to keep the exasperation out of your voice, "Maliki, my dear friend,Your offer is quite generous but I would need to know-"
"Are you not going to do it?" Maliki points to the door, "All well and good then. Walk out of here. I'll keep your weapons."
"I did not say that, sir," You scratch the back of your head, "I need information is all. Who is this man? What territory does he lie in? Who protects him? What material and manpower does he have? What are his habits? Will he expect my coming? Can I ambush him somewhere else? Maliki, there are a great deal of variables in this."

Maliki snorts, "There are two. A target and a bullet. You need to figure out how to put the bullet in him."
"There are five men rotting in a ksar who thought the same thing of me, Maliki. If you can tell me nothing I will walk out of this room, and your town. You can keep my things. It would be better than committing suicide."
"Are you sure you'd walk away?" Maliki says with an edge. A hollow threat. He'd already allowed you in. An unarmed man, whose only crime was angering a fellow warlord. It would cost him face to slay a guest. Still, best not to remind him of it. You shrug.

"I would try."

Maliki considers you. Frowns. Then laughs, "Of course I will tell you all about it! Please, my friend, do you think I would so quickly throw you to the lions? I will tell you everything, while you get that foot looked at. I'm sure you'll agree after you see the details."

No promises. You tip your head in thanks, as Maliki sets up a room in the hotel, and calls for a man called Al-Kindi to take a look at your ankle.

A sprain, not so bad. Some bed rest is his diagnosis. You take the opportunity to repair the dragunov (The poor thing had been terribly mistreated), get used to it, and grab ammo a plenty. Maliki supplies it all without so much as a peep of complaint. Suspicious.

Rachim proves elusive though. When you visit the address he had provided just three months past, the landlord of the building denies ever seeing him. He had been a mechanic, a skilled one, with some links that allowed him to move contraband.

Maliki's patience is not eternal though. He states flatly that at the end of three days, you had better be ready to move. Al-Kindi protests that your ankle would be better served with at least a month of bed rest, but Maliki states that you're tough enough not to let it be a problem.

>Three actions can take place during downtime. No rolls necessary.
>[ ] Get proficient with the CZ75.
>[ ] Plot a route to Oran from here that will give you the least trouble. Avoid encounters with militia, government patrols, etcetera.
>[ ] Contact gunmen in the area. For just 5000 denar, you can call in a technical with five men for support on the next mission if need be.
>[ ] Hide truck and equipment. Prevents things from going 'missing' that you can't bring with you on the mission.
>[ ] Find Rachim.
>[ ] Find men willing to find out the state of Mu'awiya's militia, and if they'll be acting against you.
>[ ] Research Maliki's political situation. Who his enemies and backers are.
>[ ] Butter up Maliki. Put him in a better mood to deal with you.
>[ ] Other.

>>28528222
>[X] Get proficient with the CZ75.
>[X] Hide truck and equipment. Prevents things from going 'missing' that you can't bring with you on the mission.
>[X] Other - arrange, bribe and pay for information on our target to come from other sources than Maliki. We need to know who he is, who his supplier is. we need to know his whereabouts, and his habits, his vices, and his strengths. We need to know where he is located, and be supplied with maps. We also need to use online resources to check things like google street maps to views of the location area, and to plan the action.

>>28528332
Additional - hide the truck and equipment so it cant go missing, but also to plan escape routes from the town if we are betrayed and need to make an escape, where we wont be in the firing line of MGs or similar defences.

>>28528222
>[✓] Get proficient with the CZ75.
>[✓] Find Rachim.
>[✓] Research Maliki's political situation. Who his enemies and backers are.

Skill, ally, and information on our employer/possible enemy. Everything else can wait. Something's fishy with Maliki, and I want a friend and a backup weapon if something is wrong here.

>>28528387
>>28528332
Hm. Eh fuck it, I've been slow enough already. Incorporating everything, writing.

>>28528222

>[X] Get proficient with the CZ75.
>[X] Find Rachim.
>[X] Hide truck and equipment. Prevents things from going 'missing' that you can't bring with you on the mission.

