TIME SKIP 5 HOURS LATER

"Breaking news, a six-year-old boy has been kidnapped around 3:30 PM, this afternoon. Nick Pasterneck has been kidnapped for about five hours as of now. The last know location of the six-year-old was in front of his school, Providence Elementary. He was waiting for his father to pick him when he called in late. When suddenly a black van pulled up and two men got out and knocked him out. Police say they do have video evidence, and release that information, however, they are not telling us anymore information as it is an ongoing search. Going to Bob at the scene of the kidnaping. How it going Bob?"

"It is a sad day for the community, as Nick Pasterneck, the six-year-old kid, was kidnaped in front of the school. I have spoken to the father, and he said he was late to pick up his son from school. I also spoken to the chief of police, and he said they are working with the FBI with searching for the boy. They are looking the black van, and any other evidence to help with the search. This is Bob Hunter, coming from the scene."

"Thank you Bob for the information. The police and the FBI are asking for help with the search and rescue of the boy. If you have any information to help with the case, please call the number on the screen to report. This is Cynthia Cisneros of KTRK news, signing off. "

TIME SKIP: 11 YEAR'S

Location: MOUNTAINS OF UKRAINE

The year is 2010. Fighting in the mountains of Ukraine are almost a daily occurrence, ever since the news of Ukraine wanting to join NATO an EU. A few separatist groups have banned together forming an ultranationalist party trying to put a stop to this. Inciting low intensity conflicts all over Eastern Europe. It was at this time that a small group of teenage solders made a name for themselves.

These child soldiers were aided by the Russian Government, by them sending weapons, vehicles, training, and ammunition. In return, these teenage soldiers help with keep the separatist out form gaining that valuable position. This area that they were in was one of four areas heavily targeted by the ultranationalists.

The teenage solders were fighting to protect was a small village located deep in those mountains with a little population over a little of a thousand residents, mostly younger children. Some of the older girl's would be the mother hen's towards the littler children and keep them educated, and safe. The town in the mountains, as well as the mountain forest itself, was heavily fortified with trenches, bunkers, little outposts, and underground tunnels.

While the older boys, mostly the age of 14 and 17, would go out and fight. Most of the time they would return, some injured. However, some would lose one or two members of the group, our not return at all. The towns folk were grateful for the protection and offer to help with food and taking care of the children when they have time. The only reason why the folk of the town don't leave is because of under threat of death by the ultranationalists.

Fighting in those mountains made those teenagers into hardstone killers. Willing to lay down their lives if necessary for village and comrade. They were also made into vary skilled interrogators. Even doing the interrogations on the battlefields to get information to help them overcome the attacking enemy, or when attacking. The child solders name was the Dire Wolves, in memory of a skilled pack of hunters and killers that lived in North America before their extinction.

Reporters would come far and wide to report them. Looking into their brotherhood, casted in the flames of war, and tampered in the tears of their fallen. Most of their identities were hidden when they came to report. Wearing over the head, black balaclava. They would also be wearing black steel-toed combat boots, black combat uniforms with an emblem of a wolf tied around their right forearm. Those uniforms would indicate the Dire Wolves were there, and ready to mess up your day.

(EMBLEM SYMBOL OF THE WOLF: DESTINY 2) (1)

NICK: FIRST PERSON

I was running in between trees, as gun fire erupted from our left, right, and front. Me and my squad was on a patrol north of the village. It was during the night and was pouring rain when we were ambushed. Six out of twenty-five of our members died when the gun fire erupted.

"Take cover, take cover" a comrade said next to me.

"Their flanking to our rear from out right. Concentrate your fire." another comrade said a few trees to the right. "Aghhh.." he grunted in pain when he got shot in the arm.

"Get the damn medic over here!" the person pulling him behind a large rock thirty meters to my left said.

"Cover fire for the medic" I commanded. A few seconds later, we unleashed a borage of bullets into the trees, taking out a few unrespecting enemies. "Call for backup" I said calmly to the radio man next to me. He nodded to me, and started calling for back up. A minute later, he returns his attention back towards me.

"Sir, backup thirty minutes away. Their redirecting a tank to our position. from HQ" He stated.

"Alright comrade's, you hear that. So start digging in until reinforcements arrive to tear them a new ass-hole. URA"

"URA" my comrades in arms replied. We dug into defense position and hold onto losing grounds. I was crouched next to a tree that fell down after getting hit by an RPG. The radio man next to me with a pistol in hand seeing as his main weapon is out of ammunition. A few minuets later, a scream rang out in the forest.

"RPG!" a comrade of mine screamed before getting hit by it, exploding into chunks. I lowered my head for a seconds before looking over the tree and shot the guy that killed my comrade, hitting him in the chest. Then ducking behind it for cover to dodge incoming fire. This went on until I heard a familiar rumbling noise and music from behind. I chuckled when I heard Sabaton, a popular band favored amongst us.

RUSSIAN DIALOGE WILL BE IN RUSSIAN FROM NOW ON

FEW MINUTES AGO

LOCATION:HQ

At HQ, there was a reporter from America interviewing a group of towns folk. They were talking about the fighting that was almost an common occurrence for them. This went on until the reporter saw movement. A group of teen soldieries were running towards a forested painted camo T-90 tank in a hanger supplied by the Russians. He then said goodbye to the towns folk and ran towards the children on the tank.

"Эй, что происходит?" (Hey, what's going on?) he said in Russian.

"Отряд попал в засаду," (A squad got ambushed,) he replied. "собирались помочь."(were going to help.) he said while getting strapped in.

"Могу ли я прийти?"(Can I come?) the reporter questioned. The boys stopped and looked at each other, then looked at the tank commander. He closed his eyes and sighed. A few seconds later, he then reopened his eyes and looked in the reporter's eyes

"Хватай жилет и спеши."(Grab a bullet proof vest and hurry) He said while sitting down in the tank. The reporter ran toward the armory, and returned with the vest, helmet on, and a camera rolling.

He got in the tank and with a little help got situated in a seat out of the way. They closed the hatch and proceeded to the gate. The gate guards saw them and opened the gate to let them through. The tank drove through, while a gunner in the tank turned to the radio connected to a stereo system and proceeded to turn on Sabaton Primo Victoria. The reporter looked at the guy, and he shrugged while taking his place by the 125 mm ammo for the tank.

The drive was mostly slightly except for the music blaring through the radio. The reporter recorded in a notebook a the drive and a solider taking a cigarette and lighting it. The reporter wasn't shocked; he saw multiple teen soldiers smoke. Along with gambling, drinking, fighting each other, and the occasional moments were pure stupidity over took them.

"Были здесь."(Were here) the driver said, and taking one last drag of smoke before putting it out. The solders inside were moving ammo into the tank and loading it. The reporter pulled out the camera, and started to record.

(1): Link in Bio

(2): Russian ain't my language, so excuse the mistakes if you do speak the language.