The Snowman

Part 2:

Knights of the Apocalypse



The three apocalypse tanks slowly edged nearer and nearer towards the allied base. Had the Soviets found their base or are these tanks simply scouting the area?

"I mean it don't tell anyone!" I told the scientist.

"OK, I'll keep it a secret", he replied to me.

"What's your name, anyway?" I asked.

"Ray. Ray Phelps. You?" he asked me.

"Chris", I told him.

"Look. Just wait here. I won't be long", I instructed Phelps.

I ran off down through the main lab and went to the lift. I pushed the button labelled "G" for the ground floor.

"Come on, hurry up", I said to myself.

This could be my moment I was thinking. I can show those macho assholes back at the barracks. Yet, I was scared. These aren't just any tanks. These are apocalypse tanks. A war in a can. That's what the Soviets call it. They need a bit more originality with their nicknames.

The lift made a ding like sound and the doors slid open. I quickly got and pushed the button for the ground floor.

I took my rifle off my shoulder. An M16 assault rifle with a 30 round magazine. Special custom edition. For us SEALs. I pulled out the magazine, which was half-empty and slapped in another. I pulled back on the lever. Loaded. I put it back on my shoulder using the strap.

I opened a pouch on my belt and pulled out a heavy metal and plastic pack. I took off the protective casing. A C4 explosive bomb. I did this with the other five I had and clipped them individually onto my belt. I took my desert eagle magnum out of its holster, replaced the clip and put it back into the holster. I was ready.

The lift came to a stop and the doors slid open.

I ran out of the front door, holding my rifle in my hands. I ran over to a power plant. They sometimes heat proof suits inside when repairs need to be done. I need one right about now.

I crept in through the door. No one here. They must be in the barracks. Next to the door was a coat hook. On it was a heatproof suit. Just what I needed. I took off my weapons and placed them on the floor. I unzipped the suit and climbed into it and put on the helmet. This plan has to work. I know it. I grabbed my weapons and exited the building. I ran over to the front post.

"Everyone hide!" I shouted.

They all obeyed.

I went over to one of the perimeter prism towers. There was only this one nearby on this post as building of these has been slow.

I opened the side of. As I thought. Tools...and a shovel. Perfect!

A started digging into the snow.

When it was deep enough to hide me I jumped in and covered myself. The heat proof suit carries a small tank of oxygen so it should last about 20 minutes. I stuck my binoculars through the snow slightly so I could see the tanks ahead.

The tanks were getting closer and closer. They were now about 300 metres away. Now 100 metres and getting closer. I struggled to pull out a C4 but I just managed. The tank was 20 metres away. The GIs on patrol that were hidden could probably see this but they knew I had a plan. The tank was now about to be right over me. Perfect. I got out of the pit and was under the tank. I attached the C4 to the bottem of the tank. I quickly crawled out, crawled under another attached another C4, then quickly crawled to the other one. I attached one to this one.

"Run!", I screamed.

I got out from under the last tank, fear clutching my every move. I jumped behind one of the ore silos and pushed on the detonater.

The tanks exploded with a mighty bang.

I took off the helmet and quickly climbed out of the suit. I loaded my rifle and went over to the wreckages. One of them opened up. I dashed over and hit the man over the head with my gun. I held the barrel into the cockpit and held down the trigger. The conscripts blood sprayed upwards.

"Yes!", I screamed.

"I did it. I got him good", I shouted out loud.

But inside I felt terrible. I just killed a man in cold blood, whilst he was unconscience.

This is bound to get me a promotion.

Yep, I'm an Elite Soldier. Probably one of the highest ranks in this army. I'm currently out in the field with a sniper. We have a Jeep and we are currently scouting the area. There are many pairs like us roaming around, seeing if the Soviets are coming. We only starting doing this after the tank incident.

This sniper is British. I don't care what anyone says. These guys are the best at what they do. I know it sounds horrible and evil but these guys are the best at killing people.

When out in the field we have to leave the Jeeps about a hundred metres behind us, because we don't want them to see us.

"Hey Chris", whispered the sniper.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"What is it?"

"Enemy soldiers", he whispered.

"How many?" I asked whilst removing my Desert Eagle from it's holster.

We are in very rocky terrain so we must be careful, but luckily for us we can see them but they can't see us, well yet anyway.

"There's twelve of them" he replied.

"They're mine" he whispered.

He starting shooting them down. He done it with grace and precision. Firing, then sliding the bolt back and forth, reloading the gun.

I jumped up and shot one in the head sending him flying backwards.

"Stop!" shouted the remaining with a Russian accent.

"Fuck it, he's gonna die!" I shouted.

I fired but he jumped out of the way.

"Please, no!" he pleaded with us. He was holding his hands up high.

"We'll take him in" said the sniper.

"You're fucking crazy. We got to kill him" I shouted.

"No. It's wrong" he told me.

"OK. You win" I said.

I ran over to him but as I did a gun shot went off. I hit the ground. I looked next to me. Then I looked at the sniper. The conscript was lying on the floor blood seeping from his leg.

"So he don't run away!" the sniper shouted.

We went over to get him. Picked him up and carried him over to the jeep.

We threw him in the back and he fell unconscience.

"Come on lets get him back" I said.

PART 3 COMING SOON! - THE INTERROGATION