[b]Witch Coven Bastogne
Current Location: Unknown[/b]

"Foxtrot 13, say again. What do you see?"

[i]"Grassland and open spaces. And very bad weather. We got winter and summer clashing and it is playing hell on local weather conditions. Having trouble flying high in this turbulence."[/i]

"Copy that, return to base immediately. We'll let Peiper's Panzers take over from here until the weather clears." Lyndis Cannon let out a breath as she took the radio headset off and slumped in her chair. That was the fifth such recon flight the 1st MTF attempted beyond the forests taken from the Ardennes. Arriving from the peak of winter into this world more summer-like conditions was adding more trouble to the witches already mounting logistical problems as they tried to figure out where the hell they were after The Event.

[i]"CP! CP! This is Lieutenant Vastano! I spotted a complex to the west!"[/i] Lyndis reeled back to the radioset, catching the attention of the other two ensigns in the radioroom as she turned over the dials to the Liberion setting. 

"What is it Able 1-6?"

[i]"Its.....some kind of rocket complex. Like one of those Karlsland V-rocket sites only bigger."[/i]

"Mark its position and bearing from base. We'll need you to guide us to it." Lyndis hastily grabbed a map and pencil and sketched out the path Lt. Vastano had taken. Even if it was a wild goose chase, it was something to refocus the task force. Spirits above knew they needed any direction they could get. She didn't have the same knack for that as Colonel Abrams.

[b]Bastogne Supply Dump[b]

"The ammo dump was on the other side of town right? Aw man." Abrams grunted as she stood on the invisible line where the town of Bastogne had been cleaved in two. For safety reasons the supply dump and the ammo dump were separate back when they had both halves of the town. Now it meant that while the 1st MTF had beans, bandages, strikers, but not bullets besides what was in the coven's stores. And those stocks were already half-empty from intense fighting with the Neuroi.

"Second load of supplies is shipping out now ma'am." Reported Sergeant Collier as she rolled up to Abram's side. "Hope you like alphabet field rations. We got enough for a couple months."

"Karls are going to love that. They actually enjoy D-rations. Or Peiper does at least if you can believe it." Abrams held up one of the aforementioned chocolate rations to emphasize the point. "We need more eyes on the situation. Air recon isn't getting us far considering the weather patterns, take a four-witch squad out west. Maybe some of our rear-echelon forces got transported along with us. If not, we need eyes on the ground to find out what is out there."

"Yes ma'am. I'll get 3rd Squad on the move in ten." Collier turned and left to organize her troops, leaving Abrams alone once again to ponder at the line between two worlds.