>>6099839>>6099944>>6100030You’re faced with a tough choice here, not from failure but from success. The mission is already a success with the main area the raiders operated from having its entire defending force either killed or captured including this strategic highway crossing you’re at. ‘Rear elements’ (you think that’s the right military-sounding phrase for this) are mopping up whatever loot and prisoners they can get. Their main raider force is still out there, but that’s MMP’s problem, not yours. You could come back to Maricopa and get pats on the back right now.
But there has to be more.
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>Head East to Sacaton and hit the raiders in their main populated area while it's likely undefended“Yo everyone, brothers in Christ!” you call out to the grouping of Crusaders from atop a truck-bed. “Down that road like ten minutes out, is where their main town is. They got two, three thousand people, something like that, spread out over a big area on the east. It’s where they get their guys from, where they planned out operations like the raids on Mobile, raids on Maricopa, truck-bombing that hospital, all of that.” You notice nods from some of the Crusader fighters listening to your speech. A good number are themselves Maricopan. From the way they grip their rifles it’s clear they already know what you’re going to order. “We take ‘em out there and we get rid of this threat. We hit ‘em hard enough and I don’t care if they get their supplies from Phoenix or volunteers even, there’ll be no way they can even think about doing anything except maybe turtling up and praying we don’t come back!”
The pain in your lower abdomen flares up again, but you power through it. You’re fired up, and so are your men. But just in case the speech isn’t enough you pull out your secret weapon.
You reach down and pick up a kilo of blue meth. The cheers are instant. “Hell yeah! It’s been too long. Look, I gotta make some calls, get some shit sorted out, but then we ride. So get ready and keep the Mobile Ice handy, we’re gonna tear some shit up!”
You jump off the truck-bed satisfied with that speech and head off toward one of the medics tending to one of the wounded. The guy got shot in the chest during the push on the highway intersection area. He’s alive (he was also wearing armor), but he got hit by an actual rifle round that penetrated. Maybe it absorbed enough of the impact to save his life, but watching him cry out in pain as the medic with a thumb in the wound pours disinfectant onto his torso is all you need to make a choice...
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