I came back to Fort Bundy to resupply and meet with Ragnar Benson. Ragnar, as may of you may know is a world renowned explosives expert, booby trap expert, master of field expedient weapons construction and dirty tricks, master chef and all around nice guy. As Ragnar and I were planning tonight's assault , we decided that Ragnar would lead the troops on a strike mission against the opposition forces while I would go one-on-one with The Sentinel. No need in getting too many people fragged in what was going to be the deciding battle in this campaign. Besides, if there are no other troops around, he can't disguise himself. That's what got RankSmellin' plugged in the leg last night - spy checking. I want him to myself. I am the aggrieved party now that he took my last peanut butter sando. I was reduced to Frosted Mini-Wheats the rest of the night. Ever tried munching those things with cold expresso? It was brutal. <shudder>
Just as I was leaving the armory after suiting up for tonight's mission, I learned that Golbez capitulated and forked over the goods to Moriarty. He could have at least let us know so that I could have cut the troops loose. Hey, it is cold out here. I will write it off to all the EMP grenades playing havoc with our comms, but if I ever find out that he just didn't bother... Well, I don't even want to go into that.
Sentinel, I figure we are even. We both suffered severe losses and incurred personal injury. I admire you ability to ingress undetected and have learned something. I will NEVER leave my sandos unattended again.
This campaign is over. For now.