March 30, 1981
Perseus Base
USSR, Moscow
"So what do you two have for me?" Perseus asked taking a seat at the large table in his office.
"Our mission report, about those rebels and their operation." Anthony stated, shutting the door to the large room.
The two men explained everything to Perseus as the older man listened.
"And what became of the intel?" he asked
"Our men found it in the possesion of the CIA agent. We took care of it." Stitch replied noticing his partner still wiping at his nose.
"Well if the CIA is aiding traitors within our own country, then we can assume that their message is spreading quickly. Otherwise their supplies never would have made it past our borders." Perseus began stroking at his chin.
"Just as I began to suspect." Anthony agreed, the blood finally coming to a pause. "I sent men to investigate the Miami outpost given to us by the CIA captive. They returned yesterday and were debreifed immidiatly. The base was found empty however in the smallest room four of our men activated a wire and the door shut cutting the four off from the rest. One of them told me that within seconds, flames rose behind the door and screams soon followed it. The four died and if there was any useful intel within that room its disintergrated."
"The Americans are foolish in their tactics. Their country is falling apart yet they send aid to our own who oppose us." Stitch spoke up. "They have been at this for at least a few weeks to a month, theres no telling what intel these rebels have leaked."
"We may not, but we can test their knowledge. Draw them out, crush them while we still have the larger numbers. Perhaps to this very room." Perseus straightened himself up in his seat.
"Your suggesting we bait them here? Beneath this very roof? We are in the heart of Moscow!" Stitch began to raise his voice slightly.
"It is not wise to question the tactics of the man who gave you everything. Because I don't beleive you were ever to fond of that Gulag." Anthony's tone was significantly lower and calmer that Stitch's. Having read the man's profile, he knew he had poked a nerve.
Stitch shot the younger man a stare. The tension remained there as he stayed quiet, realizing his actions could jepordize everything he was working for.
"Enough," Perseus placed his hands on the table, breaking the silent tension. "comrade Petrov is right Kuzmin, I brought you here for a reason. Don't make me reconsider my options." He galred over at the angry man.
"My apologies, sir." Stitch said, gathering enough strength to show his regret.
"It is settled then, we draw them here, and put an end to their treason."
"Yes sir." They both agreed.
A few hours had passed when their plan was all laid out.
"Prep your gear and men, in the meantime I will alert everyone else to travel to Verdansk, our files and documents will be safe there." Perseus turned off the projector and began making his way to the door to allow the two men out of his office.
"Understood." Anthony responded. He waited until Perseus shut the door behind them to speak to his partner.
"You prep the men, I'll send out the messages." He said to his right.
"No, I will send out the messages, you go and prep the men." Stitch said firmly. "Wouldn't want a child messing up the frequencies." He scoffed.
Anthony didn't even bother to respond, by now he was begining to get used to the other man's comments.
As Stitch walked away he wandered the halls, making sure nobody was following him before he sent out the fake messages he was supposed to.
"Ah Comrade, what can I do for you?" The man at the radio station said politely.
"Didn't you hear? Everyone is to leave their stations immidiatly and report to the main floor." Stitch said.
"Of course, yes sir." The man replied, not even asking a question.
Adjusting the frequencies on the station he used it to send out the encrypted messages to lure their enemies to their location. However he didn't stop there. Continuing the plan he had in mind, he tuned the radio to a seperate frequency.
"Come in Outpost 5." Stitch said, not taking his eyes off the door to the room.
"Outpost 5, Stitch correct?" A woman replied on the other side.
"Yes, ready your soldiers, you will need them. They are planning to lure you out. The man I want you to eleminate, he will be wearing a long dark green coat. He stands out from the rest, the other will follow beside him, keep him alive. The other, kill on sight. Third floor, second window. And I want that intel from the Americans, I expect you to have it soon." He said with a firm grip on the mike.
"You must be patient for that, the CIA have their hands full. A small request such as that raises attention plus its the least of their worries right now."
"You were able to make it this far, figure it out!" He said harshly, turning the radio off.
