Deniable Ops 2

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Rules

 * 1) Respect the Rules
 * 2) Don't mess with anyone's characters unless they allow you too.
 * 3) Be Realistic: Let's not have Ray Guns, Zombies, or aliens in this okay?
 * 4) Have fun.

MerchantofDeath

 * Name: George Wilson
 * Faction: CIA SAD/SOG
 * Weapons: Silenced CAR-15 with Red Dot Sight and Grip, Silenced M1911, MP5K silenced
 * Rank: Major (only in SOG)/ Agent
 * File Excerpt: "....after Fedorov and his loyal army of Soviet nutjobs with only Landon singlehandedly, I think Wilson deserve's the full credit he's getting from the higher ups. He witty, compassionate, intelligent, and strong all wrapped up in this thing we called George Wilson. However, Wilson generally does not follow orders to well, which gets him in trouble with people most of time...."

Delta 4-7

 * Name: Jack Landon
 * Faction: CIA SAD
 * Weapons: CAR-15 with ACOG Sight, Full-Auto Remington 870 with Box Magazine, Smith & Wesson Model 39
 * Rank: Major (SOG), Special Agent
 * File Excerpt: "...being one of the most senior active SAD/SOG operators, Landon refuses to move back to Langley, but after his role in the takedown of Federov and the permanent crippling of communism in Europe, he may just know what he's good at, especially when he works with agent Wilson. His classic personality remains unchanged from his psych evaluation; headstrong, dedicated, and sharp as a knife is still what describes Landon best..."

TehSpartan

 * Name : Nathaniel Carver
 * Faction: CIA, SOG
 * Weapons: M16 ACOG scope. Crossbow whit explosive bolts.
 * Rank : Sergeant
 * Bio : A ordinary sergeant Nathaniel's cool head and excellent aim got him drafted into the CIA/SOG community.
 * File Except: "Sgt Carver is a prime choice for an agent. He fought along SOG team X-Ray in Hue City however he was separated from his from the team and managed to whole up in a market building alone for two days." - CIA Agent Daniel Cook.

Sgt.Sprinkles

 * Name:James Carson
 * Faction:CIA SAD/SOG
 * Weapons:MP5A3/Retractable stock/silencer | S&W M59 Pre XM9 Prototype with silencer/With Right handed holster | Retractable sickle attached to uniform sleeve | M9 Combat knife
 * Rank:Command Sergeant Major(Both Groups)
 * File Excerpt:"..... A tactical operations expert ready to do what ever it takes to complete the mission. He is armed with his wits and training from exchanged officers sent from special forces groups from across Europe to train CIA and US special forces. He will have no issue going trough physical and mental pain to help or save his team when in danger....'

Bumblebeeprime

 * Name: Alan Johansen
 * Faction: SOG
 * Weapons: UH-1D Iroquois 'Huey' w/ M21 Weapons system (A wapons system where a rocket pod and a minigun are mounted to each side of the chopper, all facing forward), Dual Mounted M60's, and mounted Mk. 19 Automatic GL, M1911 .45
 * Rank: Captain
 * File Excerpt: "...The entirety of the NVA couldn't stand 3 minutes against him. This guy is a damn good pilot. at 0900 on Tuesday, last week, a whole NVA base, complete with an airfield, comms station, fuel depot, command center, armory, and an AA stationn with ZPUs, ZSUs, and multiple SAM sites, was 100 miles north of our forward outpost. That was the day we sent Alan in. That night, all we could salvage from the burning wrecks was a burning fighter and a broken radar dish. Alan hit them that damn hard..." -Air Marshal Terrence Mitchell, "Screaming Eagles" 101st Air Division

Prologue
December 1st, 1967

Ural Mountains

Warm blood ran down the prisoner's face in the dimly lighted room as the interrogater wiped his hands off. "Not a thing," said the interrogater, walking away furiously. The Major shook his head, and walked over to the prisoner. Slowly, the Major pulled out his knife and held it in his hand. He was going to toy the information out of him. "I do not know why you do not speak, American," said the Major, laughing underneath his breath ", it seems you've been beaten up enough, but surely you don't need to be stabbed?"

