March 29, 1981
Moscow, USSR
Perseus Base
After they arrived to the base, Anthony had managed to change into a uniform for the more, warmer weather. Being that they were infiltrating the airstrip at night he would need to be dawned in darker clothing anyways. Dressed in black sleeves and pants , he put on a black leather vest to cover it. After lacing up his boots, he put on his black leather gloves and attached his half face covering to complete his look.
Going to the lower levels of the building, he met Stitch in the debreifing room, waiting for the other twelve soldiers that would join them on this mission.
"Everyone listen up." Anthony spoke to the men. "Our objective is to stop this small band of opposing rebels. If they wish to tear us down then they will suffer the repercusions of their actions." He said coldly.
"Two men will infiltrate the tower, here, we'll need launchers to destroy the plane. The rest of us will form up in offensive postitions and close them in." Stitch explained. "Kill anything and everything that moves, we leave no survivors."
Anthony shot his partner daggers. How stupid could Stitch really be to not leave survivors. Any leads they may have to even more rebels would prove useful.
"Yes sir!" The soldiers replied to Stitch
"Dismissed." Anthony ordered. He waited for all the men to leave before talking to Stitch. "What were you thinking? Shooting their higher ups on the spot? They could prove themselves useful for even the slightest details, perhaps insight to help us avoid problems that may be small now but could have the potential to become much larger."
"How could you be so foolish to beleive they would ever give up the intel you want. They would die before telling you the time of day."
"We'll see about that." He stormed off, towards the armory. Anthony was growing tired of his partner and he knew the feeling was mutual.
He picked up one of his personal favorite weapons, the LC10. In his opinion is was a fairly well rounded gun. After placing some attachments on it, he made sure his Redeemer pistol was still by his side as he gathered more ammo for its small mag. Picking up some throwing axes and smetexs, he put clipped some flashbangs to his belt, ready to go.
It wasnt long until he and Stitch rounded up their men and boarded a military plane, loaded with vehicles. The ride was quiet, as expected. They were about to stomp out the rising flames of rebellious actions, this he knew. What he didn't understand is why something so small and insignificant was tasked upon him. Surely this job simply could have been handed to anyone else within the Perseus ranks. He would have expected to be eleminating CIA spies and exposing their plans. Why Perseus assigned specifically him for this mission, was something that gnawed at the back of his mind.
Once off the plane they boarded their vehicles and stopped just short of the airstrip, where they took their formations.
"Wait for their signal." Anthony said over comms to his men on the ground. As he gave his two men in the tower a moment to clear through to the top, he observed the trading between the to allies in front of him.
There were men and women boarding shipments into the back of a plane from three vans. Some looked to be supplies such as ammunitions, food, weapons, and gear. However one weapon stood out the most.
"Courtesy of the CIA!" One rebel said cheerfully as he loaded the death machine into the plane. Once they were finished loading up the plane, a rebel handed over a file to one of their allies.
"Just as we agreed on." The rebel said, handing over the file. Anthony quickly grabbed for a pair of binoculors, observing the two. The rebel sported an army green long sleeve and pants, along with a blood red balaclava and small shoulder cape, which Anthony observed to have a small insignia on it.
"The CIA gives it's thanks. We'll meet again in three months." The soldier said
"Perhaps we underestimated their importance." He said over to Stitch, both of them eyeing the sight before them.
"Comerades, what is the hold up? They're about to takeoff!" Anthony said harshly over the comms.
"We're almost there, in a bit of a hold up." One of them responded, the sounds of gunfire coming through the radio.
"We're not waiting for them." He said to his partner who was also discouraged by the inconvienance.
"Open fire!" He said aloud. As the rebels took cover, behind the small crates left, Anthony and Stitch led the team to enclose the enemies. Taking cover, he noticed the plane starting its engines.
"Red team, take out that plane, now!" He said to his men in the tower.
"Roger!" They replied. Seconds later he saw the rockets being laucnhed into the sides of the plane. The explosions created a ringing noise in everyones ears, but to him the sight was magnificant.
Taking out most of the rebels the gunfire began to die out. He watched as Stitch finished off one of the enemies as he tossed a molotov, the screams finally came to a stop as the flaming body collapsed. Anthony came across an injured enemy, slowly bleeding out. He kneeled down to his side, ripping of the insignia off the mans sleeve.
"What can you tell me about this?" His tone almost soothing. He waited as he got no response.
Taking out his knife he got stabbed it into the rebels arm, leaving it there as the man cried out in pain. "There it is." he said with a sinister smile underneath half the mask he wore. "This band of rebels, it stretches farther than just Russia doesn't it?" The man shook his head, with clenched teeth and tears begining to form. "Tell me what does this mean to you?" He asked the man, holding up the symbol.
"Everything!" He responded, clearly passionate about the cause he served.
"Devotion, that is something that your people must admire about you. I'll be sure to ask them when I slaughter them myself." His eyes grew angry and as he stood up he motioned for his men to finish the traitor. He grabbed his knife and placed back at his side.
"Stitch, take some of the men with you, sweep the plane for any remaining enemies, I want the CIA agent and rebel leader alive. And no disintergrations." He directed.
"I don't take orders from you!" He replied getting up in the reletively younger mans face.