"Once the first wave begins fire, follow in behind and thats when you will catch them off gaurd and ambush them. These traitors will be no more but dust under the rug. Is that understood?" Anthony said closing up the debreifing of all the men.
"Yes sir!" The shouted.
"Good, now get to your squads. They will be expected within the hour."
He was ready to put this uprising to rest. If it spread much more than this movement would become a civil war within their own country. A war such as that would give many reasons for countries to resist annexation. Then again, they were powerful enough as a world power to force them. If they resisted they would make themselves examples upon many.
As evening went, night came. The three men met in the same room they had earlier, sitting and waiting for the first shot to be fired. When the rebels were to come from the front side of the building, north, that is where the gunfire was to begin. With men surrounding the permimeter of the base, they were to sure to win this.
All the lights were on within the base to give it a live look. The room was silent as they waited for their radio to make noise. Anthony propped his feet up onto the table with his LC-10 in his lap and his Magnum pistol in its holster. It seemed like hours had gone buy when Anthony's radio broke the silence.
"Enemies spotted approaching from the north." One soldier said over the comms. "About fifteen total."
"Fire, when ready soldier." Anthony responded looking at the others in the room. Seconds later the rumblings of gunfire began and bodies began to collapse.
"Enemies coming from the south! Looks to be nearly 60 more reinforcements!"
"Get away from the windows!" Anthony shouted.
"Get low." Stitch said.
As the two men gaurded the door on their bellies, Perseus laid on the floor under the giant table, weapon in hand.
"They're starting to pick us off!" He heard one of his men shout into the comms as gunfire followed.
"Wave 2 proceed with caution, now! Enemies coming from the south, we need backup." Perseus said into his own radio.
"Theres no reason for them to come from south, they would have needed to have gotten past our frontline security." Anthony said, a bit confused.
With our best men coming from that station and being placed here it weakens the frontlines. As to how these rebels would have known such a thing seemed odd to him.
"Perhaps the intel they possess made them aware of such things." Stitch said brushing the idea away.
"We're out gunned! Help-'' the man was cut off as a scream shortly followed over the comms.
"Wave 2 get here now!" Anthont said harshly
"We're being ambushed! We're picking them off but your going to have to hold out for the time being." The soldier responded over firing bullets.
Within moments the lights cut out and the entire building seemed lifeless. "They've gotten past our defenses." Stich said, firm grip on his shotgun.
"Quiet!" His partner said, as they all heard footsteps below them.
"Keep checking, they are here." The voice of a woman said.
The creaking of wood paused and the footsteps stopped. Anthony could hear his heart beat, ready to fire his weapon.
The silence was broken when bullets were being shot up from the floor below them, penetrating the wood and nearly killing Perseus.
"This way!" Stitch shouted, opening the door to the hallway.
"They will be expecting us from the stairs, if we want to get the jump on them then we need to take the elevator." He said making his way towards the elevator.
"We will need to take the shaft, help me open the door!" He said over to Anthony.
Prying the doors open Perseus was first to make his way down the dark shaft when Stitch had insisted that he make his way down first. The drop below wasn't as far down as it looked.
As Stitch began climbing down so did Anthony with Perseus following behind. Making it down to the bottom Stitch jumped down first while the others were still climbing down. Suddenly the teo doors to the bottom were slammed shut and the two heard a few quick bullets fired and the sound of someones gun crashing against Stitch's now unconscious body.
Anthony signaled the other man above him to quickly climb back up, telling him it wasn't safe. "They've got Kuzmin." He said as Perseus helped him back to his feet as he climbed out of the shaft.
"We're sitting ducks Petrov we have to move." He said making his way to a nearby window.
"No, if they knew we were coming down the shaft then they will expect us to somehow ambush them. We need to watch the stairs, our reinforcements will arrive shortly."
"Very well then." Perseus said getting next to the wall eyes focused in on the stairs in front of them.
The sudden noise of breaking glass caught their attention when they saw teo canistarts lay in front of them as it began releasing the grey white clouds. "Tear gas!" Anthony shouted to Perseus who already had equipped his own mask. He began to panick as he could feel his lungs becoming irritated.
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