November 2nd 2059

Lavrentiya Russia.

Ivan sighed in relief as he sipped the Vodka from his mug. The man crossed his legs and stared at the wall.

The air was thick in the bunker, despite the small windows on Ivan's right that allowed him and his comrades to shoot from his danger arose.

Two men watched from the small windows, Sniper rifles at the ready. These two were far more experienced than him. Ivan was merely a private in the Russian armed forces. Well, what was left of it.

Ivan's Captain, a tall broad shouldered man in his fifties sat on a small wooden chair opposite Ivan, reading a large novel. Next to Ivan was private Alexi, who was snoring.

The captain shut his book, placing it under the chair. He sat back in the chair, producing a cigar from his right pocket and a lighter from his left. Lighting the cigar he took a puff and smoke.

"Comrades, do not slack off." He said in a thick Russian accent.

Alexi who had woken up sighed. "Comrade Captain why must we Guard this frozen beach, who would bother attacking?" Alexi asked, irritated by his boring job.

The Captain narrowed his eyes. "Comrade Private, if the Americans have re built even to a small portion of what we have then they are a threat. Not to mention, something was spotted by the guards guarding the beaches of little diomede island. They said it looked like a ship, however the strong winds and heavy rain stopped them from getting a good look. We must be prepared at all times do you understand? The captain asked.

Alexi bit his lip. "Yes Comrade Captain, I understand."

The Captain nodded. "Good good, get some rest you will be watching the window in a few hours, both of you."

Ivan sighed and leaned back against the wall. He had recently passed basic training and his first deployment was rather boring. When Ivan joined up he expected to be shooting at bandits. But here he was, just a dozen or so miles from Alaska, guarding against seemingly nothing.

Ivan could be called pathetic for expecting combat. Russian forces hardly saw combat out of fighting off Bandits. They were too worried rebuilding their country to worry about taking over other countries right now. But then again, Ivan was only 21 and dreamed of being a successful military general and taking over Ukraine to make his leaders proud.

After the flash, Communism was re-instated throughout the country and with it came the 1980's way of thinking. Their new leader, Vladimir Boris wanted to take over the world now that it was in shambles. Some call him crazy, and they are silenced. Most people follow him, and if they don't they either rot in jail or die.

Boris was a nationalistic authoritarian and made sure that in every one of his speeches he talked about how great Russia was and how they would save the world from extinction. Well, most people either believed him, or pretended to for their sake. There are no elections, Boris will lead until he dies and make sure his son becomes the next ruler of Russia. Boris wanted by 2065 to start an invasion of Ukraine, which had become mostly destroyed in the Flash. Most of the residents fled to Russia after the Flash, and the ones that still remain couldn't defend against an invasion, their military numbering only in the few thousand.

Boris could easily invade Ukraine now, however he wanted a flawless victory, to show the Russian people how all powerful his country was. His main agenda was to take over Alaska, and form an alliance with Mexico. With Alaska back in their hands not only would they have access to a numerous amount of technology that Russia had lost in the flash, but Canada would be theirs. Canada was doing awful, with its government not being able to supply basic aid to families. And with the USCPF all but ignoring Canada, they'd welcome Boris and his people with open arms. Mexico was doing just fine, except that USCPF troops had began to slowly began to claim territory close to the border. Several military bases were being constructed and the Mexican government did not approve. However, attacking the Americans could lead to a war and Mexico didn't want that. Despite their situation being almost on par with the United States, their military was not prepared, not trained and were too few to take on the Americans. If Russia attempted to help the Mexicans by removing the Americans from their land, an alliance could be formed. And the Americans would be pinned and they would invade from the top and bottom, crushing the weak Americans and claiming the land for themselves.

It was a long convoluted plan that had been conveniently thought of by Boris days after the bombs dropped.

Ivan looked down at the Ak-47 resting on his lap. Oh how he wanted to desperately use it.

Ivan stared up at the ceiling, the boredom was torture. Why couldn't something interesting happen?

"What the hell is that?" One of the soldiers watching the windows asked.

The captain turned. "What is it?"

"Oh my god, four special forces assault ships heading for shore." The man said, raising his rifle.

The Captain stood up from his chair, walking over to the window and pushing the soldier aside.

"Holy shit you are right, alert the other squa-"

A voice crackled on the Captains radio. "Captain we have four special forces assault ships heading for sore what are your orders?"

The Captain raised the radio to his mouth but before he could speak a loud explosion rang out. The Captain fell over, the radio falling out of his grasp.

The captain pointed to Ivan and Alexi. "You two, check what that was!"

Ivan stood up, grabbing his Ak-47 and making for the door. Pulling it open, Ivan found himself in the Russian wilderness. Turning to his right he saw about 100 meters from them the ruins of one of the other bunkers. The two remaining bunkers had men firing down onto the shore.

