Thanks Master Of The Phoenix and Victory March (00! Sweden! What a coincidence) For my first reviews, and thank again MOTP for the CO's, they will appear in future chapters. Remember, all CO's and characters I get will BE IN THE STORY, in one way or the other.

Well, here's chapter 2, enjoy!

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-The Heart Of Snow-

Chapter 2: Prisoner

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Olaf was awoken by the sound of a steel door opening.

He opened his eyes, and found himself lying on a bed in cell with three greypainted walls and a massive steel door.

His back hurted, and he noticed that he had a bloody bandage around his right arm. His gun had been taken, and so had his hat. At least he still got his uniform on him.

Two soldiers and an officer entered the room.

"Come with us", the officer said, and the two soldier grabbed Olaf and helped him out of the bed.

"I can walk on my own" Olaf muttered, and they released their grip. The pain in his right arm was intense, and he did his best to hide that it hurted.

They went out in a corridor, and Olaf could see several other steel doors just like his.

He wondered if Colin was in one of them, but he didn't have the time to think more about it.

Flanked by the two soldiers, and with the officer walking slowly in front of him, they soon reached a gigantic room, with maybe a hundred cells in various sizes.

They had no steel doors, but rusty ironbars, and behind them sat Blue Moon soldiers, still wearing dirty blue uniforms. Some of them were wounded, others just sat and stared on the ironbars.

Most of them still tried to maintain a good mood, and they saluted Olaf when he came walking through the room, which was maybe 150 meters long, and with two floors of cells.

"Here's your army, commander" The officer said proudly without turning around. "221 prisoners."

221? Olaf thought as they moved forward in a slow pace. I had 13 500 men at Raftel. Where's the rest of them? And where's Colin? I bet they are holding him in one of the other cells...

"Step in here" The officer said and led Olaf into a large elevator. He pressed the up button, and as the elevator slowly began its movement towards the higher floors, the two soldiers placed themself against the wall, holding a close eye on Olaf.

Yeah right... He thought and sighed as he scratched his head. He felt naked without his hat. I'm past fifty. I could barely bring one of them on his knees...

"Follow me, commander" The officer said, and they went out of the elevator into a wide corridor.

They walked to the end of it, and the officer slowly pushed the double tree doors open, and led Olaf in.

The two soldiers waited outside.

The light in the room was dark, and it took a while for Olaf's old eyes to adjust to it.

"Welcome, Olaf" Someone said, sitting behind a beatiful wooden desk, spinning his chair round and round. "My name is Jasper. Prison commander."

"And I'm not happy to meet you" Olaf muttered, and sat down in the chair in front of the desk. The officer had placed himself with his back against the door.

"Yes, yes, yes, Olaf. Morgan had expected more out of you" Jasper said, and suddenly Olaf could see him in full light. He had long, black hair, perfectly combed and partly covered under an officer-cap. He had crystal blue eyes, and a sharp nose. He smiled coldly.

"What do you mean?"

You were rumored to be quite a CO, Olaf. Morgan thought, and hoped, that you would last more than 27 days. Now, it's only a matter of time before the rest of Blue Moon falls into our hands."

"Grit will never be defeated!" Olaf snapped and punched his fist in the table. Jasper didn't even blink.

"Watch the table, old man. I can assure you, that he will be defeated, no, crushed. Simon's army is on its way towards him. They shouldn't need more than ten days to finish him off. And if Grit should managed to hold Simon back...Hehe... No one can defeat Morgan."

Olaf didn't answer. His eyes were wandering around the room. The walls was undecorated, except for a gigantic world map and a picture of Jasper when he was younger.

"So, how do you like the prison? Any complaints?"

"No, but two questions." Olaf leaned forward. "Where is Colin? And where is the rest of my army?"

"You have no army left, Olaf." Jasper said and smiled. Olaf felt a strong urge to punch him in the face. "You lost over 12 000 men at Raftel."

"The officer told me that it was 221 prisoners here. Where's the other 1200?"

"They were here."

"Were?! Where are they now?" Olaf got up from the chair.

"Dead."

"Dead?! What about Colin?!" Olaf was forced to sit down, because of an intense pain in his back.

"Oh, Colin is alive. For now."

"For now?"

"Come with me, Olaf." Jasper got up from the chair. "You and I are going to expect the... executions."

"Executions?!"

"Yes, you heard me. Watch the heart, old man. Now, let's go. Don't forget your hat."

Jasper took out Olaf's hat from the shelf behind the desk and handed it to him.

"You'll need it if you want to cover your eyes." He said and smiled, as the officer opened the doors. "Our executions tend to be... quite bloody, I'm afraid."

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"Commander Grit!" Someone yelled, and Grit lifted his head from the map, which was covered with red lines and dots. "The enemy is here!"

"Already?!" Grit gasped and grabbed his hat and his gun. "They were four days from here!"

"But they are here now, commander. What should we do? According to the Recons, it's at least 20 000 men plus over 6000 tanks."

Grit thought for a moment. He had 25 000 men under his command, and a reserve army of 10 000 new recruits further up north.

"Mobilize the troops, captain." He said and took on his coat. "How's the artillery status?"

"The positions you chose are good, commander. They are awaiting orders."

Grit went out of the tent. He stopped, turned around and put a finger in the captains chest.

"Tell them to fire at anything that moves" He said sharply. "Anything! I want all our tank divisions ready, and fueled. Call the garrisson in Bathen and tell them that we need all the aircrafts they have. I want the bombers to drop all the bombs they have on the enemy's tanks. Our Rockets will take out the Infantry. Do it now, and hurry."

"Yes sir."

Don't forget to pray, Grit thought, and went to inspect his units. They are going to need it.

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Well, there ya go. Chapter 3 on sunday perhaps... Review!