After going through a hundred rounds with it, the CZ75 fits in your hand like an old friend. You go ahead and get a shoulder holster for it as well- you hated stuffing it in your belt like some kind of thug. After enough time adjusting its sights, you're ready and prepared.

>No penalties shooting with CZ75 at close range.
>3 Magazines, +1 in the chamber. 46 rounds.

Al-Kindi is a talkative one. From Pakistan, surprisingly. Apparently, he had an in on working the oil fields here. He was laid off in the first waves when the price of oil declined. His name was an assumed one- he had apparently admired the philosopher to such a degree, he decided to take it as a pseudonym. Despite talking your ear off, he always makes absolutely sure not to be overheard- perhaps he was running from something himself.

"Oh, it's probably El Puerco that Maliki has a problem with," You manage to stop him from reminiscing about his homeland to talk about something relevant. El Puerco, apparently, was a Spanish arms dealer- a relatively low level one. Mostly moving ammunition and small arms, with a specialty in mortars. Al-Kindi reports that Maliki had bitterly complained about the man- why, he's not sure. El Puerco generally had meetings in Timgad. A quick check online regarding El Puerco revealed some postings he'd made on a local forum, advertising on site and hazardous deliveries, via a pair of BDRM2s. Armored vehicles. You're unable to find out the armaments. Al-Kindi doesn't know much else, other than that Timgad was actually held by Sonatrach, the government company. You'd imagine El Puerco would be bleeding dry having to bribe the government to operate there. You note that he has a team from the Ukraine for security. Which is bad. Still, shouldn't be too large. He had to leave the Timgad ruins some time, and he would be an idiot, or very wealthy to use one of his shiny toys to drive in to town to pick up groceries. Either that, or he has people deliver for him.

Your ranging in the town of Djelfa reveals plenty of places to hide your equipment. A town of four hundred thousand had many crannies. You find an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the city and stow your gear there. It also served to provide a straight shot through wilderness out of the town. Would require some risky driving, but a wreck was better than getting gunned down.

Maliki's backers are at the top of everyone's interests. The foreign fighters that came to Maliki's aid are believed to be linked- Egyptians, Iraqis, Arabs. Al-Kindi admits that his being Pakistani gave him an advantage- the native people of the town give the foreign fighters a wide berth. as of yet, nothing besides tensions have come of the presence from the foreigners. Most of the rumors seem to agree though, that it's doubtful that Maliki's support comes from the West. Westerners generally give better equipment.

Maliki's foremost enemies are the Berber tribesmen to the south. Huffaz's brother had been slain by Maliki personally on coming to the town, and Huffaz had declared that Maliki would die before the year is out. Huffaz is now dead, and Maliki still lives. Maliki gives muddling statements of moral support Toufik's successors in the Algerian government, but no material support. Even that is rare these days, so government forces will ignore Maliki's militia, and anyone going under his banner. Good to note. Mu'awiya's men loathe Maliki's, but they have their hands full. Still, from time to time, Djelfa comes under mortar attack.

Rachim, apparently, was considered Maliki's left hand man, up until two days ago, when he suddenly disappeared, and Maliki put a bounty on his head. 160,000 denar.

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You investigate Rachim's shop. Tools, material, not much else. The place has been mostly untouched, actually. You find old blood, bullet holes, smashed equipment. But, underneath a knocked over welder, a hastily ruined laptop manages to provide a hard drive for you to recover. He failed to magnetize it. You might be able to find an expert to recover the data from it later. You do know for sure that he's not going to be in Djelfa any more. Rachim had apparently made an enemy of Maliki's somehow. He was still alive- otherwise, Maliki wouldn't have the bounty still up.

You manage to find a small cache. Some American dollars, a bag with a Makarov and silencer, and a business card. 'Sonatrach - Dirim ibn Mufar.' A number is hand written on it as well. The makarov only has the one magazine, 10 rounds. You didn't peg Rachim for the cloak and dagger type. Especially since he had been tortured by the regime years back. Your father had said that any love of country or politics had died in the man then. Made him honest.

Nothing else is in the shop. You leave it.

When your free time is up, you meet Maliki at his hotel.

