March 30, 1981
Moscow, USSR
Perseus Base
He didnt waste any time. The moment they landed, Anthony left the others behind and personally marched their captive friend to the interrogation room on the very last floor of the building.
Having already contaced one of their scientists while on the plane ride back, he was greeted by the woman on his way down the hallway.
"Dr. Golubev" he acknowledged her as he marched his prisoner towards interrogation.
"Commander Petrov." She replied. "I have the formula you requested, but I must warn you that we are still undergoing testing phases. And as of now must pateints haven't been able to be kept alive much longer than 75 seconds."
"You have the solution to match it?" He inquired, making sure his plan wouldn't fail.
"Yes, but even it can only do so much.." she was cut off when they reached the steel door to the interrogation room.
"Wait here." He told her. As he opened the door he shoved the prisoner forwards causing him to fall down. "Get up!" He said, snatching the blind fold off the agent's face. Anthony placed a firm grip on the collar of his uniform, picking the man up and forcing him into a metal chair.
"You have so much to tell me. And I will not waste another second of my time. So I will only ask once. What is this rebellion you help aid, and who leads it?" His tone was almost soothing but his firery eyes said otherwise.
"This rebellion... will hunt down every single one of you and your men, and take your place to put an end to your insanities. Theres nothing else you need to know. Its simple as that!" The agent spat, confident in his ability to stay quiet.
Anthony chuckled. "You put too much faith in your ability to hide what you know." He turned around and stepped outside to meet with the woman he left waiting.
"Hand me the formula." He said reaching for it.
"Don't forget the solution, she said handing it over as well. And like I stated before, the solution is only in its early testing stages so-''
"Doctor, you make the substances and pray that they are effective as you claim them to be, I will see the side effects for myself." He said firmly. "You two, gaurds, with me." He ordered to two of the men standing in the hallway.
The concrete room was cold and dimly lit by one white light in the ceiling. Anthony sat the substances on the metal table as one of them men restrained the prisoner's legs and hands to the seat. He stood in front of the man with a syringe filled with a red liquid, prepped and ready to go. "Once this enters your body you only have 75 seconds before you meet your demise. According to my team, not any subjects have been able to successfully withstand such a process." He could begin the see fear slowly make its way onto the man's face as he looked up at his inttergator. "But, if you do as I ask.." he picked up a seperate syringe, one filled with a clear liquid, "this is all yours and you get to keep your life."
"We can't arrange some things!?" The man began to plead.
"It is too late for that, you have done this yourself." Anthony said peircing the needle through the agent's neck. "Your skin is on fire, a flame so hot it nearly melted bone." He said testing the formula the doctor gave him.
The man began to let out shreiks of pain as he squired around in his seat. "Please!" He screamed.
"The fire was quickly put out by water and the your pain and suffering paused, going away." The captive stopped squirming, letting out heavy breaths.
"After the nukes, America needed better allies, and it just so happened that... there was a small Russian group who opposed you as we do. So we decided to help each other out!"
"There is a leader, who is she!" He demanded .
"Iv already told you everything! Please, it feels like my body is about to snap!"
"Liar! If you want this then you will tell me more!"
"No!"
"It appears as tiny insects and spiders have found their way into your own head. They're scratching at your eyes, how painful it must be." He added a suggestive tone as he motioned for his men to release the retraints.
The agent quickly fell to the floor, his eyes now bleeding because of the suggestive liquid flowing through his body. Anthony realized they had less than thirty seconds now.
"What is her name!" He said leaning down over the man gripping his collar and forcing them to be face to face.
"They called her by an initial! P! The CIA wouldn't even tell me! The place where I was stationed at, its in Miami! Thats all I know I swear!" A mixture of blood and tears were streaming from his face. He could tell the man was telling the truth.
Looking over to his men they grabbed the syringe and tossed it in front of the man's face. "As I promised you." Anthony said, watching the captive frantically searching the floor for the liquid with his hands, blood and tears obstructing his view.
"It is cruel to leave an animal suffering." He said pulling out his pistol and firing a shot. "Clean it up." He told the two men as he left the room.
June 1, 1981
Moscow, USSR
Perseus Base
After checking up on the intel they found on their last mission, it was revealed to them that there was a base in Miami just as their prisoner had already stated.
"The two groups have been conversing with one another for a few weeks now." Anthony said over to Stitch, who had been called to the large meeting room.
"We found recipts, tell me, what all have they been able to purchase." Stitch inquired.
"If they were able to purchase multiple death machines on top of other neccessities then theres a good chance that the CIA may be funding them."
"For intel."
"Yes. I sent a team to infiltrate their base in Miami. They'll be oblivious to it. With sattalite images it doesn't look to be very big. It wouldn't even fit half of our own military."
"Perseus will want to know about this."
"Later today we will greet himwhen he arrives for a short visit. We will tell him then."