The Prisoner sat on his freezing metal chair, with the only clothes he had on being his pants and his bloody SOG issued shirt. Landon better be the fuck here, thought Wilson, shivering a little bit in front of the Major. The Major put his knife againist Wilson's neck, and growled ", tell me why you are here, American; or I will slice you open like a fruit!" Wilson only turned his head, cutting his neck a little as he moved his skin againist the blade. "Do it then....."

Jack Landon laid in the snow motionless, surveying the Russian camp below. It was a pretty medium sized base for the area, with other Russian bases being about double the size of this 'puny' garrison. Why the hell does Wilson always do this, thought Landon, shaking his head.

"Snowfox, this is Artic Eagle; you better get a move on right now or else your extraction is bye-bye," said the Heli pilot. Jack sighed, Heli pilots were always very teste when it came to low flybys like this one. But Artic Eagle had a good reason to be cocky, their was a whole lot of Reds down in that base, and they were armed to the teeth. "Artic Eagle," Jack Landon said, slowly getting off of his back knee ", I'm moving in." Jack Landon behan his trek down the hill, still in prone, to rescue his friend.

Jack had heard that Wilson had been doing recon on a new missile silo the Russians had built in the area, and had been captured by a wandering patrol in the area. After that, Wilson went silent. He personally volunteered to go on the rescue mission, and even help Wilson finish the recon if he could. Jack slowed himself with the pine trees as he began to slide down the snow. He was getting closer to the front entrance, and closer to the guards.

"Ты ясно, двигаться!" yelled one of the gate guards, waving on a covered truck carrying weapons for the garrison. Jack stopped, now what Landon? The truck had drove away, and he quickly surveyed the gate. Two guards were leaving for another location, and the one was now left there by himself. The guard looked around, and then quickly ran inside the gun post to listen to the radio. Jack ,made his move, running across the snow covered ground to one of the concrete barriers.

Jack lowered his head and then quickly peeked over the top of the barrier, he heard a the sound of a motor approaching, then several more. "Artic Eagle, this is Snowfox. I need to know what's headed my way 'cause it doesn't sound too friendly."

"Snowfox, this is Arctic Eagle. You have one bulldozer coming from the opposite side of the building and 4 trucks coming up the mountain from a tunnel below."

"Copy." Landon replied. He crawled through a maze of crates and barrels before he got a clear shot at the bulldozer, but when he did, he fired two rounds in to the brake, forcing the bulldozer to drive off the cliff and smash the approaching reenforcements. As the rest of the guards panicked, Landon buried two claymores face-down in the snow, directly in front of the entrance to the building. "Artic Eagle, this is Snowfox. Entering the compound now. I'm gonna ditch some of this camoflague."

"Roger." Artic Eagle replied.

Landon slowly walked through the dim concrete hallways until he began to hear an angry Russian voice, accompanied by an American one. Landon quickly placed a claymore on the wall, and ducked for cover has he pulled the detonator's trigger. The concrete wall exploded into different sized pieces, and the explosion knocked over two Soviet soldiers who were passing by. An alarm sounded over the entire base, and Landon got his face out of the snow.

Grabbing his sniper rifle, Landon quickly turned around the broken wall's corner and aimed at the man who was in the room. "What," said Wilson, zipping up the interrogators parka ", does it make it look too Soviet?"

"Heh heh heh, great to see you again, Wilson." Landon chuckled as the Soviet officer on the floor began to cough, "You fucking hick!"

"Anything we can beat from him?" Landon asked.

"No, he's not that well-respected." Wilson remarked back as Landon handed him a pistol. Landon kicked the Russian in the jaw while Wilson shot him point-blank. "Snowfox, confirm the VIP is secured."