"You will do as I ask. You know who we report to, so you can explain to him yourself why we let a significant lead out of our grasp! You'll be a deadman walking." He spoke sternly.
Stitch narrowed his eyes and huffed in response. "On me!" He ordered some of the men.
"The rest of you, are with me." Anthony ordered. "Search the vehicles, I want any files, recepts, radios, anything you can find. The Rebels have aligned themselves with the CIA and I want to know how and why! He demanded.
After moments of his men searching he scanned over some of the bodies, looking for anything useful. As he approached one he found a casset tape on their belt, as he took it he tried to find the label on it, until he realized its owner never wrote one on.
"Sir, we searched all the vehicles but found no survivors, but we did find a few files and a radio set to a frequency with whats most likely incoded messages." One of his men said.
"Load up your findings into one of our vehicles." He responded as the man nodded. "The rest of you, search that tower until you tear its foundations apart, I want them alive!" He grew frustrated. He knew that the two main characters he saw conversing with one another were not yet killed. Just as the first shot was fired he saw them begin to retreat, however the plane obstructed his view as he lost sight to them.
They searched for a few moments within the tower before one of his men called for him over comms.
"You found him?" He asked as the soldier walked by his side, leading him to their findings. "One of them sir, the masked one that is. He appears to be in good condition apart from a broken leg, but we restrained him." He didn't respond to the man as he caught sight of the masked survivor, hands behind his back as his face was being forced into the ground.
"Release him." His men let their firm grip off of the man who sat himself upright against the wall. Anthony planted his knee down beside him, getting eye level with him.
"So, I assume you orcistrated this operation."
"You could say that." The man chuchled through heavy breathing.
"You and your allies strive to see us fail, why? We have brought expansion to the Soviet Union and you turn your heads away from our gracious gift."
"A gift? You never even ask some of these countries if they wanted to be a part of your union. They're forced to, and for what? You killed innocents and called it glory to the Soviet Union, only to blame it on America. Perseus... your all insane." The man said through groans of pain.
"Traitor!" He began to grow impatient with the man as he tossed his knife into his shoulder. "I risk everything to gift this Union power, glory and expansion. But its people like yourself... so ungrateful!" He began to pace from side to side not loosing contact with the mans eyes.
"Leave us!" He grumbled to his men. When he heard the door shut behind him he removed the mans balaclava only to be reimmeresed into his younger years.
"Aliester Kirk Kuznetsov." He said simply as he removed his own mask with a sinkster smirk.
"Your... alive." Kirk said, almost as if he'd seen a ghost. "Why?" His eyes began to turn red as tears started to form.
"Why what?" He kneeled back down staring into his childhood freind's eyes. "Why did I turn out to be ome of the most powerful men within the one thing you hate the most? Because it didn't have to be this way. You could have joined along my side hears ago, even now if you'd like."
"Your mental if you think I'd ever fight along side you and the rest of those animals!" Kirk spat. "You... your supposed to be dead! They told me your body was found during debris from the attack." His freind's expression became confused and saddened.
"Well... they lied." Anthony smiled. "But lets not digress into the past." He pulled the emblem he ripped from thendead corpse out of his pocket and held it up in front of Kirk's face. "What does this mean to you, tell me what it is."
"It stands for hope. One day all of this... your Soviet Union will collapse. You will fail, and the remaining enemies will be hunted down and killed. So kill me right now, because I'm not telling anyone anything, not even for you!"
"You know tonight I had the pleasure of slaughtering all your brothers and sisters. And I came to realize that most of them were cowards. When I put this... blade" he reached for his knife, still stuck in Kirk's shoulder, snatching it out. "to their mouths, they showed me who they really were. Only one of them managed the courage to die without much of a scream. They rest I killed, they pleaded with me."
"Their deaths will not be for nothing. She will make sure of that!" Kirk hissed.
"I will admit, it was nice to see you again friend. But I have no need for you anymore. I can see that you have branded yourselves ungrateful cowards, traitors to the Soviet Union. So you will die like one." He stood up, taking his Redeemer from its holster and shooting a bullet into Kirk's knee. The man barely let out a whipmer, trying to show courage.
"For New Russia..." he mumbled as his friend finally placed a last bullet into his skull.
Anthony searched the body for anything that could be useful when he came across a peice of folded paper. Deciding to read it later, he folded it back up and placed it into his own pocket. Returning his weapon to his side, he stared at the corpse.
"Thank you..." he whispered. "Stitch come in, meet hs back at the vehicles. Did you find anything useful?" He asked over comms.
"Found the CIA agent you were looking for, he's crtically injured. I'll meet you back at the vehicles." Stich responded, causing the room to return to silence.
He turned around and opened the door to find his men standing by the door. "The jobs done, lets move out." He said leading them.
While they were riding back on the plane something bugged him about the way Kirk had reffered to, what he assumed to be a higher up, as "she". Whoever she was, was someone he took great interest in finding. Perhaps after reveiwing all their evidence and chatting with the new prisoner they had, then his vision would be much more clear in this. Once they figured everything out he knew they would squash this little uprising once and for all and they could proceed with Perseus' expansion.
Authors Note: If you havent already, feel free to check out the latest update to my other story, I'll probably end up doing a story about that alternate timeline. Leave your thoughts and reviews of everything so far if you'd like!
