Anyway I was a little bit annoyed with the last chapter.
If anyone would like a "operation" to be inlcuded in then state the name for it and what happens,I am happy to do one,now my cousin who is in the GRU will be visiting me soon and what is known about the Spetsnaz is true,they are cold blooded and insane.
Infact I have slightly based Dimas(Or Dimitri if you care that much)appearance on my cousin,always better when you have a model in mind.
Operantion Thunderstrike .
The flames of the burnt out apc had died down long ago as Dima got to his feet,he was a lucky man,the explosion that knocked him unconicnious had also saved him by the sheer force of the explosion,he was now lying several metres away from the destroyed wreckage.
"Uhhh,what the fuck?".Was the first thing he said before hanging on to a intact wall for stability,he had been knocked out for a day and that memory of that day wasnt worth bothering about,it was his dream that was disturbing.
Ponies,Pegasus and that rainbow coloured one...ugghh I must be losing it. "SNAP OUT OF IT!"Dima slapped himself,thinking about crap like that was not the Spetsnaz way. He then fumbeled around for a pistol,found it and his trusty knife was also in his tunic.
The sargent soon felt like himself again,the dream was nothing more than a dream that was anything but normal and unlogical but when did logic work?.
"What was that?".Dima saw two shadows behind him,thier reflection visable in the flaming building that he stood in.
"Think you could get behind me?".He snarled before pulling out his pistol,turning round and seeing nothing.
"Moved have you?".
Like a tiger stalking its prey Dima moved silenty,his hearing begining to come when he heard the death outside,the metal clink of armoured tanks and the rockets fired from helicopters was deaflinly loud. However he ignored the noises,his prey was all that mattered.
His prey didnt even realise that he was behind until it made a mistake,the clash of rubble on two pairs of shoes were heard and Dima crouched behind a nearby collasped wall until the target/s tried to get thier shoes out."Three,two,one".Dima silently mouted before he shouldered round the door and without aiming,emptied the nine round clip into the two targets.
The targets died quickly,and only until the smoke cleared did Dima see who he shot. "Well this is...unlikly".The sargent remarked,looking at the woman and child on the floor,thier arms together."Accidents happen in war I suppose...".
Thats when he realised that the woman had rainbow coloured hair...just like that pony in the dream."Im getting out of here!".He shouted before leaving the room.Ahh my head hurts!. Dimas haste to get out was matched by the building he was inside,it was coming down all around him and slowly the walls began to show signs of that rainbow colour.
"This is fucked up!".
He managed to reach outside and the fighting died down all around the Spetsnaz operative. It was quiet in the street,the burnt out hulls of tanks and the crashed helicopters represented a war zone...but it was quiet for a war.
"Wait...if we couldnt destroy the rouge battlion in one day,then on the second a TU160 heavy bomber would obliterate whats left".Dima spoke out amongest the silenece,remembering the ment it was the second day right now,the right time and he was right that the Spetsnaz sargent was doomed unless he could get out.
Then the sound of four Kuznetsov NK-321 afterburning turbofans started to sound over the horizon making Dima look up,almost a mile in the sky was a giant "white bird".The white bird was the nickname given to the Russian strategitc bomber,it flew slower and slower until it was directly on top of the city and then realesed its payload of bombs.
Dima ran,the carpet of high explosives littering the ground behind and infront,his legs were at full pelt,body hot,heart beating in time with the energy needed to keep going.
He had almost reached the cover outside of the projected showever of bombs until a lampost fell on top of him. Thats when Dima was knocked out for the second time.