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keeps a shot log for every shot he takes. It's a little green notebook with all the information relevant to the shot. He's detail oriented in a murderous way.
    I am so frigging glad he is on my side.
    We arrived very early at MGR yesterday driving a humvee. We managed to fit the small cabin stove into the back hatch, as well as the chimney pipes. It felt a little strange going anywhere in a single vehicle group, but the roads were pretty safe, and with the camera feeds we can actually see a LOT of the trip before we even make it now. I’d say maybe 40% of the way to downtown is visible on cameras for us.
    We arrived and found the area around the base of the tower largely empty of undead which was a pleasant surprise. We fully expected a prolonged pain in the ass engagement to clear (see: Jinx fairy), but there was only two or three and we were able to smash their heads in safely. I put the last one down myself, which was a nice confidence booster. The folks at MGR helped us get the stove inside and up the stairs to the top floor where it sits waiting for Martin and Blake to make sweet, sexy love to it. The two of them are coming tomorrow morning to install the stove somewhere, and when they are done, we’ll road trip back to Bastion with them. Incidentally, it is cold as a bastard in this building at night. Well hell, it’s cold during the day too. The people who live here were not exaggerating at all. There just isn’t enough heat to keep all the spaces they’re using warm. They need this stove, and at least one more and I think that's the barest of kindnesses we can offer them. Of course that raises the issue of stocking them with frigging wood too… Sigh.
    That statement about going home with Martin and Blake should tell you we are largely done here with the thinning of the undead herd. Ethan and I immediately got to work yesterday on the shooting once we went over emergency planning with the folks here. Essentially we were going to start firing on distant undead, and as they approached, continue to engage them until we’d shot everything wandering our way.  
    I brought the Savage and a hundred rounds of .30-06 as well as my M4A1 and a full combat load. Ethan brought his issued M24 and about a hundred rounds for that, as well as his own M4A1 and a full combat load. The rest of the crew here had their guns and such, so if things were to get out of hand we’d be able to hold our own for some time until the QRF from Bastion arrived. It felt good to be so over prepared for a fight.
    It was cold as fuck yesterday. Blustery winds made being on the top of a five story building much worse and did not help our situation at all. Not only were our fingers and toes miserable, but gauging the wind while it was moving was a bitch. My face was freezing off as well. Luckily as the day went on the wind calmed down, and we only wasted a total of maybe fifteen rounds on windage issues. I’ll go on record and say at least ten of those misses were mine. Ethan’s a far better shot, as I’ve already said.
    Ethan saw my first rounds go downrange to no effect. I was shooting at about 500 meters or so, and with the wind it just wasn’t happening. He stopped firing, and started spotting for me until I got back into the swing of things. The info on a shot is called dope. The wind, the range, the elevation, all that. It’s called dope. I never really used the phrase but working with a guy that graduated sniper school he said it a lot, and now it’s in my head like the lyrics to some catchy pop song. Anyway, he kept feeding me the dope and within three or four rounds I was firing accurately, and blowing skulls up at the range I was aiming for. The whole time Ethan kept writing in that incredibly detailed log about every shot he took, and most of mine as well. He noted ranges based on physical details, swirls of wind, cloud cover, target descriptions, you name it. So much information is in that little green notebook.
    I’ll go on record