"It is a bit obvious," Annabelle says with a nod.

Conscripts three, four, and five are holed up behind some substantial cover. Unfortunately, they picked cover near a crane that is holding a rather large steel beam.

Annabelle decides to give them a lesson on the finer points of the laws of motion as an extra special present. *Bang* goes Annabelle's pistol, and one end of the beam swings behind their cover like a scythe through wheat. If any of them ever get up again, it won't be anytime soon.