Russia, 1952. A large embassy building in Central Moscow. As expected, the weather is snowy, as much as 30 cm in places. Police sirens can be heard throughout the city, as local law enforcement forces make their way to the scene. Within minutes, the area is crawling with Soviet Special Forces. Conscript patrols survey the streets, as siege choppers deploy on the roofs of the surrounding buildings.

Inside the embassy, a small Allied squadron consisting of six operatives search every room thoroughly, for their intended target - a Soviet Commander named Rhoemer Djenko. After several minutes, the only female member of the team, Nastasha Criel, cried out to her comrades;

“Roberts? McDoodle? Target achieved. I have located our primary objective. Initiate the exertion plan?”

Nastasha had located Djenko. Ewan McDoodle, the team leader, stood silent for a moment, and then replied to her message.

“Negative. I repeat, Negative! We have hostiles in the area!”

“What? How do you know?” Nastasha responded.

“Siege Chopper rotor blades around the perimeter! Initiate Beta plan. Roberts, you’re up!”

Alexander Roberts was separated from the rest of the team, as he had headed toward the embassy basement in case of this particular emergency. The basement itself was locked, and a forceful method of entry was needed.

“Heads up people! Fire in the hole!”

Within seconds, a small concentrated explosion was heard, followed by a second message from Roberts.

“God, I love this job!”

“Keep the comedy to a minimum Alex. Stay focused on your objectives.” Ordered McDoodle.

“Sheesh, who forced a raccoon up your butt?”

“ALEX!”

Roberts knew when to quit, and with this he proceeded to the power grid in the basement. Moments later, the lights of the embassy flickered, before cutting altogether.

The team regrouped and journeyed to the roof. Each member checked their equipment before giving McDoodle the final thumbs up. As they stood just inside the doorway leading to the roof, Nastasha contacted their chopper pilot to come and pick them up.

“That is an impossibility. The area is thick with AA defenses. It would be suicide to even attempt to land within a mile of your location.”

McDoodle stood for a moment, assessing their situation. Taking the radio from Nastasha, he ordered the Nighthawk to land on the nearest possible building. After extensive studying of the city map, the helicopter pilot informed them of a residential district at the edge of the city. It was a good twenty minutes run, but that was with clear passage. The Russian forces outside would probably have other opinions on their escape.

“Alright team. We’re going to stay together and concentrate on our destination. Do not fire unless absolutely necessary, and above all else, stay stealthy. If we are detected, it’s going to be a long night.”

Ewan was always ordering his team around, even if his views were suicidal. But over the last six months that they had been together, they all learned to trust his opinions and would without second thought; follow him into the jaws of Cerberus himself. Since no one raised an objection, McDoodle gave the pilot the go ahead, and the team ran toward the Western wall of the building. The heavy snowfall obstructed their eyesight, but once they reached the ground, things would probably clear up.

Lewolsky was the last to hit the ground. As the team assembled at the end of the alleyway, Roberts spotted a slight problem in their plan. Two APOC-tanks and seven conscript units blocked the road West. Seconds later, a small team of tesla troopers surfaced, from a small derelict building to the side of the roadblock.

“That’s our way out”, McDoodle whispered. “Spread out and take positions along the Northern side of the road. Diego and I will take the south side. Aim for those explosive barrels and we should make a big enough distraction to slip by.”

The small squadron divided themselves and took their positions. Roberts took the first shot from across the street, and with extreme precision destroyed the barrels. The resulting explosions distracted the infantry, but the tanks seemed smarter. McDoodle tried a to take up a flank position, but had not spotted the three attack dogs patrolling the rear. With no other options, he opened fire with his Mp5, slaying all three of the canine units.

Unfortunately, the gunfire attracted the attention of the enemy ground units, leaving McDoodle in an exposed position. Unable to take on them all, he was forced to retreat, to no avail. The Soviets had foreseen the expertise of the Allied Special Forces and had summoned their best agent, Boris, to the scene. He stared down the scope of his AK47, placing the crosshair just above Ewans’ nose.

“And to think. I was expected more of a fight from you allied insects.” Boris spurted. “Well, I guess you can’t choose your enemies.”

With this, Boris squeezed the trigger. Roberts was sniping the incoming conscripts when he heard the gunshot. Instinctively, he rushed to scene fearing the worst had happened. Sprinting around the corner, he was met by the end of Boris’ gun barrel.

“This is turning out to be quite the day, huh? Who would have guessed that killing you allied dogs would be this simple?”

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