Sam was heading down to his brothers in Texas, so he was passing through Chicago again when he heard the loud Clatter of an AK-47, he even heard what sounded like a .50 cal. Sam didn't know though. His uncle was watching a movie on a portable DVD player in the back, one of those Stargate shows.
"Pardon me, could you turn the volume down?" Darla asked, and his uncle did. Then Sam knew it was an AK-47.
"Floor it!" Sam yelled to Darla, the last survivor from the store left.
Then a brute ran out of a building, the wall crumbling around it.
"HOLD ON TIHGT TO SOMETHING!!" Sam yelled to noone in particular. The brute hit the truck, sending it flying through the air, it landed upside down, then it rolled stopping in front of a large personel carrier, the large truck stopping just before it hit the truck.
The clatter of the .50 cal was loudest now. Sam looked next to him, and instantly wished he hadn't. Darla looked dead, but the grunts of pain from behind told him his uncle wasn't.
Before any zombie could get near, Sam crawled out the hole where the window was, dragging his uncle and Darla behind him, his weapons all hanging off him in random directions.

"Listen, Sergeant." Smith was saying. "I don't care what your orders are regarding civilians on the base, because they don't apply to me." He smiled, trying to appear as friendly -and intimidating- as he could.

"Sir, I just-"

"You just what, Sergeant?" Smith cut him off. "If you could open this gate soon, that would be helpful."

"Sir, I need..." The man stopped, waiting to be cut off.

"What? ID?" Without waiting for an answer, Smith took out his wallet and showed the hapless Sergeant who had drawn sentry duty his driver's license.

"You're cleared." The sergeant said in a defeated tone. "When the gate opens, drive on through."

"Thank you, Sergeant."

He saw the sergeant walk into the block office and pull a lever, and less then a handful of seconds later the main gate opened, and Smith drove the stolen Suburban through the main entrance at Fort Ripley.

Several minutes later, Smith found himself in front of the Duty Officer in the main building, wishing that he had his old uniform on he decided to speak.

"Duty Officer! On your feet!" He said it in the most commanding voice he'd had to use all day, and like clockwork the captain shot to his feet and snapped a salute.

"Sir!"

Returning his salute, Smith looked him over before deciding to continue. "Captain, do you think you could arrange a meeting between the CO and I for..." Smith looked at his wristwatch. "0950 today?"

"Sir, yes, sir!" The captain was in full parade ground mode.

"Then do so."

Without waiting for an answer Smith followed his feet to the CO's office and looked down at his watch. 0945....0947....0949....0950! Bringing the teenage he'd picked up in the nameless town with him into the office, he knocked on the CO's door.

"Come in." He heard and Smith turned the knob.

"Sir!" Smith saluted in a casual manner.

"At ease." The general looked him up and down for a moment before speaking. "Who the hell are you?"

The view of the massive brute took Vlad completely by surprise. Zaitsev stopped the humvee right on time, barely scratching the paint job. Vlad thought fast and fished a small syringe out of his pocket.

It was an anti-serum for a zombie of this kind.

He hadn't perfected it yet, but if there was anytime better to test it, now was the time. Yuri pumped round after round into the brute, covering Vlad's advance. He could see a couple of survivors around the wreckage of the truck. He'd have to check on them later.

He loaded the syringe into a small launcher and aimed carefully at the brute's head. He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

The syringe made direct contact.

Atrianna was currently in the back of the Humvee blasting whatever was chasing them, be it brute, limper or whatever counted as a cross between the two.

She cleared the last of the undead from behind them with her Sawed-off shotgun and ran to the front as the Humvee lurched to a halt.

What the hell is going on up there?

Atrianna could see Vlad and a few Russians outside the Humvee dealing with a large brute

Vlad and his friend were still busy with the brute, they didn't see another one of the infected come up around the Humvee and come after Vlad.

She had a debt to repay.

"VLAD GET DOWN!"

The russian solder must have heard her because he instantly hit the ground and thus was not in the way when two shotgun blasts ripped through the infected's head and continued on their way to bury themselves into a wall.

Vlad quickly got up and glanced at her.

Atrianna flashed him a smile.

Vlad looked at Attriana and nodded an appreciation. He then got back to the task at hand. He took out the detonator for the syringe that he had built himself and activated it.

He then pressed the red button and the Brute began to writhe back and forth in pain.

It then exploded and Vlad smiled.

He said aloud,"Well comrades, it works!"

His troops shouted in victory.

Atrianna heard the cheering of the Russian troops but she didn't join in.

Atrianna couldn't help but see how the brute had reacted to whatever Vlade had hit it with.

It had exploded.

"Vlad, whatever you hit the brute with made it explode. what kind of effect is that going to have on the uninfected? For all you know, it could do the same thing to uninfected innocents."

Sam watched the events unfold. The brute exploded in a violent and gory death, and the rest of the horde were running away like cowards.
Sam looked down at Darla, her arm was bent backwards, and her eyes had rolled into back into her head. Sam sniffled, just a little, then broke out into a sob. He didn't care about the zombies anmore, didn't care about the safe-zones, the survivors, anything. He'd just lost a good friend. Even if they'd just met a day ago.
Sam pulled his Desert Eagle out and fired point blank at her head, the top exploding. His uncle was sitting down next to the truck, retrieving his items he had packed.
Sam put the barrel of the gun to his temple, the coolness making him calm. He pulled the trigger. CLICK.
It seemed life wasn't going to let him die just yet.

Yuri tapped Attriana on the shoulder.

"The Comrade Major knows exactly what he used on that thing. He also probably knows exactly what that serum will do to regular humans. You were talking to Comrade Major Vladimir Rosokosovski, King of the Bio-industries, he builds all those things."

Yuri sat on the back of the humvee, letting the 50. cal cool off.



Vlad approached the two survivors near the destroyed truck.