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"How's the foot?"
It still hurts, but you can move at faster than a hobble, "It won't bother me."
"Told Al-Kindi you'd be fine. Right, so, job details- there is a man who is arming my enemies."
"The Berbers?"
"Just so. El Puerco is his name- a loathsome, fat man. Wears sunglasses all the time, even in the heart of winter. Thinks just because he has a bit of armor he can do whatever he likes. He sells to my enemies, then has the gall to come to me and try to sell to me? When I pointed out his hypocrisy, he laughs at me, asks why I make such a fuss? Asks if I see how effective they are, why not get in on the action? I refuse, kick him out. Next day, Berbers hits every checkpoint he passes through, kills twenty of my men!"
"So this is about pride?" You raise an eyebrow, waiting to see how he takes it. Maliki surprises you, nods.
"Yes! Pride! Revenge for lives lost! The Berbers, I kill them eventually. El Puerco, he will be trouble for me. But he is small time- my men, they are not quiet enough for this job. But you could do it."
"And where will he be?"
"He'll be in Timgad. The old Roman ruin."
"Sonatrach holds that place."
"So?"
"They work for the government. If things go wrong-"
"Things won't go wrong. I know you."
"I don't suppose you scouted it out?"
"Of course!" Maliki snaps his fingers, and a thumb stick is brought to you by one of his flunkies, "Pictures. Pictures of the whole of his camp. It's easy. One bullet won't bring government helicopters. And I'll send my best man with you, to work as a spotter. It will be simple, my friend."

Easy for him to say.

>[ ] "Lure him out, Maliki. He'll expect me in the ruin."
>[ ] "Stage an attack while I do this, to draw attention away."
>[ ] "No. I can not take this job. Too much uncertainty."
>[ ] "Okay. Bring your man. We shall do this."
>[ ] "I work best alone. I'll see this done."
>[ ] "I work best alone. I'll see this done." Get to your truck and bug out.
>[ ] "Is this you asking this, or your backers?"

We still have the type 69 RPG. Make sure we take that with us, and at least 3 type III HEAT rounds, plus preferably at least one HE anti-personnel grenade too.

Also, go shopping. We need binoculars or a spotting scope, and some sort of comoflage netting to cover ourselves with while we do spotting on the target.

OP dont worry too much about taking a long time in replies, as long as you can say "long reply coming, will be some time" or the likes.

>>28529069
>Makarov and silencer
Oh hell yes. Please tell me it's threaded for 9mm so we can put it on our CZ75.

>>28529099
I honestly don't know which option to take.

>>28529121
Okay, I'll make sure to say that in the future. Thank you for being patient.

You've got binoculars, thankfully (I should probably make an inventory pastebin come to think of it. Sorry.) and the camouflage you can nab pretty easily, considering how much they've got laying around. You currently have 3 high explosive anti personnel grenades. Getting HEAT rounds will cost you some, but you know a guy that has some. A steal at just 8000 denars for two.

There's something fishy about the deal.

>>28529138
Forgot to write it this time, but
>[ ] Other

Is always an option. Since there's not much population, you shouldn't worry too much, and just write whatever suggestion your gut tells you.

And yes, the silencer is just fine on the CZ75.

>>28529099
"Let me meet your man. I'll take him along, but I'll decide if its best done alone once there."

pack, get to the supplied truck, get ready. take our time about it, travel in the morning. Make sure we've got supplies and plenty of water. Also, make sure we've got civillian clothes and gear, we need to look like we're not part of a militia.

if we can, we need access to a workshop, and to weld up a sump guard and propshaft guard box on the truck to protect it from offroad travel.
A propshaft guard box that just so happens to be the right size to slip an SVD and a type 69 into, so they're well hidden in case of government checkpoints. We need spare fuel too.

>>28529322
I like this.

>>28529243
did we get the dragunov fixed?

>>28529365
Yes.

>>28529322
>>28529357
I'll call that consensus. This next post should just be one post. Writing.

>>28529365
Yep. That was an automatic thing. I assumed you guys would want to keep your primary weapon in tip top shape.

Going over loadouts in next post.

