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Operation: Red Bear

Russian Spetsnaz: Sergeant Petr Ivanov

01 07 2018

0639 Hours

Royal Woods, Michigan

Ivanov spoke to his radio, "We are closing in on the target."

"How far," the voice on the radio asked.

"Mere yards sir."

"Do not fail your mission comrade."

"Of course sir."

Ivanov then retucked his radio into the pouch it was removed from. Waving his hand forward, him and three more Spetsnaz soldiers began to advance to the location of the HVT. The sound of the aircraft flying overhead rumbled in their chests as more VDV and Spetsnaz dropped from aircraft. It would be a matter of time before the planes full of Russian Army soldiers would arrive. Clinging around buildings, the Spetsnaz troops stayed out of view of the citizens fleeing the area.

Turning the corner to a small street, the sight of burning tanks before them caused the Russians to stop in their tracks. The road had bomb craters littering it for what seemed to be meant for the convoy of tanks passing by. Down the street, they saw the marker of the HVT's location. A house, two story, detached garage off to the right side of the property. Ivanov then orders, "Target there, go, now!"

As they began their charge for the house, a blue van suddenly slides into the driveway of the very same home, the front was battered and falling apart. Two occupants darted out of it and into the house. "Give me my rifle," Ivanov demanded. His close friend, Alexandr Rotrov, tossed the rifle into Ivanov's hand. The rifle was a long range SV-98 with a classic 7x scope on it. Bending onto one knee, Ivanov aimed. He recalled the description of the target in his head: brown hair, white female, glasses.

Looking into the bottom window, he saw almost eight people, mostly children, when he saw someone with the description. Ivanov was shocked, "It can't be bylat."

"What is it comrade," Rotrov asked in confusion.

"It's a child."

"Huh?"

"Are you sure the description is correct?"

"Glasses, brown hair, white, female. That is what it says."

"... bylat."

"I don't believe it either comrade."

"... for Russia."

"For Russia."

"Ivanov re-aims the rifle. Time seemed to slow down as he aimed. He counted as he breathed. "One click." Ivanov inhales. "Two click." Ivanov exhales. "Three click." Ivanov inhales again. "Four click." Just as Ivanov exhales a second time, he squeezes the trigger. The child was standing there looking up at something when the hammer hit the primer. Within the split of a second, the mini explosion in the gun forced the bullet above ten times the speed of sound. The bullet soars through the open space. Upon contact with the window, the glass spiderwebed with cracks. The bullet flies through and the next thing it hits is much more brutal. Ivanov sees the girl seeming just drop.

"Standing there for a second in case the target got back up, Ivanov lowers his weapon. "HVT down. Let's move." Very quickly, the Spetsnaz dart back the way they came. Their mission was complete, target neutralized.

I would like to wish you all a Happy New Year, may this year be prosperous to you all!