Chapter 2

Unknown outpost, Siberia, August 17, 2016

With a flash of light, Dempsey, Takeo, Nikolai and Richtofen appeared. They had arrived in a large hangar of sorts.

"Velcome to Siberia, gentleman," said Richtofen. He chuckled a little as he continued. "Featuring feet deep snow, blizzards and sub-zero temperatures."

"You must be dreaming," said Nikolai. "I don't feel cold at all!"

"Yeah, because of all that fricking vodka you – wait, I'm not cold either!" Dempsey realized.

"Me neither," Takeo said.

"Hmmm…" mused Richtofen. "Interesting. Perhaps ve have all gone insane, except for me, for I am already crazy!" He laughed maniacal laughter.

Suddenly, their attention was drawn to the teleporter, which was humming and growing in brightness.

"What the heck?" said Dempsey.

"Nikolai, are you attempting to teleport more vodka again?" asked Richtofen. The last time he tried that the vodka successfully came…but the bottles were 5 feet off the ground and were promptly smashed.

"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?" retorted Nikolai.

"Everyone! Draw your weapons! There might be zombies coming!" said Takeo. He already had his katana out. Realizing that his statement might very well be true, the other three promptly fell silent and readied their guns.

The teleporter flashed its light. The group tensed, prepared for any undead freaks that might have followed them. But instead of zombies, they were greeted by four other men. One was bearded and had a mustache, another had tattoos on his arms, and the third, a man with a cap, had the fourth, a guy with some weird hairstyle, over his shoulder. Then the first one swung his gun toward them.

Price looked out at the four guys. One was in a WWII era Marines outfit, another was an Asian with a frightfully large sword, the third was in some Nazi uniform, and the fourth had a Soviet star on his cap. His first thought when he saw that star was "Ultranationalists! Crap!" and he swung his gun toward them.

"Put down your weapons or I'll kill you all!" he shouted, even though he was pretty much outnumbered four to one.

The one in the Nazi uniform ("The heck is he doing in that?" thought Price) chuckled and said "Do not vorry, my friend. Ve aren't vasting our ammo on you four."

Price didn't believe him. "I don't care! You're all Ultranationalists and this is some sort of trap!"

The Nazi guy replied, "Trust me, if zhis vas a trap created by me, you vould have been dead the instant you got here."

"Hey! Stop making yourself all important, Mr. Bigshot!" objected the Marine.

"Quiet, Herr Dummkopf!" he retorted.

"I won't be talking, you Nazi!" The Soviet star guy joined in the fight. Soon all three were hurling insults at each other, with the Asian guy watching them and muttering about their "dishonor".

Price was interrupted by Nikolai shaking his shoulder. "Price, Soap is bleeding out! He'll die in a couple of minutes!"

Richtofen heard the one in the cap say to the bearded one "Price, Soap is bleeding out! He'll die in a couple of minutes!" and noticed that the man slung over his shoulder had a lot of blood on him. He detached himself from the argument (but not without getting in a couple more jabs at Dempsey and Nikolai) and went over to the four newcomers, only to be stopped by the tattooed man who also held a gun.

"Do not vorry, I am here to help your vounded comrade."

The tattooed man laughed and said, "Right. As if we'll let some crazy guy with a gun and a Nazi uniform get near him."

Richtofen replied, "You're right, zhat describes me perfectly," and pushed past him. The man named Price and his friend had the wounded man named Soap (ridiculous name, Richtofen thought to himself) on the ground, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Here," said Richtofen, holding out one of the universal healing syringes. "Zhis vill make your friend better."

Price glared at him. "Get away! That's probably loaded with poison or something!"

Richtofen shrugged. "Vell, if you don't believe me, zhen let your friend die. Trust me, he vill with all zhat bleeding. I know from experience." That was true – he had cut countless people during his time as a "doctor" and observed how long they lasted before dying from blood loss.

Richtofen had turned his back when Price sighed and said "Alright, we'll let you inject him. But if he dies then I'll kill you with my own bare hands!"

Smirking at Price's self-confidence, Richtofen turned around, took out the syringe, bent down and injected Soap. He then stepped back and let the medicine do its work. The man's wound rapidly healed and his breath was no longer labored. Richtofen, who had seen this many times before, merely watched, but Price and the other two men looked on with amazement. In a matter of seconds, Soap groaned and sat up.

Price watched as the Nazi guy injected Soap. He was expecting Soap's already labored breath to stop and his subtle movements to disappear. But, to his amazement, Soap's wound healed before his very eyes and he groaned and sat up.

Price immediately set a hand on his shoulder. "Whoa, buddy, take it easy."

Soap looked at him, then at Nikolai and Yuri, then down at his stomach. Except for a gash in his shirt, there was no indication that there had ever been a stab wound at all. Soap looked back at Price and said, "But…but…my wound…there aren't any stitches or anything…"

Price pointed to a guy in a Nazi uniform that Soap had not noticed until then. "He's the one that healed you, with some weird stuff in a syringe."

The Nazi guy walked over, stuck out his hand, and said "Greetings. My name is Doctor Edvard Richtofen, Richtofen for short."

Soap hesitantly shook his hand. Richtofen turned towards three other guys a short distance away and called to them "Come over here and introduce yourselves!"

The three other guys came over. Two of them, a guy in a Marines outfit and a Russian, were arguing until the third, an Asian, slapped them. The Marine was Dempsey, the Asian was Takeo, and the Russian was Nikolai. The Task Force 141 Nikolai exclaimed "Hey, that's my name too!"

Takeo chuckled. "Perhaps we should add on "The Drunk" to our Nikolai's name to distinguish."

Nikolai the Drunk said "No objections, for that's what I am!" He took out the bottle of vodka he always had on him and took a swig.

All eight men laughed. The Task Force 141 members then introduced themselves to the zombie killers, with Nikolai deciding to call himself "Nikolai the Pilot".

Everyone was starting to feel at ease before a demonic girl's voice cackled manically and said, "Hello everyone! Vant to play a game?"

"What the hell!" said Yuri.

Nikolai the Drunk turned to Richtofen. "Told you! Told you going back to that room was a bad idea! Told you told you now you look like a fool!" he sung in a singsong voice (well, as singsong as he could manage).

Richtofen mentally cursed Samantha for following them, turned towards the Task Force 141 members and said, "Zhere's no time to explain. Just ready your veapons, for ve are about to be attacked!"