Not Down
Operation: Red Bear
Russian Spetsnaz: Sergeant Petr Ivanov
Former Loud Residence
01 07 2018
0750 Hours
Royal Woods, Michigan
"Command, we are entering the building now, how copy?"
"Affirmative, retrieve the corpse of the HVT immediately."
"Alright comrades," Ivanov stated to his squad, "We are about to retrieve the HVT, clear the building, stick together, and find the secret documents." His squad gave him a strong and courageous Ura.
Together and slowly, they approached the house, everyone of them trying to remain in the shadows. They came upon the home that Ivanov saw earlier. Items were scattered across the yard like junk, but they were toys. Ivanov noted how the home was now more destroyed than before, the top floor windows were shot out, the chimney had collapsed into the top roof of the home. The garage was ablaze, and the tree in the front had exploded at the base and collapsed into the road.
Arriving at the front door, Ivanov had his men watch the windows. As he tried to turn the knob, it stopped. "Bylat, they locked it. Breach and clear!" The squad formed up on the door, and with a swift high powered kick, Ivanov busts the lock holding the door closed and one of the men throw in a flash bang. Everyone shields their eyes until they hear the flash detonate, then they quickly rush inside.
"Clear."
"Clear."
"Clear!"
"Alright," Ivanov said, "Find the body. Look for a broken window."
They began search the house and it didn't take long at all to find where the shot came from. Ivanov stumbled upon the broken window with the bullet hole in it. There was also blood splattered on the floor and the table of what seems to be a dining room. Nearby was another small pool of blood, however there was still no body. Assuming the victim of course ran for safety, he drew his AS VAL and entered the kitchen.
One of his men followed him towards another door, placed under the stairway. Ivanov opened it to see it went down into a basement. "Comrades." Ivanov said into his radio, "Are you all finished searching yet?"
"Negative."
"Well get over here, flashlights on." The other two men came running soon after. They saw the dark stairwell into the basement and pulled out their guns. In unison, they turned on their high powered flashlights and began to step down, checking corners as they stepped off at the bottom. Being quite roomy, there was basically nothing of interest in here.
"Bylat, where is the HVT?" Ivanov then heads back up the stairs to the back door next to the basement door and leaves the building into the back yard. Scanning the grassy lawn, Ivanov spots something that catches his eye. It was a hatch, but to what? Ivanov walked over to the hatch and looked into it. "Is this some sort of nuclear fallout shelter?" He asked. The rest of the squad came over and looked down aswell.
Ivanov started down the ladder into the shelter and found hundreds of computers and gadgets. "Ivanov to command."
"Go ahead, we seemed to have stumbled upon a nuclear fallout shelter, it resembles more of a mission control center."
"Have you retrieved the HVT?"
"Negative."
"Continue mission."
"Yes command."
Ivanov continued to investigate the place, noting the hundreds of science stations across the room. He was almost intrigued in the massive vault of knowledge before him. That was until he stumbled upon something that was about drastically change everything. It was a massive computer set up, monitors of different countries with their respective flags. However, there was something else, they were connected to the radios of each respective country... even Russia.
But what Ivanov saw, was triumph, it clicked in his head. Russia can now know America's every movement, from just this once device, all in real time. But there was still something wrong. He looked at another monitor, this one was different, he recognized something about it. "The Levkov." Before him was the monitor desplaying Russia's newest secret weapon, a literal hover tank. He looked in aw and looked down at the laptop. He noticed a spot where dust was missing next to the computer. "The hard drive. She took it. Ivanov to command!"
"What is wrong?"
"Be advised, HVT is still out there. She also has the documents."
"What documents?"
"Project Baikal."
The radio fell silent.