Prologue: Stealing a warhead
Siberia
"Today will be interesting" Chechov thought to himself as he was driving down TSR 4.
A trucker carrying an important piece of cargo for the Russian army. He knew what would happen if his cargo was lost.
It was a Warhead. He was transporting it to a storage facility over in the middle of Siberia.
Currently, taking Trans-Siberia Road 4, he figured he'd been making good time.
He was expected at Lenin Storage Unit 72 by 4 PM local time today. He left at 4:30 AM yesterday.
Since then, his short, squat, plump balding form had been driving nonstop. He'd only stopped once to eat and go to the bathroom.
He figured that in the middle of Siberia that no one would try to steal his cargo. However, it didn't hurt to be a little extra vigilant.
He checked his rearview mirrors. It currently showed a single car way down a good 100 Meters away.
It was a little strange. Since he'd pulled on to TSR 4, this car had been keeping it's distance and following him at the same time.
"Probably taking same way." He reasoned allowed. "Not like they try to steal warhead."
Tail
Markov sighed. The driver of the Urban assault vehicle had been tailing this guy a good six hours.
Unless it was still crowded on the road, then they should make their move.
"Mirva!" He yelled out, tapping the wall with his gloved hand "How much longer are we going to wait?"
"Just wait second." Mirva Valichov replied "It's going to take while."
"Just let us do this." He answered "If we're even on the road then it's a safe bet that we're good."
"If you say so." She answered "You all get ready for this."
"Alright, let's go." Markov cheered to his team "We've got warhead to steal."
Trucker
In his furs, he still felt cold. He had to admit, it was cold as hell in Siberia.
Rolling up the windows, he proceeded to turn up the heat.
Pressing his hand to the vents, he could feel a bit of warm air come out. It was sure as hell better than being cold though.
He also figured he'd listen to music while he was out here. Turning up the radio, he found an AM station that played Russian dubs of American Rock songs.
He was currently listening to a dub of "Peace of Mind" by Boston. Right at the Guitar Solo, he felt the truck shake.
Looking in his rearview, he could see this strange vehicle following him. It had four massive high truck wheels, a machine gun on top, was painted black, and had tinted windows. It also seemed that people were getting out of it, and climbing on to the truck cab.
Chechov had been trained on what to do in this sort of situation.
He knew that they needed a steady path to do this, so he started to do a slight serpentine.
The truck's tiny movements translated into large movements for the cab. As he swerved, he could see the people trying to climb start to lose their grip.
Markov
As the truck started to swerve, he knew this wasn't going to be easy. The guy he had trying to climb onto the trailer was currently losing his grip, literally.
"Let's try a different approach!" he commanded "We're gonna blast our way into the trailer!"
With that, Mirva turned back, and took to following straight behind.
Within seconds, he got to the turret, and shot a grenade onto the back door to the trailer.
The door came apart in a second, an inwards crater.
Sitting in the back, he could see the Warhead.
Soviet Era, it looked like something too old to be true.
"Alright, let's grab it!" he commanded.
With that, Mirva drove up to the edge, and opened the roof to the back section.
Moving with a true purpose, the other members of the squad jumped into the trailer, and proceeded to lift, carry, and set down the warhead into the vehicle.
Prize in stow, they shut the roof, and made their way backwards.
Just for spite however, they shot the truck's gas tank, igniting an explosion that was seen for miles.
The job was a cinch. Getting it back to the boss would be a piece of cake.