"Roger Arctic Eagle, VIP secure." Wilson turned to say, "How the hell are we getting out of here? There must be 20 AK's pointed at every door!" Just then Landon's other claymores exploded, sending debris in to the base as a gaping hole in the wall appeared. "Not that one!" Landon said. "Arctic Eagle, move in now!" Wilson screamed in to Landon's radio. Wilson quickly grabbed the dead interrogator's gun, a PM63, and grabbed Landon just as the Soviet soldiers began to fire in the room. "RUN!" yelled Wilson, running out of the hole in the wall.

Wilson quickly ran across the road, with Landon following him close behind. The cold Soviet winter bit at his face as he ran, but this was only small compared to being filled with large holes. "Стреляй!" yelled a Officer from inside the room, followed by the choir of guns firing. Bullets hit near Wilson's and Landon's feet as the soldiers tried to stop them from escaping, but they still remained unharmed.

"Wilson," yelled Landon over the gunfire ", head for the gate. It was clear when I came in." Wilson nodded a little, and turned his body toward the main gate while running. The road was clear, and Wilson had a good feeling that they were getting out of this one; when two GAZ-66's stopped in front of the gate. Wilson slid a little on a icy patch of ground, and ran past Jack. "Wrong way, WRONG WAY!!!!" he shouted as he went past, grabbing Landon so he wouldn't run any further.

The two began to run past small warehouses of weapons and vehicles, trying desperatly to escape from the steadily advancing Soviet soldiers; when Wilson got an idea. "Follow me," said Wilson, turning into one of the Warehouse's doors.

The commander of the base pulled in front of the warehouse Jack and George had run into, and began shouting at the two Americans as his soldiers lined up in front of the door. "Come out with your hands up, and you will not be harmed!" shouted the commander, waving his armed jeeps to come forward. The only sounds that were in the whole area, though; were the sounds of the soldiers running into position and the UAZ's idling engine.

Suddenly, a huge roar came from inside the warehouse; causing the soldiers to shirk and aim their rifles more attentively. Even the commander himself shrunk down in his seat a little, fearing about what would happen next. Before the commander even blinked, a T-55 Tank busted through the metal door, sending some of the soldiers running as it turned for the main gate.

"Hell yeah, this is how you do it!" yelled Jack, watching through the tank captain's view hole as Wilson drove the tank. Wilson looked through his own view, the Driver's viewhole,and aimed toward the GAZ-65's in front of the gate. He pushed the throttle, forcingthe drivers to eject as he pummeled through the tanks like Moses through the Red Sea.

Wilson made a sharp turn, and began to go down the mountain's road. Just then, Artic Eagle radioed Landon "Snowfox, I need your location, pronto!" Jack smiled "In a tank going down a road, where are you?" Jack heard static from over the other side of the radio, and Artic Eagle finally replied ",Holy shit; I've got you in my sights, but I can't get you while your drivin' on that tank, I think I see a flat part of the road down there, maybe you can stop than monster and get in. Christ"

Jack thought about what Artic Eagle had said, and popped open the Tank hatch. Looking out, he saw the flat area of the road in front of the tank; still situated on the side of the cliff. He thought he could stop there and quickly jump over to Huey, but a fluing RPG right above him stopped that idea. He turned around, and saw two speeding UAZ's coming down the road, four soldiers in each. He radioed Artic Eagle ", I'm going to need you to fly beside the tank. We'll have to jump over, copy?"

"Sounds crazy to me, but roger," replied Artic Eagle. Jack quickly flung himself down the hatch, and yelled at Wilson. "You see that flat part of the road there, George!?" Wilson replied, still looking through the driver's optics with extreme attention. "Yes, why?" "We're going to jump out of a tank, Wilson," said Landon ", over to a helicopter. You've got anything that can hold the throttle down?" Wilson looked around, was there something in this damn tank that could hold the damn throttle?