"You two able to join us? I'd suggest it, together we can accomplish much."

Vlad brought the AK up when he noticed how well armed the survivors were.

"Second thought, come with us, you have no choice."

Sam looked at the russian, he was well armed for a supposed escaped prisoner, maybe there was more to his story. Sam hefted his Grendel over his shoulder, he knew an AK-47 could do nasty things to a person. Sam pulled the magazine out, the last three rounds having been expended in the last fight he had. He placed the empty in his backpack, and stepped towards the truck, holding the gun as high as he could now.
Before he entered the Large carrier, a Russian motioned for him to give him his rifle. Sam obliged, his Desert Eagle was hidden under his jacket. Luckily they didn't search him as he entered the back of the truck, and he found two more survivors, the woman he recognized as a merc, the man he didn't no though. His uncle climbed in after him, and Sam said to them all "Howdy" thowing on the largest grin he could manage, which was little to say the least.
He turned to the Russian guarding them, and said in a perfect russian, tainted by a small accent of american " How long do you expect to hold us for, hmm?"

Somehow, all the prisoners and the remaining Russians managed to fit into the ehavily damaged humvee. Also, even more surprisingly, one of the Americans spoke in nearly flawless Russian. Zaitsev elbowed Vlad.

"Guess what, this guy speaks Russian!"

Vlad smiled, "Well that's a new one. Hey, Comrades, we're in the presence of an American Russky!"

The other three Russians in the car began to chuckle and prepped themselves for the journey to the subway.

Vlad turned around in his seat to face the prisoners.

"How long do you expect us to hold you? Personally, I don't know, maybe a long time, but then again, you may want to stay with us. Our undead friends don't seem to like you that much."

Vlad smiled and sat back while Zaitsev chuckled once again. Yuri and Boris sat with the 50. cal, ready for anything. Vlad got out the map once again, and the journey back to the subway began.

"Well, Americans, at least stay with us until we reach base camp 1."

Coryn simply looked at his knife and then glanced back at Vlad's turned head.

"I suppose you won't mind telling us what you're doing in the US? And maybe what the deal is with some of those suits I saw?"

Vlad frowned, "You Americans do talk to much. We'll explain that to you soon, when we are not in danger."

Then something humorous caught Vlad's mind.

"Though the suit should be self-explanatory."

The Russians started chuckling once again. The something else caught onto Vlad's mind, something that he had not remembered for a long long time.

His mind brought him back to Chernobyl, Secret Test Facility 9, June 8, 1988. A year after the massive nuclear disaster...



Chernobyl Secret Test Facility, Many years earlier



Vladimir Rosokosovski looked out the chopper's window as they came toward the gray bunker of a test facility. He could still see the red and white smokestack rising from Reactor 4 of the Nuclear plant. It rose like a massive warning sign above a gray and desolate landscape.

Vlad checked his anti-Radiation suit for any leaks, for the best guess of what would happened if there was, was death. Vlad looked at the pilot, also in a radiation suit a he guided the small chopper to the ground. Vlad then looked out of the glass window at the a soldier and an officer, also in suits, came to greet them. Vlad opened the door and stepped out.

"Comrade Captain Rosokosovski, it is a pleasure to have you with us." Said the officer.

"The pleasure is all mine, Comrade General Lerechenko."

Vlad saluted sharply and the General saluted back, smiling.

"Well, Vlad, the tests are just beginning."

Lerechenko put a hand on Vlad's shoulder as a reassuring Father would. Ever since Vlad had joined the Officer's Academy, Lerechenko had been just like a Father when he took Vlad under his wing. Vlad owed a lot to the man, for Vlad had moved up the ranks at a shockingly fast speed. Not to mention that Lerechenko had been there every step of the way.

Vlad looked out at the gray landscape and the neighboring evacuated town of Pripyat. He could see all of the abandoned buildings and broken streets. It still made him shiver in fear as he stared out on the eery landscape. It made him wonder why the Soviet Union had placed a Testing Facility here. Perhaps for its secrecy? Or maybe just for its unique abilities due to the radiation? Vlad didn't know, nor did he want to know. But he was here, and for the testing of his first bio-chemical device.

"Vlad, you should be proud. Today is the day that we test the "Super Soldier" project."




Back at the present.


Vlad shook his head out of the memory, it was so long ago that it seemed like a dream, or more like a nightmare.

"Yes, once we reach the base camp, I will tell you."

Vlad sighed and rested the AK-47 on his lap.

Sam silently pulled the Desert Eagle out of his jacket, ejecting the empty clip that would've been his demise earlier. He grabbed the magazine before it could clatter to the floor, and put a new magazine in. He had enough spare bullets for 22 magazines, but only five magazines to fill.
Sam looked at the merc woman next to him, who was surprised, as if he shouldn't be able to carry the thing. He put his finger to his lips. This'll be our little secret,he tought to himself. The bio-chem suit had now lost its sterility, but he knew something the Russians didn't. The virus had little to no life-span in the air, and the suit wouldn't protect against the main forms of attack the undead gave out liberally. He read that in one Newspaper article he found somewherre, it was a warning to the rest of humanity. One that made little difference now.
Sam's uncle was allowed to drive a car that they had stolen,that held everything they packed, including the guns. Sam prayed they wouldn't need to use it, but the impossible had happened, so..., likewise, so must the inevitable.
The shambling corpses that wandered the road were quicly dispatched by one quick run-over by the Humvee. Sam heard the far-off roar of a brute, and wished he could simply get ahold of a few more 6.5 Grendel rounds.

Yuri heard a distinct click. He twitch his head towards the prisoners. He looked at the burly American near him who they'd just picked up. He glared and nodded that he knew something was amuck, he then tapped Boris next to him, who took the cue. Boris took out his Tokarev pistol and placed it in plain sight on his lap, the barrel pointed at the prisoners. It was there as a warning. Yuri smiled and got back on the 50. as he watced the roofs.