>>28529243
Leave the HEAT rounds then. we'll have to assume that they're unreliable, and if the BMPs are in the way, we have to work around that risk. no point in risking the mission for a dud round.
Leave the type 69 behind.

put the suppresor in a pocket to put onto the CZ if needed, but dont have it fitted by default. Draws too much attention.
leave the makarov in our stash.

once the preparations are done, we get to Timgad. I saw we set up on one of the surrounding hillsides, 1km out, and do spotting, while Maliki's man goes through the town and refuels the truck and goes shopping for some supplies, and scopes out where everything is.

>>28529405
i say we also get 1-2 AP and hollow point rounds just in case
so we have options before we make the shot

>>28529439
>AP
He did mention the dude thinking he's a hotshot because he has armor, after all.

>>28529457
we can ask for a bunch of hand loaded ap rounds so we have the most chance

You scratch the back of your head. Lot of unknowns.
"This will have a picture of my target?" You ask, raising the thumb drive. Maliki laughs.
"He'll be the biggest thing there!"
"And after this, 80,000 denar, a truck, and time enough for my ankle to heal?"
"Of course!" Maliki says with a smile. He already knows you'll take the job. Not much else you can do. You roll the thumb drive in your fingers, nod.

"Okay. I'll meet your man. Take him along. But if I want him out of my way, he better stay out of it. Clear?"
"Don't worry. He knows your reputation. His name is Umair he'll be waiting the Ford F150 outside of the northern checkpoint. He knows the way to Timgad."

You visit your concealed stash, taking a look around. People around here know better than to ask questions. Some part of you is irritated that the people in town duck and look away when they see you coming. Think you're just another of Maliki's militia. You spin the suppressor off of the Makarov, throw the gun in, pocket it. Collect the Dragunov- you'd been grabbing ammo the entire time. Only one magazine of proper sniper ammo though- 7N14. You'd been lucky to grab that. Worth their weight in gold. Two magazines standard armor piercing, one magazine tracer, and another magazine of plan humdrum 7.62×54mmR.

60 rounds total. More than enough.

You pack it away in the jacket Maliki gave you. An old bomber jacket, button down shirt, blue jeans, and steel toe boots. You didn't look like trouble, but uniforms were rare enough these days, so that didn't mean much. CZ75 in the shoulder holster, suppressor in the pocket.

>[ ] Grab the RPG. Don't know what you'll see.
>[ ] Leave the RPG. Too heavy, too much attention.
>[ ] Any other shopping?

Umair is prompt. By the time you're finished, he arrives quickly, starts taking you to Timgad. You have five hours to get to know him on the drive. He handles checkpoints well, but he's skittish. At the first sign of trouble, overreacts.

He can't come, you resolve.

>>28529493
standard 7.62x52R rounds for the SVD are steel-core penetrators.
As long as we have proper SVD ammunition instead of plain standard AKM spec ammo, that stuff will serve as well as any handloaded round.

The main problem is if he's wearing really heavy ballistic plate, we might well have to move closer, to within 200m to ensure penetration.

either way, we better travel, and see what the aly of the land is.

>>28529695
>ford F150

Expensive import? Far too noticable. Too heavy, too fragile, far too much fuel consumption.

Toyota Hilux. late 1990's model, maybe early 2000's. N50 or N60 model. Diesel, not petrol. 4wd, sumpguard, propshaft cover.

F150 is a flashing big beacon saying "look at us"

>>28529695
>Umair
Could be sent along in the hopes we get killed
Could be leading us into a trap
could be faking the twitchy-ness in order to surprise us later so he has a better shot at killing us

>>28529695
>[X] Leave the RPG. Too heavy, too much attention.

>[X] Any other shopping?
Swap the F150 for a Hilux. Only thing that would stand out worse would be a Hummer.


(sorry OP, your first noticable research goof. Settings good, details have been believable, but the F150 is rare outside of North America, and the North african technicals are dominated by Hiluxes because they're nuke-proof.)

>>28529873
I think it fits pretty well. Given the warlord, not the setting. I remember something about him being bastardized by the West and loving the glamor and letting people know he has more?

>>28506260

Wait by the door, see if they come in single file. Try to get at least 1 penetrating hit.
Once they are dealt with, take out the driver.
See if the bodies have anything worth taking
Steal truck and escape.

