The ambushers from the large hill continue to fire on us.
One of the men took a shot at Emily as he ran past the hill she had just climbed. Fortunately he missed.
It became apparant that these weren't local tribsmen attacking us. They had the look of mercenaries as all but one of them was of European desent. The fellow with the automatic rifle was spraying bullets wildly as his comrads advanced but as frequent as his fire was he didn't seem to be hitting anything. I'm not sure but I think I heard him singing a song above the din though I couldn't make it out.
Jack didn't like the look of the fellow with the large sword charging us. Before I could stop him he charged the man barking at him and nipping at his heals.
Ignoring our dog he charged Emily and hit her in the head with the pommel of his massive blade. This only made jack madder and he took a pretty nasty bite out of the brute's hand.
Allison tried to shoot the beast which was now feasting on a french soldiers entrails. Though it appeared to hit she aparntly had shot through a hole in it's decayed carcus.
The man with the BAR continued to pour fire into the fray and continued to miss everything he shot at.
In all the excitement one of the attackers had managed to sneak up on one side of the hill. He made a dash for my truck which was still running dodging bullets the whole way. He managed to jump into the dirvers seat without so much as a scratch.
We continued to shoot at him as he drove away.
As they ran away it occured to me that not only was all my equipment on the truck but also some of the artifacts and information we had found at the dig site. Fortunately Emily still had the strange key but the rest had been captured by our attackers. Captain La Clede assigned one of his men to look after the wounded and the rest of us loaded into the truck the French truck to try and track down our stolen artifacts.
To be continued.......