Vlad began directing Zaitsev to the subway, it would only be a few minutes now.

Sighing, Smith started to tell his story. After he had spent a good ten minutes telling about his journey to the Fort, the General's phone rang.

"Excuse me." The General said as he picked up the phone.

Looking away from the General to be polite, Smith looked around the room, noticing a distinct lack of the obligatory pictures of the person with somebody important. There was only a single picture on the wall, and it was a picture of a GI wading ashore in Operation OVERLORD, almost 65 years ago.

After a click announced that the general was done with his conversation, Smith turned back to find the general's mood had degenerated from bad to "I'm=thoroughly-pissed-don't-ask-me-about-anything-or-I'll-kick-your-ass".

Knowing better than to ask a Three-star General what had happened, Smith just sat there and bid his time.

"How good's your Russian?" The General asked after a few moments.

"Passable." Smith said. "Not the best, but I did work with some Russian speakers during Afghanistan... only language we had in common. Why?"

He almost hit himself after adding the last bit, but the General didn't seem to mind.

"We had a few Russian special forces detained in Chicago a few hours ago. I just got off the phone with the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs and the facility they were detained in was overrun with these 'Zombies' an hour ago... but we have between 2 and 7 Russian Special Forces running around our nation as it is, with an unknown amount of others..." The General's voice trailed off as he sighed in frustration.

"Anyway, how do you mind Black Hawks?"

Atrianna couldn't believe it.

The fool next to her was actually going to try and load his gun with the Russians in the car.

And then he put a finger up to his lips as if to say Our little secret.

Didn't the fool realize that they were a bit safer with the russians then without them?!

Atrianna simply shook her head in mock despair as one of the russians, Boris she believed, took out his Tokarev pistol and placed it on his lap, with the barrel pointing at the man next to her.

The man quickly put the pistol down.

Vlad seems to know what he's doing, I'll follow his lead

Sam saw the Russian manning the .50 cal pull out his old Tokarev, definitely a powerful pistol. Sam had no wish for the Russians to be dead, he just didn't like being unarmed, and didn't want the Russians to take his Desert Eagle.
Sam thought back to when his father got it for him last Christmas, it was the best present he'd ever, barreling past even the Jeep Wrangler Unlimited still parked in his driveway at home. At least he hoped, if anyone stole it heads would roll.
Sam spoke up, again in Russian, " I know where you can get more ammo for your Kalashnikov. I see only a few magazines on you, of which you probably used most, and your Tokarev's won't last you forever. There's a S.W.A.T. place not too far from here, and a Cabela's, and I can get you in, I just have one condition." the driver looked back at him " I get my rifle, and can call my brother" Sam pulled out his cell phone, waiting for the answer.

Sam got not response except for a quick exchange of words between Boris and Vlad, and a laugh. Sam hated it when people laughed at him. He sighed and looked around at the humvee, for something he could use. Sam looked at the strap for the gunners seat, and noticed there was a flaw, one that could cause the gunner man to fall if yanked too hard.
Sam reached for the zipper on his Bio-Chem suit and pulled down excruciatingly slow, so that no noise could come from it, and he made sure no one was looking the entire time. He reached into the suit and undid the clasp that held his pistol in the holster. Sam placed his hand back next to him, and waited for the opportune moment.
NOW he thought a little later after they hit another zombie, causing a slight lurch in the humvee. His hand shot up and hit the strap, causing Yuri to fall and hit the pat separating the seats between Sam and Atrianna. He grabbed Yuri's Tokarev, and pulled Yuri between him and the man with the gun.
Sam reached with his free hand and pulled out his Desert Eagle, and aimed it at the driver with his right hand. With his left hand he pointed the Tokarev at Boris, and Yuri was held up by his throat because he was crossing his arms around him.
" All right, this will be done quite quickly and easily if nobody moves" Sam said in Russian.
Suddenly, Vlad was turned around aiming his Tokarev at Sam like Boris was. Sam had reason to fear, then he had even more of a reason to fear.
" LOOK OUT!!" he yelled in English, and ducked behind Yuri. Vlad looked forward just in time to see a Telephone pole that disagreed with the speed they were doing, but just too late to avoid said telephone pole.
BANG!!
Almost everyone was knocked out instantly, except for Sam, he had a soft human cushion preventing that.

Atrianna awoke to see that nearly everyone was out cold. The last thing she remembered was that idiot trying to take control of the vehicle.

She aimed one her pistols at him.

"You just don't seem to get it. The russians know what they're doing, Now if you try and pull anything like this again...I swear i'll shoot you right between the eyes."

Just for good measure, Atrianna cracked him over his head with the butt of her shotgun, effectivly knocking him out.

She quickly got up next to vlad and started trying to wake him up.

"Vlad...vlad...Wake up vlad!" Atrianna had to smack him across the face a few times to wake him up.

Vlad got up looking very confused.

Atrianna figured he must not remember what had happended.

"That idiot back there tried to take control of the humvee, I woke up and knocked him out. You alright?"

Vlad nodded once.

"Good, we need to wake the others up, there's no telling when our "Friends" out there are going to show up."

Vlad nodded dizzily once again.

"Are you sure your alright?"

Vlad nodded his head and went to wake up the russian on the 50cal. Atrianna quickly went to work trying to wake up Boris.

I hate helicopters.

That thought had been playing over and over in Smith's head as he was riding in the Black Hawk headed towards Chicago for the past few hours. While it wasn't the fastest mode of transportation ever invented in the world, it did move him, a few Green Berets and the boy he'd picked up at the gas station along with the pilots and two soldiers on M-60's.

He felt almost back at home in his uniform, the General had quickly re-activated him and had assigned him to "Detached Duty", with enough authority to do most anything he needed.

