13 years passed away and miraculously, Chris regained the ability to walk in May 14th, 1963, by that time he was 41 years old but he decided to keep his fitness up and regained his marksmanship by joining a local shooting club since the France was invaded by the Soviets, he was preparing himself to fight the Soviets if ever they conquer the whole of France and invades Great Britain.

By April 1964 the situation in France looked grim, despite the combined strength of the British, United States and other allied army, air force and navy, including breakaway army, air force and navy forces from all the other conquered allied nations.

In the old village pub that Chris usually goes to, he was approached by a man in a suit and wearing sunglasses. “Hello, could I buy you a drink?” asked the shady man.

“Who the hell are you?” asked Chris.

“You’ll find out sooner or later” said the shady man.

“Go on then, it’s your money” said Chris. “What do you want with me?”

“The same thing as you, to survive the Russian bare hug” said the shady man.

“What do you mean?” asked Chris.

“Well, you heard rumours about the so-called stealth fighter?” asked the shady man.

“What if I had?” said Chris.

“Well, I could tell you that the rumours are true, that it is in limited operation with all allied nations that are currently free of Soviet occupation, and also I could tell you that the U.S. government has requested a heavy bomber version and the Northrop company has been designing such a bomber, but production for the prototype has been cut short due to funding balance” said the shady man.

“Why are you telling me this?” said Chris.

“Because I know you will keep this a secret” said the shady man.

Chris finished his beer. “I know you were a staff sergeant and you applied to the British Commando Corps and substantially, joined the SAS regiment. You went to Libya in 1950 but was injured when a tank turret crushed your legs” said the shady man.

“How in hell did you know this?” asked Chris “Are you secret service, MI-5, MI-6, CIA, NSA, Mossad?”

“Might be, look, I’ll get to the point, I work for the British government, and my associate wants you to go on a mission against the Soviets and is prepared to pay you handsomely, I have to go now, interested, meet me here on Saturday night at 11 PM” said the shady man “Don’t forget”

Chris (Now 42 years old) was shocked that the shady man knew his military past and went home.

Chris was thinking about what the shady man said and the day he severely broke his leg, he lay on his bed in his picturesque English country cottage. He still remembers the artillery strikes by the Libyan nationalist socialist guerrillas and the Dragonfly helicopter taking him to HMS Eagle, he thought that he was lucky to get out alive.

He went downstairs and switched on his TV to watch the news on BBC TV and listened to the report on the Soviet advance in France and scene of a village flattened by Soviet armour, artillery and airstrikes, he thought about the shady man.

On Saturday night at 11 PM, Chris came to the pub and to the table that the shady man organised that they should meet, but the shady man didn’t turn up. Chris waited for 10 minutes and the shady man finally turned up. “You’re late” said Chris.

“Let’s go somewhere more private” said the shady man.

They went into a black car, “Nice car” said Chris

“My associate’s name is Richard Powys” said the shady man.

“Richard Powys, the Conservative MP who wants to see more funding of special operations and weapons, has he gone renegade?” asked Chris.

“Not entirely, he does use detachments of the Commando Corps, including the SAS and SBS” said the shady man, “I’ll get to the point, Mr. Powys wants you to be in an operation agreed with SOE, you will be working with one MI-6 agent and a SAS commando. You’ll also be working with a Royal Marine SBS commando who is already in Norway.”

“Ok then, I’m doing this for the money and my family’s future, but what should I tell my daughter?” asked Chris.

“It is up to you, tell them anything, but don’t mention this operation” said the shady man “I’ll met you at the train station on Wednesday”

On Tuesday night, Chris phoned up his daughter that is working for the Royal navy. “Mary, it is me, your father” said Chris down the phone.

“Hi dad, how are things?” asked Mary.

“Well, I’m ok. Hay, remember the time I used to be a soldier” said Chris.

“Well, yeh, you almost got killed, why anyway” asked Mary.

“Well, I am going on one last mission” said Chris.

“Oh no, please don’t, I almost lost you, I have lost my mother, I cannot bear loosing you, please don’t go on that mission” pleaded Mary.

“I’m afraid I have to, if my sacrifice means our freedom is secure, then so be it. You work on a Destroyer, HMS Coventry, you too are in danger too of being killed” said Chris.

“But, I’m young, and you, are, well, old” said Mary.

“That is no excuse for me to stand idle by while those Russian bastards take away our freedom!” said Chris down the phone.

The phone conversation went into the night.

At the train station on Wednesday, Chris saw his daughter, Mary on the train platform. “I thought I would see you for the last time” she said.

“You worry too much” said Chris.

The guard blew his whistle, and the steam locomotive started to below out its smoke like a volcano “Well, I got to go now” said Mary as she walked on to the train.

“Good luck in on HMS Coventry” said Chris.

Mary looked out of the window of the train coach “Please promise you’ll come back alive” she shouted as the train speed off into the distance.

“You’re late” said the shady man behind Chris.