"Wilson! Catch." Landon said as he threw a high explosive tank shell Wilson's way. "What the? Oomph!" Wilson grunted as he caught the shell, "Jack, if we even so much as hit a fucking rock..." "Well, what else is there?" Landon said as he shot from the hatch. "It's worth a shot." Wilson said. As he propped the shell in to place Wilson joined Landon in firing periodic bursts of fire at the Soviet guards, all while the Chinook tried to match the T-55's speed. "This is Arctic Eagle, we are throwing the side door open, you've only got one shot at this, Snowfox." Wilson climbed up on to the turret of the tank, Landon could hear his breathing slow as he ran and grabbed the ledge of the side door and pulled himself in. Jack followed suit, grabbing Wilson's hand as the chopper gained altitude. The crew cheered as they accomplished their mission.

"I've never seen anything like you two!" said one of the crew members. "What are you, Greek heros?" Jack Landon began to speak, saying that they were SOG; when Wilson silenced him. "You can say that" said Wilson.

Chapter 1
''The Supreme Lord said: I am death, the mighty destroyer of the world, out to destroy. Even without your participation all the warriors standing arrayed in the opposing armies shall﻿ cease to exist.''

-Bhagavad Gita, chapter 11, verses 31-33

January 1, 1968

Hong Kong, China

The man stood smoking his cigar, with the smoke going up into the sky like smoke from a dragon. His military suit bothered him a bit in the warm air, but it was better than being shot straight in the chest by these two timing rebels. "Are all the weapons here?" said the NVA Colonel, looking calmly at the Russian with an almost fearful look. The russian took the cigar out of his mouth "Everything from the AK-47's to explosives."

The NVA Colonel nodded, smiling with his slightly yellow stained teeth from years of living in poor conditions "It is interesting why your 'boss' would send you here instead of meeting me himself." The Russian smirked "The Americans seem to be always watching his movements very closely, and he doesn't want to get caught in the middle of a deal. Besides, you already have the weapons you need for your governments little offensive, so why do you need to meet him?"

The Colonel shrugged "I always like to meet someone who is friendly to the Revolution." With that, the deal with done, and Dashkov once again watched as the NVA Colonel walked away back to his soldiers. For the last time of course. He began to walk back to the idle car, with the Russian SpetsNaz standing guard over him. For over a year and a half, Dashkov had been giving weapon supplies to the NVA for use in Laos and Cambodia a direct order from the Soviet Government so that pressure could be added to the slumping American forces in Vietnam.

He stepped inside of the car, while the guard closed the door behind him. But these petty weapons exchanges are only oee small detail in the plan, thought Dashkov, before signaling the guard to drive. No, this part of the plan was only the Communist politicians trying to, idiotically, bring down the United States. However, Dashkov's leader was the true man to lead the fall of America; and he knew it with all of his being.



January 22nd, 1968

12:30 A.M.

Kennedy Space Center

Jack and George led a small CIA team in to the mission control room of Kennedy Space Center, as they walked through the dim hallways, dressed in the almost stereotypical black suits and sunglasses, they were stopped by a security guard, warning them, "Hey you guys, I don't care if you look official, but you can't just interrupt these eggheads while they're managing an Apollo mission." one of the CIA tagalongs flashed the guard a gun and a badge, effectively silencing him. When the team burst in, almost instant questions erupted, "Who the hell are you! Why are you here!"the CAPCOM engineer approached Landon, "What the fuck? You're with the government?"

"Might be." One of the agents said as he opened a briefcase and took out heavy-duty listening equipment.

"Well, fine! Even if you have authorization, What could you possibly want! This is a test!" The engineer said.

"The camera; how quickly can we bring it up?" queried Landon.

"60 seconds sir." an agent replied. "What fucking camera?!" The engineer angrily asked.