He looked out the door of the UH-60 and down to the street, they weren't that far off the ground, only a good 100 feet or so. He could make out a HMMWV that had crashed into a telephone pole.

"Captain Brightling, if you could take us down?" He phrased it like a request, but he knew that the pilot would treat it as a mandate from God.

Slowly the UH-60 touched down on the street, thankfully there weren't many Zombies around...

Grabbing an M-4A1 from the rack on the wall, Smith walked over to the HMMWV and peered inside...

There were several people in Bio-chem suits -the Ruskies he supposed-; a woman with a shotgun had been talking to one of the Ruskies prior to his approach.

He rapped on the frame of the vehicle and made a quick gesture to the M-60 gunners on the helo to both cover him.

"You mind telling me who you are to have stolen military property?" He opened the conversation.

Sam awoke later, with a nasty bump on his head. He was in a Helo, making its way towards,... he didn't know. and he didn't care. Sam was just happy to be rid of the Russians.
At leas so he thought. then he noticed Yuri tied up next to him, as was some unknow russian soldier.
" Dang it!" Sam said in Russian, just so they could hear it. Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, opening it up and showing his military ID.
" I am Lt. Sam Larson, I was forcively thrown in that busted up Humvee you saw back there, and tried to comandeer if back." He glanced over at Yuri. " after we crashed some She-merc knocked me out, I want all of those scoundrels locked up!"
" Yeah Yeh buddy, guess what? They know soemthing aobu tthis, so there getting dropped off soon enough, oh and lookey here, guess who just pulled guard duty for the RUssians, Its you . So shut up and hunker down, your in for one rough night"
Sam looked at the russians again, proud that he could repay the favor of everything that had happened, but also sad, he wouldn't be able to hit Atrianna, she wasn't one of the Russians.
"Wait where is my Uncle?" Sam inquired in Russian. Yuri laughed.
" I killd him, he was annoying, like you!" Befoer Sam knew what had happened, Sam was holding Yuri by his throat and then dropping him out of the Helo, plumetting down a hundred meters utnil he met his fate at the hands of an anxiously awaiting Demon.

Atrianna could see that Yuri was down on the ground and he was having trouble breathing.

Atrianna was usually able to suprise people, she didn't look strong, but she could lift about 300 punds.

And yet even she was having trouble with Yuri

She managed to get the injured Russian to the humvee,

"He's alive, but he's pretty badly beat up."

Vlad then suprised her with a question she had never seen coming.

"Why are you helping him?"

"Because...I feel like you and your men are some of the only people I can really trust, you and your men treated me well, even when you thought I was infected. Anyone else would have blown my brains out. I've got your back on this, till the very end."

And then Atrianna heard someone rapping on the window.

She quickly moved over into the driver's side of the humvee and quietly started the engine.

Vlad was currently in no condition to drive, he was still a bit dizzy after the crash.

She mouthed a question at him

Should we make a break for it?

Sam Walked into the Camp, he was talking to Sgt. Jackson.
" I want those Russians dead, and that nasty merc woman, Atrianna. The other guy I could care less, but since he seems to be siding with them, the more in the grave the better."
Jackson stopped him there. " Listen, I know your upset about your uncle, and the other survivors, but we're sending you out after them soon enough, just a simple watch mission, no shooting and no killing, just see what their up to. I was hardly able to get you the mission as it is. You killed the Russian, He was protected by the government of Russia, they have a right to be here!"
Sam looked down. He thought of the last thing Atrianna said to him before she knocked him out.
"...The Russians know what they're doing..." Sam sighed, she was right. He was just pissed off about the world, and was going crazy from how the Russians were acting to him. They had no right to pull him off the street.
Sam sighed again.
" Alright, when do I Head out?" Sam inquired. So I can finish what I started! He thought to himself.
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Note: Nothing Against you Commander Q, My Characters just in a Blind Rage, But don't worry It will blow over in a few post or so.

He saw the woman mouth out "Should we make a break for it". While his lip reading was imperfect, his rather slap-dash training by a relatively friendly NCO did allow him to read it out slightly.

He sighed and drew out his .45 and shot the window, twice, breaking it. He then put it back in his holster and drew out the M-4.

"Alright!" He yelled in Russian. "Out of the Humvee! And keep your hands where I can see them!"

((Jedi: What the heck is going on???? I'm rather... lost with what your character is doing... and, for the record, it's Lieutenant Colonel Hannibal Smith, not Sergeant.))

Alright quick break from the story, for a few posts atleast. Alright. so forever, you showed up, and i skipped ahead, to where we were flying off in the helo, sorry for the skip, and everyone was in the helo, but then Chevron had herself and Vlad back in the Humvee, so I modified my story, and sorry about the rank mix up, i was going by memory and was drawing the Seargent rank from your conversation with the guard.
Anyway, So i was heading back to base so i could get some quick 5 minute R&R, and then would be shoved out to folow the Russians to see wehre they are heading. and just for Clarification, I killed yuri, sorry, but when he fell a hundred meters ( about 300 feet or so) he landed next to a Demon ( the long tongued freaks) and would be killed even if he survived the fall. Plus I was pissed off because the story was going in 100 different directions, none of them the desired on for me, but hey thats life when you have zombies:D
anyway, anyone want to put in a quick few pointers or something do so know, the next few posts are going to be a Q&A type of thing, just seeing where we are heading with the story and what not.
Edit: Now I'm Confused, alright, so I hitched a ride to the Camp after this, because i snuck away, lets go with that, and I still killed Yuri, but now i'm changing the Seargent Guy so it will flow a bit better, this story is really getting messed up

Atrianna winced as the solder shot the window twice.

Time to take the incentive

"This vehicle was abandonded on the side of the road when we found it. We needed to use it to escape from the infected. I clamed this vehicle as salvage."