Ivan and Alexi ran back into the bunker.

"Captain t-" Alexi hesitated upon seeing the body of one of the Snipers, head removed by a high caliber round.

Alexi exhaled. "The bunker next to us was blown up by a mortar from the looks of it."

The Captain looked nervous. "Ivan pick up our fallen Comrades weapon and fight back, Alexi stay here."

"Yes Comrade Captain." Both soldiers said in unison.

Ivan grabbed the bloody sniper rifle from the hands of his dead comrade, resisting the urge to gag as he smelled the body.

Ivan crouched down to the window and aimed the weapon.

A few dozen soldiers were running through the beaches, Ivan could see a mortar man loading another mortar. Quickly Ivan's aim snapped to the targets head. Ivan pulled the trigger, the bullet hitting it's mark after two seconds of flight.

The soldier fell back onto the snow, blood painting the snow as it spread from the open wound.

Ivan gasped as he noticed a familiar patch on the corpses uniform.

Ivan's English wasn't the best but he knew it said.

C.I.A

Ivan's pulled back the bolt and turned to the Captain.

"I-It's C.I.A!" He exclaimed and turned back to the scope of his rifle.

A splatter and a scream of pain could be heard to his left and he turned to see the body of the other sniper fall, blood oozing from his chest.

Ivan's breathing quickened and he turned back to find the Sniper. He found him, behind a rock near the shoreline. Ivan held his breath and the two made eye contact before the Russian soldier squeezed the trigger and the corpse crumpled to the ground.

Alexi crouched beside him, picking up the corpses Sniper Rifle and began to fire onto the C.I.A troops.

Ivan downed another soldier, the bullet tearing through his stomach.

The Captains radio buzzed and he raised it to his ear.

"Captain, the C.I.A have sieged bunker two, we won't be able to hold out much longer."

The Captain swore in English, Ivan didn't know what he had said but it sounded a little like shit.

The Captain looked back at the two soldiers.

"We must abandon the bunker and set up a defense in the woods."

"Yes Comrade Captain!" Both soldiers exclaimed. Ivan threw the sniper rifle to the ground and picked up his Ak-47. The three soldiers made their way out of the bunker and into the Russian wilderness. They sprinted down a narrow path, being joined by another squad who was fully intact. The group ran until they came across fortifications. Sandbags, a machine gun turret and some scrap cover. The sandbags and the turret made up the frontline defensive. While the larger scrap fortifications were farther back.

The Captain began shouting orders.

"Alexi man the turret! I want a firing line behind those sand bags! The rest of you get behind the scrap!"

Every one of the twelve soldiers obeyed and within a minute they were prepared to defend against the C.I.A Forces.

Ivan crouched behind one of the scrap fortifications, readying his Ak-47.

He knew that he most likely wouldn't survive. There were dozens of C.I.A. The C.I.A SOG is what he knew they were. They were highly elite soldiers pre-flash and post-Flash they are more likely to be even tougher. One of them equaled three Russian riflemen. They were going to defend against at least 24 of those soldiers. They were not going to win.

Ivan closed his eyes, his first week on the job and he was already dead. His mother had warned him not to enlist, she told him he would end up dead. Ivan knew she could be right, he could easily die. But he didn't expect his death to come after one week of deployment. Would anyone remember him? Maybe they would remember him as the brave private who fought the American menace to his breath. Maybe they would.

Ivan opened his eyes, he was going to be remembered. He wouldn't go out without a fight.

Ivan's finger landed on the trigger, waiting to squeeze it at the first sight of contact.

Ivan felt a nudge on his shoulder and moved his eyes to the left to meet the gaze of a another private.

"They are going to have to come up that incline over there." The Private pointed with his rifle to a small narrow incline. Two bunkers were positioned in between it and it was the only way for the C.I.A troops to advance.

"We will mow them down, they won't be able to get past us!"

Though the enthusiasm was welcome, Ivan knew they weren't coming out alive. They were outgunned and outmanned, and the enemies skill far outmatched their own.

The private kept on rambling, with his eyes aimed at the road ahead. Ivan drowned him out, not wanting his spirits to be lifted.

Everyone held their breath as they waited. No one dared to move.

Suddenly, three small objects were launched over the incline. They landed several meters away from them, bouncing a few times before coming to rest. Smoke began to emit from the objects and soon the path ahead was covered by smoke.

"Stand your ground!" The captain shouted.

Some soldiers began to shake, they could no longer see their enemy.

The private next to Ivan squinted and suddenly a bullet tore through his brain.

"GET DOWN!" The captain ordered. All of the soldiers ducked their heads behind cover.

The sound of running footsteps could be heard from the smoke.

Then they opened fire.

One soldier, defying the Captains order peeked his head over the sandbags only to have a bullet pierce his neck.

