After Action Report (AAR):
Actions in Istanbul (formerly Constantinople):
Delta Squad Eliminated. Sergeant Nickels; KIA, Corporal Robertson; KIA, Private 1st class Andrews; KIA, Private 1st class Peters; KIA, Private 1st class Mason; MIA, presumed dead,…
The major looked up at secretary. "So, my godson is presumed dead and his entire squad has been annihilated, right?"
The secretary blanched, knowing that the major wasn't angry, he was furious. "That's what the report says, sir."
"Well I want to be one hundred percent sure! I need to know what happened in Istanbul and my godson is the only one that can tell us, so get beta squad together and find him!" he shouted. His secretary cowered, then fled to do as he asked.
What has happened? Istanbul was safe! The PAC will pay! The major picked up his phone. "Colonel? I think we need to send troops to Belgrade. The ninth armored corps is already there? Okay then. Thank you for your time. Goodbye. What? Oh yeah, long live the EU."
The major leaned back in his chair. Lorcen is not going to make it...
Lorcen Mason looked at the sky. His assault rifle lay broken next to him, his pistol lay hidden in the rubble covering him. An orbital strike killed my squad. It means only one thing, PAC invasion.
Mason slowly pulled himself out. He looked around at his seven other squad members, they were all dead. Each was torn to pieces from the force of the blast.
Mason slowly limped away, searching for unbroken weapons and ammunition. All he found was his engineer's Turcotte Rapid SMG and roughly three hundred rounds from their support box. It should get me back to base camp.
"Стоп! Не двиньте."
Mason whipped the rapid around and saw three PAC running towards him. He brought up the SMG and fired at them, killing the point man, and their support personnel behind him. The last PAC dropped to the ground and aimed his Krylov at Mason, but didn't shoot. Mason understood the hidden motive and jumped to the side as a sniper nearly shattered his skull. The Krylov whipped around to line up a shot on him when disaster struck. One of the pins on his timed grenades had fallen off, and now it exploded, sending bloody fragments of skull, brain, and bone at Mason. Mason wiped it off his special helmet. In it were all the components for a recon, engineer, support, and assault trooper. But it's most valuable feature at that point was masking his eyes from the spray.
Mason dove for the supportist's Shuko and managed to avoid another sniper shell. He briefly aimed at the most likely sniping positions and strafed them. He finally stopped as a spray of blood announced the sniper's demise.
Lorcen turned around and came face to face with a final PAC trooper. "Вы оплатите для этой сволочи!"
"Whatever you said, I don't care."
"Все, что угодно вы сказали, я не забочу."
"Nice knowing you."
"Что!?"
Mason threw his palmed knife into the clueless man's throat. "I need to report this." Mason slowly began to limp towards the base, in vain because he didn't know it was already destroyed.
I will now tell you what was said in Russian. Стоп! Не двиньте. Stop! Do not move. Вы оплатите для этой сволочи! You will pay for this bastard! Все, что угодно вы сказали, я не забочу. Whatever you said, I do not care. Что!? What!?
I know this is really short, but I want to get this posted so that I don't forget about it. Until then, translate this: До следующего времени.