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Elliot could not make out any more details from here.

Elliot shook his head, then looked at Victoria. "I can get closer," he says.

"I wouldn't," said Victoria. "If they see you, they're like to shoot you."

"I haven't heard any gunfire yet. If I'm not attacking, I don't think they'll shoot." Elliot replies.

"You can't risk your life based on that!" said Victoria.

"Qutie right," said Y'Hali as she and Hatho came ashore. The drenched sailors goggled at them, wide-eyed. "They may not recognise you until they've already shot you dead. And if they do recognise you, you could still be in trouble. We were ready for their attack because you told us it was coming. I'm sure they're smart enough to figure that out. You've burned your bridges. There is no going back to your former friends, so don't even start thinking about it."

Two figures emerged from the front door of the inn, but Elliot couldn't see their faces.

"Do you have some binoculars?" Elliot asks.

"Yes, there's a pair in the sack," said Victoria. She rummaged around inside, pulled out a pair of binoculars, and handed them to Elliot.

OOC,[b]Elliot[/b], please roll Spot Hidden.

Elliot takes the binoculars to see if he can make out the faces of those in front of the Inn.

spot hidden,[dice]0[/dice]

The binoculars helped Elliot make out some details. A squad of UNIT soldiers armed with assault rifles was standing out in front of the inn, led by a sergeant. None of them looked familiar. Another unknown soldier had emerged from the inn with a civilian man who had the same fishy look as many of the townsfolk, and he also bore a resemblance to the Howard women. The man pointed down the street, away from the shore.

"Hmmm, looks like your group isn't so tightnit after all," Elliot says. "Looks like one of your own is working with them."

"I can't see what's going on over there," said Y'Hali, "but if he is, it's not by choice."

"He's no more working with them than you are with us," snarled Hatho.

"Elliot is loyal," insisted Victoria. "You'll see."

"He's their prisoner," said Randall, shielding his forehead with his hand and peering at the inn. "He's pointing the way west. It's Brian Howard, the innkeeper. Looks like the sergeant is arguing with one of the soldiers now. Sergeants are the same the world over." Elliot could see the argument as well.

"Perhaps Mr. Howard is guiding them into a trap," said Y'Hali.

"What's down that way?" Elliot asks.

"Oh, just most of Dunwich," said Randall. "That's St. James's Street, the main street in town. The museum is just past the inn, and the church is at the end of the street. I can't think of anything of strategic importance down that way. I'd say Brian is misdirecting them."

The soldier that came out of the inn led Brian away down the road to the west, joined by two of the soldiers who had been standing guard out front. An armored personnel carrier blocked off the street, but they were able to go around it on foot.

"Three of the soldiers are taking him down the street," reported Randall.

"Good," said Y'Hali. "Now's our chance, while they're undermanned. Hatho, go back into the sea and gather our reserves. Take them through the caves, mopping up any resistance still there. Then take Rover, go out through the ruins, and come at the inn from the south."

"With pleasure, Mother," said Hatho, wading back into the water and submerging.

Elliot looks into Victoria's eyes. "This is going to be a blood bath, on both sides. We have to do something to stop it."

Victoria looked away, worry on her face.

"There's only one way to prevent it," said Y'Hali. "That's if your military friends surrender. Do you think you can talk them into it?" She bent down over one of the frightened sailors lying on the beach and picked up a handheld radio from his belt, holding it out to Elliot. "You're welcome to try, just don't tell them anything about our plans or positions. You can tell them their situation is hopeless, just don't go into specifics or let them know that an attack is about to happen."

Elliot takes the radio taking a deep breath. "I'll try."
Elliot speaks into the radio. "Command Central, this is Elliot, come in. Calling command central please respond."

"This is Greyhound One," replied the Brigadier's voice. "Webb, where the bloody hell are you? What's your situation? Over."

"Sir, thank God." Elliot responds, "Listen sir, I'm in the middle of all this mess, and sir, your forces are in serious trouble. You don't know what a shit storm you have walked into. You need to pull out now sir, NOW."