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"No time to celebrate," comes another woman's voice, the commander of the other wiesel in your company. "We've got a massed dust cloud to the north. The cavalry is coming!"
You turn your optics to the north, spotting the faint, distant cloud of dust.
"Recon!" you command into your radio. "I need eyes on ASAP, get to that hill to the east and start looking for shit!"
"Copy that," Pearl replies.
You quickly pull out your map in order to survey your situation. You draw a big circle to your north, between you and Magdeburg, with a question mark. "Enemy?" To your south, you've already noted Salle as a bandit outpost. To your south and east is the radiation zone and Leipzig. You're surrounded by many ex-villages, now ruins.
"Recon to lead, we have eyes on the enemy," Pearl chimes in.
"Copy that, what's your report?"
"Many BMPs, mostly -2s, and I can see at least a pair of T-55s. We can't give you exact numbers yet."
"Got it," you say.
>Bring them back, they're too exposed on that hill
>Keep them there, we need their eyes
>Other
