9th June 2013

Seems like that drunken shit Delov was right, this bunker is full of surprises. I came to the command centre this morning, filled with technicians trying to wire the place up. There's been a rash of blackouts the past few days, from what some of the men are saying, the reactor in the basement is from the old Soviet days so is about as reliable as any of the technology from that era. The amount of times I've had to recall some of the crap we give our boys to use, especially the 'Yudashkin's uniform' incident a few years back…

The other occupants of the room were the command staff, the lieutenant colonel and his gang. Delov gave me a glare, but he was looking a little worse for wear after last night's piss up. None of them were in the best shape really; even the steely Lieutenant Colonel Antonov himself was trembling slightly as he read a report in a darkened corner. Some of them were absent, probably clogging up the septic tanks with splashes of vomit and lurid sprits.

But Captain Delov was coherent enough to snap a curt command at me.

"Major Videnski! Lieutenant Colonel Antonov wants you down at Storeroom 5-B. Organising that should keep you busy…" he added with a smirk.

Arrogant prick. Technically I outrank pretty much all the command staff, most are captains and lieutenants, but all of them seem to treat me in the same way as most of the standard troops. Other quartermasters I've spoken to get the same, even though without us lot supplying their weapons and supplies they're just starving thugs in tatty uniforms! You would have thought the man who makes sure all their equipment is in working order would get more respect but, really, I just tend to keep my head down. It's the only way to survive in this shitstorm of an army.

Storeroom 5-B turned out to be halfway across the base, so I was soon on one of the slightly precarious monorail systems, on the radio to Vasily and the others to get down and meet me at the storeroom as soon as possible.

As the ugly yellow train rolled up to a halt outside the cavernous red steel door of the storeroom it seemed Vasily and the rest of my staff were there already. Corporal Dakker was standing over by the door controls, and he threw me a half arsed salute as he set the huge door to open. Can't blame him really. Whilst the other officers were getting pissed I was up late with my men, stacking up crates of weapons and ammunition in the main armoury, whilst all the other supplies had to be taken to other parts of the bunker. It must have taken me and Dakker half an hour just to find the main medical centre, all the while lugging a cart full of surgical equipment for Doctor Talos, who was already snowed in with men faking illness just to get a good rest from the torturous schedule command had us on.

The huge door was soon open, and I remember us walking into the darkness, the lights flickering on slowly. As the room revealed itself, Dakker was the first to break the silence.

"Fuck… The guys who built this place didn't mess about."

The room, if you could call it that, it was more of a warehouse, was massive, like the rest of this place. The architects who designed D6 obviously didn't have a sense of scale. But the size was irrelevant; it was the contents of the room which were the craziest. Ranked like a silent parade, dozens of vehciles, artillery pieces, everything an army much bigger than ours would ever need was sat there, gathering dust.

There were T-90's, sat like squat beetles, rows of BMP troop transports, even the ugly silhouette of a Hind gunship near the back. And then the weapons. Like an American gun nuts wet dream. There were no shitty AK's here, it was all sleek and modern, Western, guns. There were P-90's, MP5's, British SA-80's; the things men like us could only dream of .All the sort of stuff even patriotic Antonov would sell to the Mafia in a heartbeat. I don't know why they were here, and how they had got here anyway. Maybe UN membership wasn't as bad as Putin always said.

But, whilst all the others were muttering about how much time this job would take, only one thought was going through my mind.

What the hell were we doing down here?