[Color=#1E90FF][Center][h2]Day 2
Somewhere in Novy Jork
Capital Province,
Republic of Polavia[/h2][/center][/color]

Silas had fallen asleep with the one single liquor bottle clutched close.

Loose and relaxed as they slept in the rail car.

So excuse him for being shocked as he woke in the middle of a hellscape. He looked around in confusion. Trying to make sense of whats going on. Then a big round whiskers past his left ear and he threw himself to the ground, rolled getting muddy and then into a trench. He crawled about geowping out "Ah [i]Putanas yos[/i]." He looked up spotting Borys and Rowan, he got to his feet and roadie ran to them, "[i]Malaka[/i] what the hell is going on...and do we have anything too..." he trailed off, some felt odd about this. 
Magic...Craft...the dream felt real but everything else felt off. "What the hell is this? Who's head are we in? How do we get out?" He growled as another barrage of MG fire began. Kicking up close of dirt and mud, "ahhh i want my KS...I wanna put a few rounds down at that thing."

He looked around st those gathered, Felix, Borys, Rowan. He growled peeked over the berm, "An exit? Maybe? I'd like to return to reality thanks!"

When the group begins running he does too, staying st the back of the group ready to pick some one up if he had too. Along the way he urged them to keep going, or get in cover.

As soon as he can he does what no medic would do in a situation like this he dives for the way out.

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A few minutes later he wakes groaning, "I have not drank enough to have earned this bsd of a headache." He blinks fully awake and almost chases the bottle as its yanked from his hands. "Ahhh balls keep it." He rolls to his feet and coughs, then smells coffee. He waddles over procuring a tin cup. "Dreams...who's got bad karma and pulled in half the group into a dream?" He sighs and sits the coffee. Getting to his feet again a second time and grabs his medical bag, and ta da like a stage magician one of those craftless hacks, he produces some food. Ration crackers, a pair of cookie rations, and some Polavian Jerky strips. He offers the food around, "if we gotta jump train best to do it with some food."

Maybe hes not really that big of an asshole.

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When they do they jump off the train. He loads 3 big honking KS shells and ghost loads a fourth in the reciever. He slips into the formation best he can big scatter Cannon held carefully. As roles are given out he nods and moves up side up with Borys, "let's get moving then. Push comes to shove i can always blast a lock." He pats the big KS23 he looted from the machine gun jeep fight.

As they moved he helped Borys jimmy open doors, second point man position his big shotgun leading.

As they got inside he spit to the side, "can't even take care of a liquor making facility? These poor spirits." He trumped his back up against a pile of crates hearing glass clink inside "almost enough to make you cry."

He followed on Borys heel, "are we passing through or stopping here?" He asks as he holds the opposite corner as Borys moves forward.