Alexi began to fire blindly into the smoke. However his head was soon taken off by a bullet to the head.

"How the hell can they see us?" A soldier asked.

The Captain exhaled. "They must be using HuD interfaces to see through the smoke." He said bluntly. The fear and worry was all lost from his eyes. He knew they were not going to survive.

Ivan reached for his belt, grasping the frag grenad-

BOOM

Ivan flew backwards and landing face first into the snow. His ears were ringing and he could feel blood dripping down his face from where he landed.

Letting out a cough, Ivan began to slowly stand up. He could hear the death cries of his comrades. Ivan slowly turned around only to be tackled to the ground, a masked C.I.A trooper pinning his arms behind his back.

The man lifted his head up and turned. "Captain we have a live one!"

Ivan struggled under the grasp of the man to no avail.

Several more footsteps could be heard coming his direction. They stopped next to him and the C.I.A soldier.

"Knock him out and get him on a Assault ship."

Ivan was about to protest but was silenced as the man restraining him brought the end of his sidearm down onto his head. The Russian soldiers head fell onto the snow, his eyes shutting close.

...

Ivan's eyes shot open. He began looking around, he was in an extremely small room. The metal door was locked. The room was bare except for him and the metal chair he was tied to.

The door suddenly opened and two men stepped in. They wore ski masks and tactical vests. Each held an M4 Assault Rifle in one hand. They took up guarding posts at the sides of the doors.

One more person stepped in. A gray bearded man in his mid fifties. He had a large scar starting on his right eye and going down to the end of his lip.

He took a glance at Ivan for a moment, the mans expression unreadable. Ivan looked away and down at the floor. He could hear the man walking to his right.

Ivan looked up to see the man rummaging through a drawer. He turned to Ivan, still rummaging through the drawer.

"Do you speak English? I'd assume not."

Ivan stared at the man, his demeanor one of calm but also of anger. He stared at the Russian with a bored yet furious glare.

Sighing, Ivan realized he still had yet to answer the man. He did speak English, quite well in fact. His mother and father both spoke it and they felt obligated to teach him the language. It is, or was a lot of countries secondary language and is a common business language. He never actually thought he would really have to speak English.

"Yes I speak English..." Ivan said quietly.

The man nodded, looking back at the drawer. He reached down and pulled out a long clean blade. The man then turned back to Ivan who began to sweat.

What did the man want with him?

Did they capture him for entertainment?

The man analyzed his blade, a brief smile grazing his features before he spoke.

"Listen kid, I've been doing this for over 30 years. I've killed hundreds, tortured thousands. I always get the information I want, do you understand?" The man looked from the blade to Ivan for a response.

Ivan quickly nodded in understanding.

"I'm going to ask you some questions, and you are going to answer them. You answer my questions correctly and I let you go, if you don't..." The man chuckled, turning to one of the guards who chuckled as well.

"Just cooperate."

Ivan began to panic, his breathing began to rapidly increase and he began to struggle in his restraints

The man lowered his blade, looking Ivan straight in the eyes.

"What is Bunker 100-B?"

Ivan looked up at the man in mock confusion

"Bunker B, I have no idea what you at-"

Ivan was slapped across the face, leaving a bruise.

The man then grabbed the boy by the collar and leaned in close.

"Listen here boy, you were not around during the Flash but you sure as hell have felt the effects. 25% of the world population wiped out in a single night, and about 50% more dying in the following years." The man began to exclaim a look of anger plastered on his face.

"The Russian Federation has hardly grown back to its former size, however Bunker 100-B has something the world fears everyday and you know what it is don't you?"

Bunker 100-B was a top secret facility created in 2037, it is highly classified and only a handful of people know what the facility actually contains.

Now Ivan was actually confused. "I-It's a classified research facility, hardly anyone knows where it is or what is in it!" Ivan exclaimed, panting.

The man released Ivan, standing up.

"There are 100 pre-flash nuclear devices contained within that bunker."

Ivan froze, he attempted to process what he had just heard.100 nukes? That was a good thing right?

"Kid, those weapons almost caused our fucking extinction. Russia has over a hundred and in ten years will be able to make them again. You might think that this makes your country all powerful or something but it really doesn't. You see what do you think would happen if just one more Nuke was detonated today?"

Ivan thought for a second, that seemed like an easy question. "Blow up a bunch of people?" He asked.

The man sighed. "Yes and bring up radiation into the atmosphere, not only can we not have more radiation we do not need more wars. Listen, if Russia bombs the U.S again, what if we have a few nukes of our own? What if Israel, Britain, France, and Germany all have a couple nukes just laying around?"

Ivan's eyes went wide, he think he knew where this was going.