Sam went out to follow the Russian team, if he was right, which he was, he'd be on their trail in a few minutes.
Sam breathed in the fresh night air, the coolness clearing his mind. The slight scent of pine was overpowered by the stench of rot, but it still calmed much more. Sam loaded up his M8, A 5.56x45mm Assault rifle made to replace the M16.
Sam jumped out of the Helo, with a team of four men, all armed similarly, except for SGT. Jackson, who was armed with an M60. Sam grabbed the rope infront of him, slowing his descent from a splat ont he ground to light foot tap. Sam ran over to the nearest vehicle, a large Hummer, with a sun roof.
Sam entered the unlocked driver door, and pulled down the visor, where the keys fell out.
Sam set his M8 next to him, and inserted the keys into the ignition. the other men all came in, all buckling in except for Jackson, who jumped inbetween the two men in the back, opening the sunrood for a quick MG port.
Sam smiled. He was clear minded now, he didn't intend on killing the Russian, but if one of them even reached for their Kalashnikovs, or if that Merc-Woman even looked like she was thinking about clonking him he wouldn't be able to resist shooting out their knee-caps.
Sam shook his head, the thought was ludicrous ,after all, no one will stand up against for heavily armed men, one with an MG, and the others with Assault rifles, and Sam staying as far back as possible with his M24 Sniper.
Sam shook his head again, He shouldn't even think about it, before he was trying to be impressive and trying to be a hero, now he would be a Recon Soldier, simply watch and retrieve, no shooting unless shot at. And Sam knew the Russians, and Atrianna, Wouldn't be able to resist blowing him full of wholes.
" We'll be starting off slowly" Sam informed the team as he started the Hummer, driving off in the general direction of the Russian Spec-Ops.
Sam Just hoped He wouldn't have to Kill everyone.

They had managed to lose their pusuers.

Vlad had quietly told her to gun the engine and make a break for it.

And they had made it, despite being shot at, despite losing Yuri, despite the fact that the infected were everywhere, they had made it.

Now the Humvee was parked at what was now being called "Base camp 1" along with the surviving russian solders.

Atrianna had stayed behind to watch for signs of pursuit. And look at that...it was her lucky day!

Vlad had let her use a sniper rifle that they had found in the back of the humvee...Atrianna was already skilled with weapons like this, so it wasn't much of an issue.

The man who had killed Yuri was in her targeting scope right at this moment. He looked so confident in the window of the humvee...so secure...He had no idea what was about to happen to him.

"For Yuri," she whispered as she pulled the trigger.

Atrianna watched a dark splot of blood appear in the window of the humvee, she saw the man who had killed Yuri sag in his seat. she could hear shouting and yelling from the humvee

Atrianna quickly hurried back toward the russian camp

There was a bright searing flash of pain, then Sam was out, he was knocked out. Sam awoke later, his right arm was in pain, they were miles from the Supposed Base Camp one.
" Guess what guys, We've Been shot at, We can kill them all!" Jackson said to everyone, but mostly to Sam. Sam was in charge of the mission after all.
" Hand me my rifle, I don't care about the Russians, The Merc is Mine, only she would've been able to make such a shot. And screw the ROE how abouts? Where are we?" Sam said. Jackson showed him a map, they were two miles from the Russians. Sam grabbed his cross necklace and kissed it for good luck. Sam stood up, and he sat back down instantly, holding back a scream of pain. Sam put his M8 behind him and grabbed the M24.
Sam and the rest of the squad made there way towards the camp, no fire was coming on them. They made it with in a half a mile of the camp and left Sam there to snipe any resistance. This time Sam had his full body armor one, no shot would get to him. Sam took aim and waited for the signal, a Cs ( tear gas) can flew into the midst of the soldiers and the merc. Sam would make sure that Atrianna died, or at least scream like a baby, if it was the last thing he did. Sam kissed his cross for good luck one last time before sighting in.

Smith frowned and sighed as the HMMWV sped away. "Well, that went great." He muttered.

He then walked over to a body on the ground that he'd just noticed. Dragging him to the Helo he wrestled with the body before eventually getting him into a seat and buckling him in.

"Pilot." He said through his mike.

"Yes?"

"Can you follow that Humvee?"

"Sure thing, that MF'er is practically putting up a sign saying 'Here I am!'"

"Do it." Smith ordered and turned back to the body sitting in the chair.

Cursing to himself again, Smtih reached into the man's back pocket and withdrew his wallet. Flipping it open, he extracted his military ID. "Lieutenant Sam Larsen." He muttered to himself before putting the ID back into the wallet and the wallet back into Larsen's pocket.

Where do I know that name from...

A few hours earlier, back on the Helo
"Why did you do that?" the Lieutenant Colonel asked Sam. Why would he even bother with such a question, the man claimed to have killed his uncle.
" Are you deaf? He said he killed my uncle!" Sam shouted over the roar of the motor wings.
Smith looked at him, then said " Your Uncle is in the Other helo, he's perfectly fine. The Russky was just getting on your nerves, and from the story he told us, he kinda had good reason!"
Sam stayed quiet for most of the rest of the ride to the camp.
In the present...
Sam sighted in on the merc, she was already putting her gas mask on, but the russians were too confident, they had left them in ther packs by their tent.
Jackson and the rest of the team filed in, three men armed with automatic weapons. Atrianna fired her Sawed-Off Double Barrel Shotgun, easily hitting the nearest soldier in the chest, not killing him though. His kevlar prevented that.
The russians, including the captain, were on the ground crawling around for their mask. The squad were binding them up, including the she-merc. Her double-barrel had run out long ago. As had her luck.

Alright...so where the heck am I in the midst of all of this? We were all in the humvee and it was going smoothly until suddenly people started getting shot and what-not.

