Their prayers were surely answered, more than a hundred fifty yards away. Hiding amongst the thick brush of foliage that dotted the entire breadth of Hydroponics Facility IV were Walther Schäffer and the rest of Dritte Zug. They watched as their Ryanite counterparts were being tortured by such a vile psychopath worthy of their contempt. But little did anyone realize, Dritte Zug intended to free them and neutralize Slow Poke and his men. Using his group’s FF33 communications set, he managed to get in contact with Siegmund Haas, Dritte Zug’s designated marksman. “Siegmund,” he said over the radio, “Do you have confirmation on the Dweller Tribal known as Slow Poke?”
Perched above a large, sturdy tree, hundreds of feet away from where Walther and the others were, Haas could see Slow Poke and the Ryanites of DHvKA through the lens of the scope on the Mosin Nagant he got from She-Wolf. “Correct,” he answered, just as the Tribals got tired to waiting to kill one of them, and managed to bring Tanja to their side. “I can them and Tanja. Do I have permission to open fire on Slow Poke, sir?”
“Yes, that is correct,” said Walther, “Open fire when you are ready.” After putting the field telephone away, he turned his attention to the others. “Alright people, watch your fire around our Kameraden. No stray shots!” …show more content…
It was by this point that Walther and the other Remnants sprung into the action, taking the enemy by surprise. Without a doubt, the Dweller Tribals under the command of Slow Poke did not expect to meet resistance from these people. Cowards they were when encountering the sight of those who were not afraid to face them in the fury of battle, and due to the death of their leader, the Tribals scattered, fleeing to the only entryway leading to St. Denis Platz, disappearing into the thick brush of foliage not long
Perched above a large, sturdy tree, hundreds of feet away from where Walther and the others were, Haas could see Slow Poke and the Ryanites of DHvKA through the lens of the scope on the Mosin Nagant he got from She-Wolf. “Correct,” he answered, just as the Tribals got tired to waiting to kill one of them, and managed to bring Tanja to their side. “I can them and Tanja. Do I have permission to open fire on Slow Poke, sir?”
“Yes, that is correct,” said Walther, “Open fire when you are ready.” After putting the field telephone away, he turned his attention to the others. “Alright people, watch your fire around our Kameraden. No stray shots!” …show more content…
It was by this point that Walther and the other Remnants sprung into the action, taking the enemy by surprise. Without a doubt, the Dweller Tribals under the command of Slow Poke did not expect to meet resistance from these people. Cowards they were when encountering the sight of those who were not afraid to face them in the fury of battle, and due to the death of their leader, the Tribals scattered, fleeing to the only entryway leading to St. Denis Platz, disappearing into the thick brush of foliage not long