"That one." Landon said as the black-and-white images were broadcast on to the main screens. "Wilson, if you'd please assist the techs in locating our targets, they should be somewhere in Siberia." Landon strolled down the stairs towards the center of the room with two other CIA agents. He stopped when he had the NASA employees' attention, and allowed his other agents to explain what would happen if they went public, his presence there was enough. Then, when he was finished, he signaled Wilson to kill the feed on the main screen, and hurried back to the briefcase computer set up earlier. "Did we find them?" Landon asked

"We sure as hell did." Wilson replied.

"Where."

"The Fucking Yukon."

January 23, 1968

1:45 P.M.

CIA Headquarters

Wilson threw down the pictures onto the Director's Desk "Pardon my language, sir; but there's some shit going down in Alaska." The Director took the small yellow folder on his desk, and preceded to look at the pictures in the folder. Ant-like battleships and destroyers were the only things he could make out in the water. "All high resolution photos in there, sir." said Landon "There's some massive ship movements have been seen in the Bering Strait, but none look threatening as of now."

The Director put down the yellow folder neatly on his desk, and looked toward Landon and Wilson. "If they weren't threatening us, they wouldn't be there in the first place. This is why I'm going to be sending you guys up to Alaska right now to do some recon." Landon and Wilson looked at each other with sad experssions; they were going into the cold again.

"I need you guys to figure out why the hell the Soviets are near our waters. Get on one of those damn ships and find anything about this all."

January 24, 1968

2:00 A.M.

Bering Strait

"These black uniforms are awesome," Wilson said to Landon, with cold water spraying into his face ", and I don't care what you say." Landon shook his head, and turned his head back to the Soviet ships.

"Do we go for the big catch?" Landon said, pointing towards the battleship. "You know it." Wilson replied. Landon started the motor on the stealth speeedboat and headed for the stern of the battleship, gradually slowing and using the waves to reach the ship. When Wilson and Landon reached the ship, they were nearly caught by a Soviet patrol, marines. Landon motioned to Wilson with his hand, "3...2...1..." Wilson and Landon fell over the side of the boat into the cold water, and began swimming towards the flagship's hull,

When they reached it, they both quickly went to grab some air. Then, Wilson took out his grappling hook, and threw it up onto the ship. The hook latched onto the guardrail, and Wilson gently tugged on the rope to make sure it was stable. Then, putting his silenced CAR-15 around his arm, Wilson began to climb up towards the deck; with Landon following him close behind.

Landon climbed up after Wilson on to the deck, switching off the safety of his CAR-15. After taking a moment to shake some of the water out of his gear, Landon peaked around the corner he and Wilson hid behind, the Soviet Marine patrol was still making their rounds of the deck. "Shit." Landon said, "We'll need a distraction. Hand me that grappling hook." Wilson handed the coiled rope to Landon, who threw the end on to a wooden lifeboat, hanging by a few small hooks from the side of the bridge.

The two began to tug on the line as hard as they could, until eventually the small dinghy fell from its hooks and hit the guardrail below, shattering in two and partly landing in the water. "Что это было?" One marine alarmingly asked, "Что-то упало." "Эти проклятые новобранцев никогда ничего безопасного права, пойдем см. ущерба." Replied his comrade. This break from their patrol gave Wilson and Landon the opportunity they needed. "Get ready," wispered Wilson ",or else we're going to be in deeper shit than we are now."

Wilson and Landon quickly hid behind two pieces of metal, and waited for the Soviets to approach. Their steps echoed slightly on the metal, and both Wilson and Landon drew their knifes when they heard the Soviets step on the wet metal. "Что это значит?" asked the one Soviet. At this statement, WIlson flung himself from behind the metal, and quickly stabbed the Russian in the neck. Before his comrade could even raise his own gun, Landon had already inserted his knife into his chest.

The Russian stared at the knife in disbelief before finally falling to the ground. Wilson cleaned off his knife on the Russian's shirt, and put it in it's sheath. "Help me get these bodies overboard," said Wilson, grabbing the dead Russian and pulling him over to the edge. With a burst of energy, Wilson quickly threw the dead body over the side of the ship; which made a small splash sound as it hit the water. Landon did the same, but at a faster pace than Wilson.