From what I can tell, you were in the Humvee I unsucessfully hijacked, so your still with the Russians, and Atrianna. so you'd be at Base Camp 1, But not at the fire with the Russians/Atrianna. They were the only ones mentioned. Do with that what you will

Coryn awoke in the Humvee. He had rammed his head sharply into the seat in front of him. It was no wonder that he had been out for so long. He raised his head and then cursed. The pain was like a sharp metal pole gouging through his skull. At last, however, he arose and looked around.

What the heck? What happened?

There was no one in the humvee. But there was one thing: a Tokorev pistol. Grabbing the weapon, he got out of the vehicle and searched. He was, presumably, at the Russians' base. And then he heard weapons' fire.

Running, he noticed a fight occurring between US military soldiers and the Russians. And Atrianna. Soon the US soldiers had all of them bound. He could hear the US soldiers talking, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. They were not facing him. But Atrianna, luckily, was. He motioned quickly, and she glanced at him.

The US soldiers had no idea that there was one enemy left. Assuming that he was siding with the Russians, of course. But, all things taken into account, he'd better be safe than sorry.

If I am going to do something, I had better do it now.

As the US soldiers all turned their backs to the prisoners for a brief time, he waited to see if the Russians would give him a signal.

Sam slowly made his way towards the camp, his whole body hurt from what Atrianna did to him. When he was 100 feet out he noticed everybody, except for Atrianna, was looking at their captors. She was looking towards the bushes, with a smirk on her face. Sam could guess who was there. WHen he got to the camp, the soldiers had already sent most of the russians to their tents, bound and gagged. Atrianna was left out, Sam would have a word with her later. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, as did a scream ,a heavily Russian accented scream. Sam ran into the tent to find Mendez, one of the soldiers, standing over a Russian corpse. Not the Captain's.

Coryn noticed Atrianna smirking.

What should I do?

Then, he waited. Like always. He waited for the event to pass. He knew that he didn't have the courage to do what needed to be done. But now wasn't the time. He needed the right opportunity, and then....

The prisoners were moved to tents, all except Atrianna. Then, as he moved forward, taking cover as he went, he noticed a man standing somewhere off to the right.

Then there was a gunshot. And the man ran into a tent.

This is my chance.

Coryn bolted forward, did his best to get Atrianna unbound. She wasn't completely free, but she could move.

They both ran into the trees. Coryn noticed a guard running towards them. With his gun raised.

Coryn pointed. And fired. The guard dropped. They kept running. If they were to rescue the others, they had to maintain caution and patience.

I just hope the Russians last that long.

Sam shot Mendez on site. The Russians were to be kept alive, not killed.
Jackson ran in, his M60 trained on Sam. Sam dropped his Colt, his hands behind his head. Then he grabbed his knife, where he kept it strapped to his vest behind him. He plunged the knife deep into Jackson's hand, slamming the blade into the pole supporting the tent.
Christ! Everyone here is Crazy! Sam thought to himself as he picked up Jackson's knife, and his own Colt. Sam ran to the Captains tent, cutting the binding that held him, then he was being throttled by the captain.
" T-truce!" Sam managed to sputter out in a hasty Russian.
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Edit: Anyone know where CQ is? This is his turn to decide wether i'm going to miraculously survive being left behind, or if i get a second chance ( I'm really hoping for the second one)

((I'm still wondering why the hell you got the job of leading an "attack" on the Russian's base camp.))

Smith ground his teeth, that Nineteen year-old Punk had decided that leading a charge into a Russian camp was a good idea! Gesturing to the four Green Berets on board his helo, he ordered the pilot to let them get off and provide covering fire, if needed.

He led the four Green Berets into the base camp. Then, the distinctive chatter of Automatic Weapons was heard.

"Oh damn." He muttered. He turned the safety off on his M-4 and heard the Green Berets do the same behind him.

Suddenly, a man wearing combat fatigues walked out of a tent, hoisting an M-4. Making sure it wasn't Larsen, Smith raised a hand in greeting.

The man shot at him!

He missed, thankfully, but it deserved a response. Smith dropped his bead right on the man's head and depressed his trigger, firing 3 bullets into him.

"Move out, free the Russians if you can and explain the situation. If you find Lieutenant Larsen, incapacitate him, he seems to have gone beyond his orders."

Smith cursed to himself as he spit into the ground. He hated it when kids took matters into their own hands.

( Didn't shoot at you yet forever, just the other guys killing the russians, and I quess the camp was stretched thin on guards, so they sent me out. Plus, I have the Experimental M8 assault rifle, not an m4, so it must be some wacko, or you can change it to me)
Sam stepped out of the tent, Vlad trailing close behind. Their AK's were nearby, thankfully, and the other guy, Coryn, and Atrianna stepped out. Sam took the moment to quickly explain what had happened. There would be a momentary truce between them. Suddenly, the chopper came into view.
Sam didn't like the look of hte Pilot, Or the LtCol. Suddenly, the distinctive whirr of an M134 Vulcan ( A Minigun) was heard over the loud noise of the chopper blades.
" Ah, hell!" SAm exclaimed before running into the nearby Humvee. THere was almost no protection against heavier SABOT rounds, which Sam was pretty sure a minigun doesn't fire, but it might just get them out of here for hte moment.

"He's breaking for it." Smith lined up a shot on Larsen, aiming for a non-lethal shot and depressed the trigger, a single shot fired and hit him in the side, thankfully away from any vital organs.

Rushing over to the now-fallen Lieutenant, Smith looked down at his other side and whistled slightly. There was a Large -with a capital L- hole in his side. Pulling out a morphine injector from his kit, Smith injected it into his system and picked him up in a fireman's carry, praying that he didn't royally screw-up Larsen's body.

Laying him in the Helo and giving the pilot orders to take him to the nearest hospital, Smith turned to face the others who were assembled.