"You see, in the event that Russia attacked the United States again or any other country there WILL be retaliation. Russia has a hundred nukes the U.S and its allies have a couple dozen. They will ALL be fired if anything like that ever happened. That would start a fourth fucking World War, fucking the planet even more. And even though not as many people will die, and the human race will still survive there will probably be years if not decades of fighting."

The man leaned in closer. "Do you really want that? Your country would be crippled and the rest of it would be invaded by the survivors."

Ivan sighed. "I lied, I know where the bunker is...j-just not exactly."

The Russian tensed, awaiting an angry outburst. But the man surprisingly kept his calm, gritting his teeth. "Where?"

"All I know is that it is near the border between Russia and Ukraine...can I go home now?"

The man walked back to the drawer and put back his blade. He then closed the drawer and turned to Ivan.

"I will get you on a flight on Arizona."

Ivan glared at the man. "You said you would let me go!" He exclaimed.

The man smirked. "I am, you really think I'm going to let you back loose in Russia with everything you know?"

Ivan sighed, he wanted to protest but knew it wasn't a choice. He'd be going to Arizona no matter what.

...

July 4th 2060

The United States of America

Arizona

Boulder Cove

Ivan never understood the Fourth of July, and he most certainly didn't understand celebrating it now. How were these people free? Most of the population were either stuck in the harsh wastelands or former pre-flash cities under harsh marshal law.

The alcoholic beverage that Ivan had been drinking now lay empty against the counter. The bar was crowded, half its occupants drunk. People were singing, cheering some dancing.

The bar tender came over and took his empty glass. The Russian looked around. American flags and other American symbols were everywhere. Ivan felt slightly uncomfortable by the nationalistic gestures.

However, this was the only bar for a few miles and the one that cliff guard had wasn't much to write home about.

Ivan raised a brow as he glanced to the seat next to him. A young, redhead woman lay practically passed out on the counter, a near empty glass of Vodka resting in her right hand.

She lifted her head from the counter and gulped down the rest of the drink before slamming her left hand down on the counter.

"H-hey bartender get me another!" She shouted.

Ivan chuckled, this place had its fair share of interesting characters.

The bar tender who was pouring a drink for another occupant sighed and finished pouring the drink before walking over to the woman.

"Sorry Rose, but I think you've had a bit too much to drink, how about you get s-"

The woman shot up and glared at the man. "You don't get t-to fucking tell me when I've had to much Harald, my Uncle owns this place he can get you fired if you don't pour me some more Vodka!"

The bartender held back a smirk before shaking his head. "The rules also apply to you. I highly doubt you'd get me fired for this."

The woman snarled, about to shout a string of profanities when the front door opened.

Up until this point Ivan found this whole situation rather amusing. However as soon as the man in S.E.A.L armor stepped in his smirk was immediately wiped off his face. Ivan was wearing a thin leather coat to hide his uniform, however Ivan stood out like a sore thumb. His pale face, his accent and not to mention his weapons were all Russian.

However the S.E.A.L only noticed him for a brief moment before making his way over to the woman.

The bartender sighed in relief.

The S.E.A.L nudged the woman on the shoulder who was still glaring at the bartender. She spun around and looked at the armored figure before laughing.

"What did I tell you Harald, you are SO fired!" She exclaimed, laughing as she did so.

The S.E.A.L sighed. "Rose lets go home before you shoot someone or end up in a strangers bed." The mans voice was rough and reflected age.

Rose scoffed. "George I'm having SO much fun you would not bel-"

The man grabbed her with an armored hand by the arm, and proceeded to drag her out, slamming the door behind him.

Ivan sighed. "Americans sure are weird." He whispered under his breath as if Russians weren't at all strange.

The bartender made his way over to Ivan, asking if he'd like another drink. Slightly tipsy, Ivan accepted.

...

Ivan groaned as he felt his throbbing head and the warm body draped across his chest.

"Fuck..." Ivan said through clenched teeth. He rolled off the brunette and quickly gathered his clothing before exciting the room.

Thirty minutes later the Russian was standing on the roof of his apartment building, looking down at the small town below. Ivan wouldn't be getting back to Russia anytime soon, he was stuck in this small town, barley making enough to make it by. Working as a garbage boy didn't pay well. If Ivan was going to get back to Russia he would need a job that could supply him well enough to get him to Alaska, from then he could take a boat or something.

Ivan sighed, Alaska was heavily guarded by USCPF and under marshal law. There was no way he could get in, get to the edge and get to Russia without being stopped by a guard.

He'd have to improvise, travel to California and then travel from there to Japan. From there he'd somehow have to travel up to Russia.

Ivan thought about it a way to earn enough money. The SLF had a mercenary Corp that worked heavily in the region. The jobs were dangerous but brought back an immense amount of money.

And Ivan's mind was made, tomorrow he'd find an SLF recruiter.

The Motherland was waiting for him...