Chris was startled, “Shit, you almost killed me” said Chris.

“There will be many things that will almost kill you” said the shady man “Get on that train, it goes to London”

Five minutes later, the Diesel locomotive pulled the train that Chris and the shady man was in towards London.

On the way to London, the shady man explained the mission, “You will be parachuted into a village near Verdun, and there are reports of the Soviet new missile armed multi role battlecruiser, the Kirov. Its guns are inferior to any allied battleship, heck it is even inferior to any allied light cruiser, but the Kirov isn’t a big gun cruiser, it is a guided missile battlecruiser, it contains a nightmarish amount of cruise missiles, anti shipping missiles and anti aircraft missiles. In other terms it is a floating missile fortress, since it doesn’t have large guns like our battleships, it can carry more missiles” said the shady man.

Two hours later in London the shady man lead Chris to a black car and the car drove off. They arrived in a back alley near a bombed out area of London. Chris was lead into the building, “Welcome Staff Sergeant Chris Jones” said a different shady man “Do you know why you are here?”

“Is it is about a Soviet ship?” Chris replied.

“Well, yes, it is about a Soviet guided missile battlecruiser, superior to the new Arleigh Burke class AEGIS destroyer that every allied navy has received for fleet defence. This Soviet heavy missile battlecruiser threatens even our battleships as well as commercial ships. The reason being is that its onboard computers are independently designed to engage multiple ships and its missile defence system can take down our aircraft and missiles simultaneously, plus the fact that it can overpower the Arleigh Burke class AEGIS destroyer” said a well dressed man sitting down.

“We want you to lead a team that consists of, a current SAS commando and one of our agents to work with the Marquis to destroy the cruiser, there is also a SBS commando already in Norway. You must successfully complete this mission otherwise the British grand fleet will have a hard time combating the Kirov, even though they are armed with the Harpoon anti shipping missile, as said, the Soviet missile defence system can take the Harpoon down and with hunter-killer Akula submarines escorting them, sinking the Kirov with our subs will be incredibly difficult, if not, impossible” explained the shady man.

“Wait, did you say that we will be working with the Marquis?” asked Chris.

“Yes, do you have a problem with that?” asked the shady man.

“Yes, you tolled me that I will be working with two other men and another in who is already in Norway, not a bloody resistance group who does anything they like!” snapped Chris.

“Well, let’s put it this way, you will get lost without them and the resistance members we have arranged you with will co-operate, I can tell you that” said the well dressed man.

At the Savoy hotel, Chris went to his room that was arranged by the well dressed man. There was a letter there in his room saying ‘Go to table 7 at breakfast in the restaurant’

In the morning Chris went to table 7 in the restaurant, he met up with a rough looking man with black hair and a goaty, wearing shorts and shirt, “Are you Staff Sergeant Chris Jones?” asked the man.

“Yes, and who are you?” asked Chris.

“I am Quentin Davies, Corporal Quentin Jake Davies, nice to meet you” said the man.

“Likewise” said Chris miserably.

Around an hour later, an employee of the Savoy hotel tolled the two men that their car is waiting.

After the two men packed their bags, they took their bags to the car and got inside it. “Hello, I hope you have had a good morning” said the tall, young, blue eyed long blond haired man inside the limo.

“No” said both men.

“I am your MI-6 agent contact, I suspect that SOE has informed you two about the situation” said the blond man.

“Nice car by the way” said Quentin.

Back in the alleyway, the driver and the two men went into the building. “Welcome back, I hope you have had a nice time in the Savoy Hotel” said the well dressed man sitting at his makeshift desk.

“Hi, my name is Jack Eliot, sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier on” said the young, blond man from the limo.

“Likewise” said Chris.

“Hello gentlemen, I work for Mr. Powys, sorry he cannot be here at this moment, he has an important meeting going on, so I will be taking his place. Right, lets get to business” said the well dressed man “Staff sergeant Chris Jones, I have read your report on your marksmanship skills, and they are superb, the M-2 carbine isn’t a easy rifle to handle you know, I think you will like the rifle we have placed in the armoire”

“What is it?” asked Chris.

“It is an American Stoner SR-25SD specialist sniper rifle, a specially designed assault sniper rifle that uses a special subsonic .30 calibre sabot bullet” said the well dressed man.

“Your insurrection will begin during the RAF Vulcan bombing run on a large Soviet supply base near that village at 02:00 hours, which will be the perfect time to para-drop you three.”

“If you want radio contact, your team name will be Hotel Party 0-1 and your password will be ‘Red sky at night’ and their response will be ‘Shepard’s Delight’” said the shady man.

After the debriefing of the mission, the two commandos and the MI-6 agent was driven to RAF Hendon air base and boarded a Lockheed C-130 Hercules. The Hercules took off into the sunset sky. Chris picked up his Stoner SR-25SD rifle which had a huge bulky infer red sniper scope and infer-red light and silencer, a silenced L-2A7 Sten gun and a Colt 1911. Quentin picked up his Milkor MGL Mk1 multiple grenade launcher, a M-1A2 Thompson and a Browning hi-power pistol. Jack picked up a silenced Steyr AUG assassins rifle and a Beretta M-93 machine pistol.