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>>28529983
lol

>>28529695
Let's swap the F150 out for something older, tougher, less expensive. Leave the RPG. If we end up in a situation where we need it on this particular operation, we're already fucked.

>>28529946
oh, I have no objections to him having a F150. He can be a flash bastard in it all he likes.

but we're bloody stupid if we go driving one up to the town where we're meant to be bumping off an arms dealer.

Might as well drive up in a car with "Hello, we're an enemy militia and we're showing off our connections" lit up on the sides in neon letters.

You're not going to blend in with the locals who all drive hiluxes in that, any more than you'd blend in driving a crimson ferrari.

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>Leaving the RPG
>And yeah- the F150 is rare outside of America for good reason. But, I wanted to get across Maliki's softness. Which is probably unrealistic. But anyway, good thing you caught that.

The F150 of course would cause trouble. Maliki wasn't one to think. He had a combination of a western lifestyle he inherited from his time abroad, and a poor man's desire to show up his neighbor. After a lecture to Umair, he begrudgingly takes away the truck, and finds one more suitable to the task. Far less conspicuous. He still navigates the checkpoints with aplomb though.

You arrive at the outskirts of Timgad just as the sun is setting. The boy offers that this is good for your mission. You lack a night sight on your scope however, which makes things troubling.

Timgad was relatively safe. The archaeological importance of the place made it important in western eyes, more important than the state of civil war in the whole of Algeria. If the culture of an old Roman landmark were to be erased in the fighting, Algerian sovereignty would be a secondary concern to the weight of history.

Umair takes you up on a slope overlooking Timgad itself. Sonatrach's logo appears more and more often as you drive. No Algerian soldiers, but there are some police in little compounds, trying their best to not need

"There!" Umair had borrowed your binoculars to scan the ruin, "In the old theater."

He passes the binoculars to you. You take them- more of a formality really. An old theater. El Puerco had to have a good in with Sonatrach then. The place is lit up like a Christmas tree, flood lights surrounding it. You catch sight of them, men with AK74s walking in lazy patrols around the theater. Modern equipment and sensibility.

The theater, regrettably, was facing away from the hill. You guessed that they'd be inside, the BDRM2s covering the entrance.

The highest thing on the other side was Trajan's arch. Risky climb.

"How do the Berbers buy things from him?"

You contemplate, scanning the area. You see an SUV parked further away, at the edge of the light. A pair of mercenaries cover it, one on an RPD.
"The police station there," Umair points to the edge of the ruin. A tourist office sandbagged and reinforced. Taken over by police then, "The man there acts as El Puerco's secretary. Takes calls, arranges appointments. Quite modern."

A winding trail comes from behind the tourist office, heading for the theater.
"Any other ways and-"
"Shot on sight," Umair nods, "Last time we tried it, that happened."
"Last time?"
"Yes."

Umair does not talk further about that. You also learn on the opposite side of Timgad, that there was a Sonatrach office, guarded by their private security forces, not to mention no height. El Puerco understood geography.

You contemplate the theater. El Puerco had to get creature comforts from somewhere. You'd have to keep watch. Umair though, is overly excited.
"So- who taught you to shoot?"
"My father. I worked as a shepherd," The mercenaries break up patrol patterns. And you note, have a nice tent in the shade of what might have once been a forum. Good size tent. At least fourteen men. Probably more in the theater to intimidate customers.
"A shepherd?"
"Had to keep the jackals from our herd," You put away the binoculars, irritated at the young man's curiousity, "Umair-"

>[ ] "Just be quiet. We're going to have to watch this place, wait for our chance."
>[ ] "Get me to the opposite side. Quietly. We need to see what it's like inside the theater."
>[ ] "Just wait here. I'm going to go see El Puerco's secretary. Keep the engine running."
>[ ] "Let's see El Puerco's secretary."
>[ ] Other.

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>>28530096
its a risky climb, but the arch is possibly our best option.

however, I'd prefer we scout to the south, to the Capitol. the building is high enough that we can get a clear shot into the theatre, and its on the outskirts of the roads, meaning that it'll be harder for anyone responding to get there before we've bugged out.

>>28530271
i hope our last climb thought us something.

