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The corpses had Cyrillic nameplates and strange insignia, so it looked like we were facing the Russians. I don’t know how they got there, but they were there and trying to make us dead, so I didn’t bother with the whys and wherefores just then. We soon ran into another group, who, fortunately for us, were other armed Americans. Two project Engineers and one Lieutenant, Lisa Lawson. Not too long after we met, we received another transmission from Powell, telling us to head north and neutralize any hostiles that we come across, and to take the suspected enemy base in the area, if we could do it and stay alive. Since I was ranking officer, I took command and followed orders. Crossing a field of tall grass, another man nearly snuck up on us. He had an accent, but had on an American uniform, so we decided to let him come along. Paul Khattam was his name, and he said that he was a physicist, but that he knew a little medicine as well, so he patched up Bobby before we moved on. (I). As we moved out of the field and down a slope, we found some corpses. (II). They were probably American, but so long dead that we couldn’t even tell what killed them, much less whose side they were on. Only one thing was clear, that to keep heading the way that we were going was only going to end us up like those poor souls. So I decided that we should head farther east, to see if there was a better approach to this base. We came to a river and followed it east. At one point we saw some Russians, just across a ford, and about ready to execute some captives. So we smoked ‘em, but not soon enough to save more than one of the captives. Kattam patched him up, but the others were too far gone. (III) We continued going east along the river. When it turned south, we went north, and crept over a rise. There, we surprised some lounging Russian soldiers sitting outside of their combat vehicles. Since we had the drop on them, we were able to take them out before they could occupy the vehicles and nail us with their heavy guns. After we had secured the base, we radioed ahead for further orders. Powell gave word that we should attempt to capture the second base in the area, assuring our safe extraction. Taking the second undermanned base was simple enough, We just drove the vehicles up to their forward emplacement, guns blazing, and the rest of us encircled on foot. Since we had all of the firepower, it wasn’t much of a match (IV). Some of us got a little shot up, but luckily Kattam was there to dress their wounds. Since we didn’t know how long we were going to be there, or how long we would be alone, we had the engineers start to dig us in some new emplacements to replace the new made smoking holes that had been the Russian defenses. Col. Powell then radioed, and told us to hump all of the supplies from the eastern base to the new one, for easier pickup. We groaned, but left a picket and started moving the stuff. While we were doing that, another man appeared in a flash of light. At first, the guards figured him for another American exile, but after taking a second look at his strange uniform, the guards tackled him and brought him to me. He said his name was Michal Berezov, a Russian civilian, another engineer. When we tried to get more information out of him, he spouted some nonsense about weird Russian projects and named the wrong President, so we put him under guard in one of the storage sheds, so that Powell could question him later. Later during that long haul, some more Russian combat trucks rolled up. We lit ‘em up with the gun emplacements, but they still escaped, so we knew to expect some company. I called everyone off hauling double-quick and rearmed them from the captured armory. We set up a little ambush for when the Russians returned, lining up the troops in the grass back from the road and parking the combat vehicles behind the bunkers. When they finally came, we made short work of them. After that, we set a little heavier guard during the transport, but that was the last we saw of the Russians that day. Soon after, Col. Powell radioed to give me some good news. My old buddy Captain Andy Cornell was the commander of the second operating unit, stationed just to the north-east of us. They would be the ones sent to rescue us. Some reunion...  |
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