The Hercules flew low over France, and with all Soviet anti aircraft installations and fighters directed at the RAF Avro Vulcan bomber group, the two commandos and the agent jumped out of the Hercules and into the small village. They landed quietly into the village, “Now lets find the church, we are meant to meet the two Marquis members there, don’t screw up on me old man” said Jack.

Chris looked at Jack angrily.

At the Church the lights were off, as with the village since power has been cut to stop the Avro Vulcan’s from seeing the village lights, only the moon shone brightly over the village. “Hmm, no power to the church lights” said Quentin.

They heard something drop to the floor in the church, Chris held his silenced L-2A7 Sten gun ready to fire as he walked forward slowly into the church. Quentin walked slowly into the church, hiding himself in the dark. Chris’s SR-25SD rifle fell off his back, Chris picked up his SR-25SD rifle and then all of a sudden, in front of him, a tall, blond, blue-eyed girl wearing a combat skirt and a large green coat pointed a Benelli M-3 shotgun. Behind Chris there was a shorter red hair blue-eyed girl wearing baggy combat trousers and a white t-shirt pointing a PPsH-41 machine pistol at him as well. Chris held his SR-25SD and switched it to full auto firing mode, “I advise you to put down your weapon” said the blond girl in Russian.

“So I see the Soviets have started to hire local communists to do their dirty work” said Chris.

“BRITISH ARMY, DON’T MOVE!” shouted Quentin.

The red haired girl turned around and fired her PPsH-41 machine pistol, in return Quentin fired his Thompson machine pistol and ran out of the building, and Chris dived behind the altar.

The blond girl backed to the rear door to the church where Jack pointed his Steyr AUG at the blond girl, “Don’t move” he said.

The blond girl quickly turned around and pointed her M-3 shotgun at Jack, then Chris pointed his silenced L-2A7 Sten gun at the blond girl “Damn you!” said Chris.

But then the red-haired girl pointed her PPsH machine pistol at Chris, “Well, aren’t we lucky today, two men” she said in English.

“Do you mean three” said a voice behind her.

It was Quentin, pointing his M-1A2 Thompson machine pistol at her, “How could you forget about me?”

“What is this all about?” asked the blond girl in Russian.

“What did you say?” said Chris.

“She is speaking in Russian” said Jack “But I highly doubt that the Soviets would send civilians that are loyal to them to a church unless… ’Red sky at night’”

“Shepard’s delight” said the blond girl.

Both Jack and the blond girl lowered their weapons, “Lower your weapon corporal, and you, old man, they are our contacts” said Jack in a commanding tone.

Chris briefly glimpsed at Jack “Maybe I should point this sub-machine gun at you” muttered Chris under his breath.

“I am so sorry for this mix up, I thought you were the Russian invaders, my name is Katherine Leon, I have had experience with British soldiers before” said the blond girl.

Both Quentin and Chris were sniggering, “Hay you two, what is so funny?” asked the red haired girl.

“Oh nothing, have you had experience with British soldiers before?” asked Quentin.

“Wait a minute, if this Soviet cruiser is at sea in Norway, why are we in this village far away from there?” asked Chris.

“Well us two will accompany you two to a village near Olavsvern in Norway, I have a friend who I write to there, he is an old friend of my father, his name in Jens, he sent me some photos of a large ship, I sent it to London so that they can have a look at it, then they said that they will be sending a few soldiers and agents and that I should take them to Norway” said Katherine “But also there is a train heading to a port in Poland called Gdansk, and then a ship will take us there in a few days time and we are to go on it”

They got into the small bakers truck and drove back to the small, Tudor style village inn, “Thank you” said the red haired girl to the baker.

“That’s all right” said the baker.

Outside the inn, the two commandos got their machine pistols ready, “Hay, there is no need to do that, everyone inside is aware that you are coming” said Katherine.

“Hay I didn’t get to know you’re same” said Quentin to the red haired girl.

“My name is Cherie Bloch” replied the red-haired girl.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Corporal Quentin Jake Davies, British Army Special Forces” said Quentin.

The commandos was welcomed with a brief stare from the inn’s customers, they stared mostly at Jack, as he was dressed differently, the commandos were dressed in their camouflage, beige berets and large backpack full of ammo and outdoor accessories while Jack was wearing a jacket, combat trousers and a shirt. His blond hair and smaller build made the people in the pub wonder if he is a member of the Marquis or was he with the commandos.

“What’s the matter, haven’t seen a commando before?” asked Chris.

Everyone saw the MGL-1 grenade launcher on Quentin’s back and the big SR-25SD rifle in Chris’s arm. When Chris questioned them, they suddenly looked away worried that they may provoke the commandos to use their weapons. “Calm down old man” said Jack.

to be continued...