After the work was done, Wilson took point with his silenced CAR-15 while Landon followed behind. "We need to get up to the commander's controls, that's where we're going to find any information on what the hell is going on here.",wgispered Landon to Wilson. "Roger.", replied Wilson, looking up at the ship's control tower. He and Wilson began to move silently on the metal; making sure not to catch any attention from the roaming guards on the deck.

As they moved past the ship's massive guns, Wilson had to check more corners to make sure they weren't caught. Slowly he and Landon moved past the guns, narrowly missing two Soviet Marines who were passing the gun. When they reached the ship's control tower, Landon managed to spot a lone guard watching over the deck from the second floor. Landon grabbed Wilson's shoulder, and pointed him to the guard. "Son-of-a-bitch." ,Wilson gasped.

The guard was standing calmly on the walkway, casually waving his body from side to side. He held his RPD with and almost knightly stature, which Wilson found almost amusing at the current moment. There was only one thing he could do. Raising his rifle, he put the guard's head between the crosshairs; and pulled the trigger. The bullet came out of the barrell silently, and entered into the guard's head in a spectacullar burst of blood. "Let's get moving.", he said to Wilson, before walking out into the light. That Ruski sure loved his job, huh?" Landon sarcastically asked.

After Landon's comments, the team moved up, silently, on to the deck above. With the guard dead, the pair finally was able to reach the command center, it was empty. "Okay, we made it, now let's find what we came for, some goddamn answers." said Wilson. Landon began searching alongside his partner, attempting to translate the notes scribbled on to a map. in the mean time, Wilson searched a few small lockers on the opposite wall, containg not much aside from a few uniforms and miscellanea. Landon then began to read, "Left port in Kamchatka, crew of 900, 3 ship escort. Carrying 750 tons *shit!* of cargo to be delivered to "Dashkov" (?)

January 24, 1968

1:20 P.M.

East Berlin

Colonel Dashkov sat in his UAZ patiently as the driver drove to the General's headquarters. On the other side of the road, T-62s, T-64s, T-55s, and BMPs passed him on the other side of the road; each sporting hitchhiking soldiers going to their mysterious destinations. Dashkov noticed that the buildings were especially gray today, partly because of the overcast weather rhat the two Berlins were having this week; which made him somewhat depressed. For even the most overly-nationalistic person that Dashkov was, he enjoyed the sunlight very much.

The driver turned down one of the intersecting streets, going past a small guard-post as he did. The soldiers that were on duty got up from their card game to salute the Colonel. When the Colonel's car passed, the two soldiers sat down at the small table and began playing their game again. Dashkov opened his small folder again, and looked at the date. January 31th, 1968. Such a close date to do an extreme event like the Marshal's planning, thought Dashkov.

He closed the folder just as the driver looked back, to withhold the secrecy of the operation. If any information about the date got out to the common soldier, the whole plan would fail. "What is it!" hissed Dashkov, looking at the driver with fire in his eyes. The driver smirkerd, "We are here, sir." Dashkov looked outside, and saw the General''s headquarters outside of his window. On the roof of the five-story building, a single flag flew in the wind.''

Dashkov's driver opened the door for him, and the trenchcoat sporting Dashkov stepped outside. He began to walk on the snowy ground, which crunched beneath his feet as he walked towards the stairs. He began to walk up the concrete stairs, and two guards opened the wooden doors open for the Colonel. He was hit with a warm burst of air from the heater that was running, and began walking towards the elevator.

By the time Dashkov had reached the fifth floor, the meeting was already in place. He walked into the room just as the General was speaking. "........Demidov, your division will push through the Fulda Gap while General Alekseev will take his division past the wall. I will personally take control of the attack on the pigs in Moscow." Dashkov began to speak nervously, "General Bure, I am sorry I am late..."

