Vasilli Federov - Broken

Prologue
Despite their best efforts, the Washington monument continued to stand tall. Rumours were passing round that the White House had been lost and Americans were pressing in on all fronts. Just hours earlier, Vasilli Fedorov had watched his fellow Ultranationalists shouting with joy at the sight of Americans running. Now, most were dead. The table was turning on the Spetsnaz.



“''Prikrojte menja! Ja dolzhen perezaryazhaditsya!'' (Cover me! I’m reloading!)” came a cry from a nearby trench.

Vasilli continued to remain crouched in his foxhole. So far, the American snipers had failed to pick up on the sound of the WA2000 shooting. Just hours earlier, they were inside shooting at the Americans crossing the open ground. Now, the Americans had the Ultranationalists right where they wanted them. Just a few minutes earlier, all electronics had gone down. Must be some big EMP’s around, he thought to himself. Suddenly, a Spetsnaz soldier came running with a megaphone, “Priyut, amerikantsy poluchili nami! (Retreat, the Americans have got us!)”

Vasilli turned to look at the man.

“My dolzhny vernutʹsya k Virdzhiniya! (We must return to Virginia!)” he said finally and returned to the trenches.

Vasilli looked around. Thousands upon Thousands of Russian troops were leaving their posts. They were running back towards the Russian camp. Vasilli packed up his WA2000 and followed suit.

The Ultranationalist attack on Washington D.C. had been foiled.