"It seems that the young Lieutenant has surpassed his orders." He said a little curtly. "Now, if you could provide a proper explanation this time instead of just leaving?"

((Never intended it to be you Jedi, just the fourth member of the team.))

Vlad cursed loudly as he back away slowly. He was undeniably infuriated.

Yuri was dead. It hadn't hit him until now. Not only was Yuri one of the best men of the group, but he was also a good friend. A deep emptiness filled Vlad's heart. And it was then filled with anger.

"The Americans will pay."

Vlad stuck a hand in his uniform and produced a small radio. A radio meant for situations of extreme danger to an operation.

It crackled to life.

"Comrade Major, this radio is under protocol 17 of a Red Light Alert status. Current situation?"

Vlad kept the small radio hidden.

"Command, we are currently in the hands of American troops again. They are indeed a scum to the operation. Do I have permission to engage in Operation Tarnished Eagle?"

The man on the other side of the radio didn't respond immediatley.

"Yes, that Operation has been cleared for engagement. Commence as soon as possible to Staging Area 1. Over and out."

The radio died and Vlad tossed it into a nearby refuse pile.

Vlad followed the American very carefully now, perhaps an oppurtunity would present itself soon.

"American, you tell us your buisness before you expect us to follow anything."

Atrianna had been watching Vlad, He had just lost a good friend there was no telling if he would do anything drastic.

But Vlad seemed to be in control of his emotions at the moment, but there was no telling how long that was going to last.

She watched Vlad throw away a small radio, and to Atrianna's eyes, he looked angry.

Atrianna waited until he was done shouting and then she walked up to him

"I just want you to know, I'm going to help you get even for Yuri, no matter what it takes. If it makes you feel any better, I did manage to get a shot off at the man who killed him and I did manage to hurt him. The next shot is yours"

Vlad nodded a thank you to Attriana's kindness.

"Thank you for trying, but the kill won't be necesarry for now. I thank you nonetheless."

Vlad turned back towards the American choppers. Her voice and sayings had indeed calmed him down quite a bit, but their was still a fight to be had. And Vlad needed an idea, fast.

( Going by Forever's story, I was captured, sorry CQ)
( And sorry for that Forever, I read it wrong.)
Sam woke up, once again in pain ,but this time, there were no Russians. Nor was there a Helo to transport him. Now he was in a cell, like the ones jails had.
" How the hell did I get here?" Sam thought to himself. Then a voice crackled as if over an Intercom.
" Well, you were shot down, nothing fatal mind you, but you killed your squad, that is unacceptable!"
" But-" Sam began, but he was interrupted by the voice.
" But nothing, you will be held for a trial, then most likely executed. Or thrown to the zombies, wich ever one."
Sam looked down, he was peeved. WHere had this become a giant cluster crap.
" Right after the Humvee" Sam muttered to himself. If he wasn't trying to be so heroic, if he hadn't tried to look impressive for the merc, they'd probably be safe at Base Camp 1, no problems involved, just the Russians working on whatever and them probably free to do whatever.
" Too late now, I'll live with the consequences of not hinking with your brain and instead, thinking with your b-" But Sam was interrupted again by the voice.
" We've got a Medic to treat some of your wounds." The door buzzed, and it unlocked to show a beautiful nurse, carrying a bottle of meds and some water.
" Well, maybe this isn't so bad after all" Sam mused to himself.
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PS: The story seems to be panning out now, or at least its not in shambles, I'll be less of a dufus from now on. Promise.
PPS: IT's Actually Spelled Larson, not Larsen, just for your info Forever.
PPS: Ok, thanks for that info Forever. I wonder how my character will do now... He's probably dead anyway. Besides, Jackson wasn't killed, just stabbed in the hand, and Mendez went SEC 8, so he was a probable threat that was dealt with quickly, albeit wrongly. But then again, I don't think the Army provided those new plastic tie hancuffs for the mission, just enough for the Russians.

"American, you tell us your buisness before you expect us to follow anything."

Smith frowned briefly. Follow??? He then smiled as the proverbial fog lifted. "Ah, you see, Russian, I was sent by JCOS (He said it Jay-Koss) to check out what the hell Russian Special Forces were doing on American soil, considering that it was your bomb that Al-Qaeda set off we're reasonably suspicious. Now, add in that you stole American Military Property and kidnapped several American citizens and an Officer." Not that that boy can be called an Officer, deserting and going into a killing spree. "Well, it doesn't take a genius to see that your case is severely lacking on my end."

Smith hadn't been able to catch the entire conversation that the Russian had had on the radio prior to their 'conversation' but he was able to get the words 'American' 'Scum' and 'Tarnished Eagle'

"And, two more things, if you don't mind." Smith said, hoping that he hadn't spaced out too much. "Why the hell do the Russians have an entire complex set up here and what does 'Tarnished Eagle' mean." He said 'Tarnished Eagle' in their Russian form.

((Jedi: You mess up on my rank, I mess up on your name... fair's fair. Oh, and you'd be tried under the UCMJ, which doesn't provide for a jury trial.))

Yuri Schmitz walked and his combat team marched out of a building, it was surrouned by barbed wire and the windows were borded up also. "Ok guys you know the job head out into the streets and look for a highway out of here." Yuri said. He heard about the quarintine that had been placed a few hours ago. He aimed his MP5 at the zombie that was approaching him. He shot at least 15 rounds at it. "They're adapting, getting smarter." Lieutenant Vincent said. Vincent took his sqaud and they parted ways. Yuri sat in the back of the pickup truck his sqaud was using. A noise came over the radio, "This is Corporal John Mitchell of the M.P.D. i have found a route of the city through the hospitia i will wait at the entrance of the hospitial for only 30 minuetes then im out of here!" Yuri glanced at the rado he loaded a clip into his MP5, "We're going hospitial Vincent divert your sqaud from the highway search and head to the hospitial."