Bure waved down Dashkov in a patient manner, "Sit down Dashkov. We have much planning to do." Dashkov calmly sat at the table, and looked at the map of Europe that was placed on the table.

"750 tons of what, Landon?", asked Wilson, turning from looking at the ships log. "Of weapons, George. AKs, RPDs, RPGs; you name it.", said Landon, moving his hand through his hair. Wilson walked over to the map Landon was looking at, and began looking at it for himself, "What's some Soviet need with 900 soldiers and 750 tons of weapons and explosives in Siberia?"

"Well...it looks like they actually loaded this on board in Siberia, it's shipping out to Southeast Asia..." Landon said, his voice trailing off. "Fuck, this isn't the show-of-force Langley thought it was, it's a shipping run! Come on, help me collect this, we need photos, copies, anything and everything." Wilson and Landon grabbed everything they could and placed it in their waterproof cases, ensuring that the evidence would remain pristine.

After what seemed like a few seconds, Landon heard something, the clang of boots on metal, and bored Russian conversation. More guards. Just as Landon was searching for a way out, Wilson called for him, "Jack, Jack come on!" Wilson had secured a line from the outside of the bridge to the lower deck, which the two rushed down. As Landon stood silently on the main deck, he saw the shadows of the two guards projected on the ceiling of the command room; they were getting suspicious. Jack quickly flung open the steel door to one of the 14" gun turrets and entered with Wilson, to his surprise, it was completely empty. There was no ammunition in the gun deck. The pair then proceded to move in to the bowels of the ship, in to the cargo hold.

Wilson began to wander through the ship's halls, with Jack following him close behind. The halls were dimly lighted, and the smell of sea water radiated from the metal. Wilson turned his gun down every hallway he passed, ready to put a couple of holes into any Soviet he saw. And as he looked past one hallway, he did find five Soviets coming down one of the hallways. "Американцы!" ,screamed one of the soldiers, which made Wilson quickly duck behind the metal wall.

AK rounds began to fly through the other hallway, hitting random pipes and pieces of metal as the bullets ricochetted around the walls. Wilson blindfired with his CAR-15, managing to hit two of the Soviets and leaving three others to deal with. Wilson felt a tap on his shoulder, and felt a grenade go into his hand. Wilson gave the thumbs up to Jack, pulled the grenade's pin, and threw it to the soldiers. The soldiers began to scream, trying to gain a grip of the grenade and try to throw it away; when Wilson heard it explode. Some blood and chunks of meat went onto the ground in front of Wilson, which made him sick when he looked at it.

Suddenly, alarms began to sound around the ship, most likely because of the large sound the grenade had made. "We need to move, WIlson.", said Jack, quickly running around him and running down the hall. In just a few seconds, Wilson gained his composure and began running after Jack, still holding his CAR-15 with both of his hands. "Where exactly are we going?", said Wilson, turning down a hallway just as Jack did. "Munitions room," said Landon, smirking even though Wilson couldn't see hjs face ",we're going to blow this ship up."

"Why the hell would you expect them to have reserves ready if there aren't any shells in the gun?" Wilson asked.

"Soviets are being economical, George, they crammed something even better than bullets or HE shells in that room. I saw it on the manifest." Landon replied, sprinting with Wilson as fast as possible.

"What then?" Rebuttled Wilson.

"Jet fuel."

Landon and Wilson reached the door marked "Munitions" Landon kicked the door in, whilst Wilson killed the few guards present, shocked at the team's presence. As Wilson walked in, Landon threw him a small green satchel bag. "It's full of remote dentonated C4. Lets get moving." Wilson began to take the C4 out of the bag, and placed it on some of the huge shells that were in front of him while Landon placed in on the other rows. When they were done, Landon followed Wilson as he ran towards the stairs.

