FIRST PERSON: NICK
The tank stopped a thitry meters behind us and started to unleash hell up through the trees. 125mm shells going into the trees and 12.7 mm machine gun bullets tore through both trees and flesh. The enemy combatants decided to run because they used all their rockets on my men and I before our reinforcements arrived. After the fighting subsided, and the last bullet fires, I saw an enemy running away. I raised my gun and shot his leg. My men quickly turning towards where I fired. They moved up and secured the enemy I shot. I gave the three guys to my left a nod, and they grabbed the guy and went farther into the forest. Screams quickly followed.
The tank opened its hatch opened and the commander stepped out. He looked around and whistled at the state the forest was and our looks. Sweat, mud, a lot blood, and the casualties we took. I lost around six out of fourteen of my men. Two dead, while the rest are wounded. Two would need a check up, and possible recover time, while the other two would need surgery in the next hour and a half or the chances of death rises. He saw me and walked towards me after jumping from the top of the tank. The soldiers secured the surrounding area and captured wounded enemy combatants that got left behind. Those that could walk we spared while those that cant get the bullet.
"Я слышала, что тебе нужна помощь, и приехала так быстро, как только смогла"(I heard you needed help, and I came as fast as I could) he said.
"Эй, Иван, спасибо, что пришли. Спас меня несколько моих людей и время. Приходите помочь с очистит, а что с репортером?"(Hey Ivan, thanks for coming. Saved me a few of my men and time coming. Come help with clean up, and what is with the reporter?) I questioned while sitting my AK-105 down next to me.
"У тебя есть босс." (You got it boss)He responded. "О репортеру. Он хотел прийти, и я позволила ему прокатиться с нами." (Oh the reporter. He wanted to come along, so I let him ride with us.) while pointing to the reporter on the tank getting help down by the gunner. I nodded and laughed along with the commander when he slipped into the mud. I shocked my head while still chuckling, and took out a cigarette along with the commander. I light mine and the commander's cigarette as well. Taking a drag of the cancer stick I stopped laughing and looked at the commander.
"Тебе нужно прокатиться?" (You need a ride?) he questioned, and I nodded and said thanks. While loading up and picking up our fallen comrades, the reporter asked if he could snap a photograph and an interview. I said sure, but the interview would have to wait seeing as we are still in a combat zone. We gathered around the tank, and took position with the prisoners kneeling at our feet. I was sitting on the tank with the cigarette in my mouth through the mask and my AK-105 strapped on my chest. He took the picture and we continued with loading up. Just then, a shot rang through the forest silencing the screaming. The three men I sent into the forest came out a little more bloody then they went in. They will report what they learned to me later when we arrive back to the village. While the rest of the prisoner's will be walking while being escorted in front of the tank with their hands up on their heads. I sat next to the barrel of the tank while the drive back to base. The reporter was asking me questions and other people of my squad at the time. When we got back to base, the prisoners were moved to the cells, and I off to my bed.
DREAM SCENE
RUSSIAN WILL BE IN ENGLISH
"Just save your voice. Extract will be here in a few minuets." a dead voice sounded out through the woods. The small figure said to the smaller silent child within his arms. She was laying on the ground being held close to the boy slowing drifting off. She laid on the floor looking at the figure above her.
"Can... I ask you a question?" her voice said out, cutting through the silencing the figure above her. He slowly nodded. "What...was I to you"
DREAM END
A knock to my door jerked me awake after a forty minute sleep period. I got up and walked to the door. I changed over eleven years I've been here. I'm a staggering 6'5 with a six pack showing to the outside world. I lost my baby fat for a more muscular form. Not too big, but more of a swimmers build. My blue eyes have lost its shine, my innocents, behind them. The brown hair of me has been cut to more of a military high and tight style. My body riddled with scars, from the occasional bullet or knife. Also on my arm's, two full sleeves of tattoo's that a villager did over the years. The left sleeve was full of crosses. Every cross is represented with the initials of the fallen comrade that have died under my command. The left was full of skulls, each one representing the number of people I have slaughtered. I made a note to add three skulls in the future, with an additional two crosses. Depending if the other two make it through the 'surgery'. Even with the laws regarding Russian aid, they still sent a doctor and equipment to do major surgeries and to teach a few of my men or women to be his aids.
Walking over to the door of my Spartan style room. I cracked my door to see a ten-year-old boy in uniform standing at attention.
"What do you want" I said tiredly shirtless and in my boxers.
"Sorry boss, but Alisa want's you in here office. Like, Yesterday." He saluted before returning to his post. I sighed and closed my door. A few seconds later, I walked out in full uniform fiddling with my mask tucking it in my shirt. In my shirt, there were my dog tags next to my cross. I walked out the barracks to Alisa's office. I walked in and knocked at her door waiting to be allowed in. I heard an enter, and I walked in.
"You wanted to see me sis." I said. Alisa was a small girl. Barely 4'9 and 17 year's old and a motherly type to a three year old child. Said child was in the corner of the room playing with his toys. She was in uniform, but instead of the mask, she wore a black scarf. She has blond hair, in a low pony tail, and bright green eyes. She, another person, and I were co-leaders to this little group of child solder's in this mountain village. She however, was the main leader. Scary when necessary, but caring to those she protects and leads.
"Yes, I did. The talks about joining the EU and the UN are on it's way but will take a few years to go through. Though this is not what I wanted to talk to you about. Russia is asking us, the Dire Wolves, about joining their military. Hidden of course because that will violate multiple U.N, E.U, and some Geneva Convention laws. So it will be an unofficial branch up until Vanko turns seventeen." She said while getting a bottle of water. Vanko was the youngest of the group at the age of seven, however, was limited to what he can do because he was seven. For now, he was a messenger until he is ten where he will be put in a guard post position near the wall around the village.
"That's good. Russia will benefit from joining them. We will talk to Russia when Osip returns from his mission in a couple of months. Thou I think that I'll leave it as is, and call it a night seeing as you interrupted my sleep." I said.
"Sorry for that." She apologies.
"It's fine."
"Well, that was all I wanted to talk about, so go get a good night sleep. In fact I'm done today so I'll join your idea of getting some sleep. Come along son, lets go home." Alisa said, walking around from her desk with her hand extended for her son. I followed them out and said goodbye to them. I walked back towards the barracks in the middle of the night, so the occasional patrol was all there was outside with me. Half way to my room, I started to take off my shirt. Opening the door, I stepped in and shut the door. The dark room greeted me like the sleep is greeting me now. I stripped to my boxers, and passed out as soon as my body hit the bed.