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>Minimum Combined: Two mechanized Crusader Platoons Plus Some Few MedicsOPTION SELECTED:
>On The March: Send forces to the nearest of the settlements, clear out hostile forces, move onto the next one, repeat as necessary"So, while their best guys are out on the raid, we drive hard and fast into Casa Blanca, fan out along the roads, and storm whoever they got defending them. If they got shit to take in view, make it damn quick, because we'll be moving onto either Wet Camp or Sweet Water before those guys even know what the fuck is going on. We all got trucks, full tanks, and no extra infantry or clunky ass mortars weighing us down. We need speed to succeed. We do this right, we'll be back before noon and partying in the Casino. Maybe with the other speed." You smile as you see some among the dozen or so groups perk up at that line. "Ah, who the fuck am I kidding, it won't be a maybe!" That line actually gets a few chuckles. "Listen guys we're gonna fucking KILL it! Messenger's got this plan nailed down. We got scouts letting us know if shit's hit the fan and we gotta bounce. Yo, we have GOD on our side! We-"
You're interrupted by crackling on the radio.
"I'm seeing some Gila Monsters coming out of their holes," the Sidewinder scout says in not-so-subtle code, not that it's even necessary in the first place. Nobody you've seen or heard of in the Badlands has shown to be able to intercept signals on the radios that animal-fights guy in Maricopa gave you all. "I hear they're venomous, could use some help."
"Yo, roger that," you respond. "I'm on it." You lower the radio and look to the rest of the fighters. "What're you all waiting for? Let's fucking GO!"
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