As Wilson walked back into the first floor of the control tower, a burst of bullets from the doorway came spraying out like a hose. Wilson ducked begind the entrance to the stairwell, and quickly fired out a burst of bullets. Wilson heard a death scream, and he quickly ran out with Landon, firing at the door so the soldiers couldn;t shoot at them. Wilson and Landon quickly opened another door, and began running across the battleship's deck through gunfire. Everytime they took cover, Wilson would fire a shot from his CAR-15; managing to send three Soviets face first on the deck, dead.

When they reachced the end of the deck, Landon shouted to Wilson "We're going to need to jump!"

Wilson stared down in to the water for a moment, then shouted "Well what are we waiting for?!" He dived in and Landon quickly followed, diving to at least partially avoid the gunfire from the decks above. After a minute or so of swimming, the team finally reached their boat, which was now a safe distance from the ship. Landon climbed aboard and pulled Wilson up. He then handed him a victory cigar and the detonator. "Not today ya red bastards." said Jack as he presed the button with Wilson, who sat and enjoyed the sight of the sinking vessel while waiting for evac.

"Look at that!", Wilson said to Landon, pointing on to the other retreating ships "Guess they knew what was best for them." Wilson and Landon began to laugh in the middile of the Artic Ocean, with the freezing wind still nipping at their faces and the only warmth coming from the burning oil from the ship.

January 25, 1968

10:10 A.M.

The Kremlin, Moscow

"A battleship was destroyed by what!: yelled the Soviet President into his office's phone " A 'muntions explosion'? How on earth do muntions just explode in the middle of the Bering Strait!?!" As the President yelled into his phone, General Bure and Colonel Dashkov, along with three other armed men, entered the office. Bure's men had quickly destroyed all oppostion outside the Kremlin's wall; and Bure's coup plan was going to plan. The President,, turning his head towards the small group of men, dropped his phone even as the Navy Captain was talking to him.

"Please don't", said the President; before Bure raised his pistol and shot him straight in the head. The bullet went through the President's skull, sending his dead body flying down to the ground, His blood began to pour on the ground, but the already all red carpet hid it well, Bure began to walk over to the President's table, his table now, and picked up the phone. "Captain? This is your new leader Alexander Bure. I need you to contact Admiral Tolstoy in Kamchatka, and tell him to send the fleet back out into the Artic."

Colonel Dashkov looked out the window of the former President's office, and watched as the tanks drove along the road, securing any pockets of the President's loyalists and destroying them without mercy. At the entrance, new Soviet soldiers were already standing guard at the gate, while other soldiers watched the captured political members that were working in the Kremlin at the timel all of them supporters of the President's downward road for the Soviet Union.

Dashkov walked away from the window and began to look around the President's office, which was plastered with Communist pictures and symbols to the roof. The President wasn't a true Communist at all, only a dog of the Capitalists to the West! He began to tear down the pictures of the former President, and stomped on them with his muddy boots. A new revolution had begun, and the West was going to feel it's wraith.

Chapter 2
January 31st, 1968

2:59 A.M.

Saigon, Vietnam

"Why the fuck are we doing patrols so early for, man?", complained one Marine inside the M113's hold, waving his arms around like a clown "So what if the North Vietnameze invade a couple of cities at Tet? I was getting my ass laid god dammit!" Landon and Wilson looked at each other and rolled their eyes, being a sardine can with a complaining marine was hell more than getting up at 2:00 A.M. to do some patrols. Wilson and Landon had done harder things than this.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Marine" said the Sergeant, loading his pistol as he did "If Command says we're going to do patrols, we're fucking doing the patrols." The Marine scoffed, "I'm just tired of it Sarge. All we're doing giving the VC more advantage to kill us all, while Command gets to sit back behind lines and go yank off...." Without warning, and explosion rocked the APC, shaking everyone that was in the cabin. "AMBUSH!!!" yelled the driver.

The Sergeant quickly finished loading his weapons, and stood up in the small cabin to speak, "Alright Marines, let's lock-and-load!!!"