Sticth scoffed at the fact that his partner always got news before anyone else within Perseus. In his eyes the younger man was simply hand picked and had the priveldge to have his rank handed to him while Sitch had worked years off his life to establish such a reputation only to have an oppurtunity snatched away by a child.
"Work harder and I'm sure Perseus will take great interest in you too." Anthony said, acknowledging how his partner felt.
"Soon leadership will shift, so be careful what you say. Because I can garuntee that I will never grant you mercy." Stitch said feircly grabbing the other man's arm as he was about to leave.
"I'll be sure to let you rot with the Americans when that change comes." He said releasing him self of the firm grip on his forearm.
With some time to spare before Perseus' arrival he decided to let curiosity rule as he began to wonder about the mission that formed the distain Stitch had for him. His clearence to the entire base earned allowed him into a large room with many fileing drawers, all full of mission reports from every single mission ever run since the debut of Perseus as a faction. Each were labeled with a year in the very front of the drawer. He stopped until he found the label that felt so familiar.
"'69..." he uttered. Opening the drawer, it was filled with vanilla folders each labeled with every month of the year in order. His fingers ran across many folders when the month of August piqued his interest. He opened the folder that conatained many details of a hostage rescue that Stitch had ran along side a man with a name of Kapano Vang. He put the folder back in its place and kept scanning until he grabbed the folder labeled November.
He was a bit stunned to find military photos of his own person. He read over the file, it fillling in small gaps he had wondered about. As it read:
Mission Report: November 15, 1969
Oxford, England
Anthony Petrov
Vikhor "Stitch" Kuzmin
Perseus had given clear orders to Commander Kuzmin to lead his squad to eleminate the three American agents who nearly fled away with intel, vital to the future of Perseus. As Kuzmin and his men snuch their way into the airport them aligned them selves in formation and fired as Stitch ordered them to fire. As Kuzmin and his three other men( not inlcudinf Petrov) took cover he was blinded with a flashbang, allowing an enemy to nearly kill him as he was shot in the chest. Yet another heroic action performed bu Perseus' new recruit, Petrov shot the enemy down, saving his commander. Dragging him off to the side, it has been reported that Petrov then assumed the leading postion as they charged forwards finishing off the last remaining American. There were reportedly no casualties except one which was done by Petrov's hand himself. Upon further examination and research it appears this civilian was at the time employed by MI-6, who had been a high wanted target on Perseus' radar. He was later to be identified as Thomas B. Park, one of MI-6's most valuable agents having been responsible for many of Perseus' setbacks. Following the mission, it was successfully branded an IRA terroist attack. With having successfully delt with two tasks at once Petrov is to be immidiatly promoted by Perseus himself and shall serve alongside our founder.
He kept staring at the papers, recalling everything that had happened. Looking at the small portrait of himself attached to the file, he noticed how he still had that small scar beside his right eye. He looked younger but not by much.
Flipping to the page behind the report he found profiles for every man who had been on the mission. Reading his gave him a much clearer picture of his past and helped refreshed his hazy past.
He was suprised to know that he was only of thirty years. The profile he was given from the CIA put him to be just a few years behind Adler. Reveiwing his profile, his real profile, he wouldn't have even been old enough to fight in the war. Although he was only a year short from being enrolled into the ranks of the Red Army, it wasn't but a year later that he was tasked to serve under Stitch's command for this mission.
"Petrov, get up here! Perseus will be arriving shortly." Stitch said irritably into the radio.
"Copy." He was too intrigued with this file to even think about throwing an insult at his partner.
After dropping the file off in his quarters he made haste to greet Perseus for arrival.
"You're late." Stitch said over his shoulder as Anthony arrived.
"I'v got nothing to sweat about he's not even here yet. Your just looking for another reason to sweep me underneath the bus." He said standing by his side, keeping his attention forward towards the main gate.
"Your damn right that I'll find a reason to have you rid of! Your nothing but Perseus' shadow. The moment you slip up, I'll be there." Stitch snapped.
"Don't be jelous comrade. When Perseus' hands me the mantle I'll be sure to let you choose the training drills each day." He replied trying to make Stitch tick even more as he smiled.
Stitch repayed him with a swift strike to nose. Anthony gathered his balance, ready to throw the next punch. However Perseus' transport arrived just in time.
As the man himself got out of the vehicle, he stepped forward greeting the two men as the vehicle pulled away.
"Comerades!" Perseus said cheerfully. He shook Stitch's hand, then turned to Anthony. "Rough day today?" He asked shaking his hand.
"Uh.." he said as Perseus began to stroll along forgetting the matter. As he and Stitch walked alongside the man, did Anthony reach to feel the trickeling of blood coming from his nose. He wiped away what he could, deciding to handle it later.
"Come, we have much to discuss." Perseus said to them.
Authors Note: Any star wars fans, I put up a new post on my profile on Wattpadd, go check it out, I'd enjoy some feedback. And feel free to go read the new chapter I posted on my other story. Thanks to all who read these!
