The air was chilly as it rippled across the cold waters of the bay, stirring up the sea to form small choppy waves. Snow was blown off the high mountain peaks, darkening the distant sun. The stillness was only broken by the sound of waves, lapping gently against a dark shape in the center of the bay. It moved along steadily, leaving behind a steady wake as it went.

The black coloring was blotched with snow and ice as it froze to the exposed hull. The long flat surface cut cleanly through the water, a single spike sticking up in the center of it, the sail and farther astern, that of the tall rudder. Crimson eyes, the same color as the flag currently flying from the sail, were narrowed into fine slits, focused, determined, wary.

Only officially commissioned yesterday, the ship was about to embark on the most dangerous quest any of her kind would undertake. Her eyes flickered skyward as she thought of the path that had brought her to this. She knew what she was the moment she was born. She was different than her siblings, six elder so far with more on the way. They were designed for peace and deterrence of any potential threat. She was a threat, a threat to her nation's very way of life, a threat to the world. Her soul purpose, was to cause destruction the likes of which the world has never seen.

She was a peace loving soul, this Typhoon-class Soviet submarine and the last thing she wanted was to cause a war. The crimson eyes closed as the sub sighed, considering the long journey that awaited her. Only a select few knew her plans and they were all safely onboard.

As the fleet of surface ships came to escort her out on her maiden voyage, she knew this would be the last time she'd ever she what she called home again. Though she knew that likely she'd end up on the dissecting table in a lab somewhere if she succeeded, she knew it had to be done. For peace to reign, she had die, one way or another.

The order was given to dive and the sub took one last look behind her, trying to etch the memory of the rugged coastal bay into her mind. She'd never see it with her own eyes again. Ahead of her lay 3000 miles of open ocean and likely before she was even a day out, every single one of her former comrades would be trying to hunt her down. She had six days, only six days to cross the mighty Atlantic. And each day would be filled with fear and terror as time and again the world's two largest superpowers teamed up to hunt her down. One, for revenge and the other for security. She could only hope the other would understand before they fired.

The sky disappeared as the sub slowly but surely made her way westward. Home had been left behind, the New World awaited her.