>>28530288
Well, it hasn't brought a fear of heights on to him yet.

>>28530271
Bravo on the research. I wish I had google earth on this computer, but it seems a sound plan. Just have to be careful about being spotted.

>>28530341
i thought we had camouflage

I am monitoring this thread.

>>28530288
hence why the The Capitoline Temple is a far better option if we can.

steps leading up to it from the back, clean route out as its on the edge of Timgad. Clear Line of sight right into the Theatre, but no clear route between them making travel harder.

combined, its the best position to make our observations from, and as its not as obvious a sniping position as the Arch, I'm thinking we then set a diversion up there to draw responders towards the arch, to allow our escape.

>>28530368
You do. But a moving object still might be noticed.

Anyway, writing.

>>28530378
better put the silencer on the pistol on the way there
there might be someone in the temple

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"Umair- wait," You bring up your binoculars. Against the setting of the sun, there's another structure, almost directly south of the theater, "The temple."
"Old roman temple?" Umair echoes. Umair isn't a helpful person. You shake your head.
"Umair, move the truck around to the opposite side of the temple. Stay out of sight," You leave the binoculars hanging from your neck, pull out the CZ, screw the silencer on, "Southwest of it."
"Eh, that would be," You jab your hand over, point at a mostly unfilled area, "Ah! Yes, yes sir. You're going now?"

You grab the dragunov, start heading down, "Yes. Less time we're here the better. Move!"

You don't wait for Umair to respond. You scrabble down in the ruins, head deeper in to the dark of Timgad.

Fourteen mercenaries. They'd doubtless be wearing body armor. Better to avoid them entirely. You've gotten skilled with your CZ, but you're far from bulletproof. You avoid the flood lights- the area around the theater is very well illuminated, so you stay as far away as you can while staying in cover.

In the shadow of a collapsed ruin, you halt at the corner and peer around. A road to cross, barely illuminated by the edge of a flood light. Two men stand at the end, speaking with raised voices. A rough language you can't understand. There's a cargo truck coming through, heading down the road. Going the same direction you're going.

You wonder what they have inside of that...

>[ ] No risks. Sneak past these two men. DC 75.
>[ ] Hop on board. Maybe you can get more of a profit, or find some better method to kill your target? DC 65
>[ ] Wait for the truck to pass, kill the two men, hide their bodies. Twelve left. DC 60.
>[ ] Other.

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>>28530451
agreed. if we have to silence guards, its our only option...

Ok, here's a map.

I suggest we come in from the south, to the capitoline temple. escape route offroad over the Bou Ahmar hills to the south west, which will then link us up to the N87, which loops around them. There are multiple wadi which cut through the hills which will be safe to drive up, and which cross a number of unpaved roads which will easily serve to lead us to the N87 and our getaway.

We infiltrate (Green) by driving through the town, and then up the riverbed/wadi. we then infiltrate by foor the remaining 200-250 m (blue) along the pathways, leading to the temple. in position at the temple, we watch, wait, then take the shot (red). We immediately extract by the same route we entered by, as we know the route having entered it slowly. the 200-250m are lower down than the temple, meaning we have cover the entire route, untill marksmen are on the temple itself. by that point we are already in the hilux.
the hilus has been turned in preparation, and we extract (yellow) along the wadi, turn left up the other branch, and then over the land towards the scrub which will serve as further cover, from where we will be out of range of fire, and can extract over to the N87

If we are left by our driver, we ditch the rifle, and escape on foot down the wadi into timgad, and we find somewhere to hole up, and plan our escape.

>>28530717
(hop on) we might find something helpfull
or find a way to make a distraction if the truck will later go close to the target
but i sudgest we try to hop in such a way that if we fail the goons dont see us

>>28530717
>>[x] No risks. Sneak past these two men. DC 75.

>>28530717
>[X] No risks. Sneak past these two men. DC 75.

we're here to kill one man, not a dozen. and each shot risks attention.

We stick to the objective. kill El Puerco, extract. If we're not chased, then we can think about what we might grab - but that is not our objective.
Remember, the SVD is unsuppressed, and more than one shot will be able to get a fix on our position. one bullet, one kill, and we're away from there.