The American definately had the facts stacked against Vlad. But he was slightly incorrect on the Americans, but Vlad wasn't in the mood for correcting. He hated to divulge information of the Russian Special Forces, but everything seemed pretty public, and he may need to kill the people here should they cause a problem.

"Well, American, I will divulge a little to you. The world knows America isn't powerful enough to handle this new infestation. It is too widespread and must be stopped. So, the UN held a meeting onto who should be the one to handle the problems. My Motherland volunteered, and I was given the task. Our mission has few objectives, such as to find the cure for this disease. Also, to handle and destroy any form of leadership in the zombie hordes, which I doubt there are, but they're evolving very very fast."

Vlad paused to let it sink in, "And the final precaution, to save my Motherland's reputation as a savior of the world. My orders are simple along those lines. Destroy anything and everything that should hinder the success of the operation. Even if that hinderance is the entire United States Army. So, please, cooperate."

The final order brought another wave of distant memories to mind, and the American officer speaking to him reminded him all too much of a man that Vlad knew many years ago.


Chernobyl Secret Test Facility, Many Years Earlier



Young 18-year-old Vladimir Rosokosvski stood with Major General Lerechenko in the main testing facility. They stared into a room that was surrounded by a glass barrier with a gaurd at each corner, patrolling as usual.

Then the door behind them opened, and out walked all of the Soviet Unions' highest ranking officers. They had come to observe this new "Super-Soldier" chemical.

The man with the most medals on his chest came over to shake General Lerechenko's hand.

"Ah! Comrade General, it is good to see you again!"

The Fieldmarshal shaking Lerechenko's hand then looked at young Vladimir.

"Ah, Comrade Captain! It is good to finally meet the illustrious Rosokosovski! Lerechenko has told us much on your exploits!"

Vladimir smiled and shook the Fieldmarshal's hand.

"It is an honor to meet you Fieldmarshal Konstantinov."

It was indeed a great honor to shake the Marshal's hand. This man had been involved in practically every fight since the end of WW2, making him one of the great heroes of the Motherland. It only made sense that he wanted to see this chemical that would boost the fighting capability of his troops.

Vlad shook hands with the rest of the High "Brass." He then had them all seated in front of the glass test facility.


Vlad stood in front of them all, "Comrades, today you will witness the single most important chemical of our time. It will boost our army's strength indefinately, and shower our treasuries coffer's with money that will keep us funded perhaps for the next millenia. Every army and country will seek to have it from us, bringing in money that will help us enlarge the already massive Soviet Army. It will make us the most powerful country in the world!"

Vlad paused and brought a hand to point at the test facility.

"I present to you the Super-Soldier serum."

A door in the test facility opened and two Russian soldiers dragged in a resisting skinny and scrawny prisoner from the Serbian death camps. It was ideal to transform such a weak man into the first of the Army's Elite. The two Russian soldiers put the man on a table. They then strapped the man down, so as to prevent escape during testing.

Then a man in a white lab coat walked into the glass test facility, carrying a small syringe. All the Russian guards prepped their weapons and aimed them at the prisoner, if the experiment should go wrong.

The man in the lab coat walked next to the prisoner on the table and pulled up the man's sleeve. He then stuck the syringe in his arm and let the chemical course through the prisoner's body. The lab coated man stepped away and watched.

The unexpected happened, and the prisoner began to writhe back and forth, trying to get out of the straps. But it was no use. The prisoner then began to mutate, his body parts becoming larger and stronger, but at the same time creating a monster of unknown preportions.

Vlad stood horrified as he watched the creation of the first brute.


Back at the present...


Vlad shook his head hard and refused to remember the rest that happened. The rest would have to come for another time.

He became angry again.

"Operation Tarnished Eagle is for my knowledge, and mine alone, American."

Vlad took a step back and stared at the Chopper nearby, then at the holding cells where his men and weapons were being kept. An idea came to mind.

Sam looked as the nurse put pain killer in a syringe and stuck it in his side.
"Gahh! What the Hell happened to my side?" Sam yelled out.
The voice came over the intercom again.
" You can thank LtCol. Smith for that. Be happy you lived, you almost died on the table."
Sam was peeved. If he got a shot at the LtCol, he'd take it. Sam shook his head. That's what got him in trouble in the first place. He laid back down on the cot and rested, dreaming of death and blood. And his girlfriend.
God, I hope she's alive! He thougt to himself.

Smith saw the Russian's eyes stray over to the... "Jesu Christo! Are those holding pens?"

He confirmed it to himself before speaking into his radio to get the Green Berets over to his position. "Let them out." He said. "Just, don't give them their weapons until you think they're less inclined to go on a murderous rampage."

The Green Beret he was talking to, a Captain, nodded before turning with his three men and doing just that.

"Listen, Russian, I've been up since Oh-dark-thirty yesterday, so, excuse me if I'm rude, but what in Dante's Nine-circles are you doing setting up a base here on American Soil?"

Then the rest of the Captain's statement sunk in. Secure my motherland's reputation as the savior... as the savior "Mon dieu." He whispered. "It was on purpose, wasn't it." He spoke in a louder voice. "You bastards sold it on purpose to Al-Qaeda."

Vlad glared at the American.

He's a good thinker, but he knows too much. The KGB would've liked him, a pity they're gone.

Nonetheless, Vlad kept his mouth shut while he thought carefully. Then he knew how he would answer.

"Orders are orders, but it's not what it seems."

Vlad watched the gaurds let his men out. He could tell that his men were also frustrated over Yuri's death, also that they were temporarily prisoners.

Vlad looked at the American officer again, "It would take too long to explain."

Once again, the image of the officer accompanying Fieldmarshal Konstantinov at the Chernobyl test flashed through Vlad's mind.

Smith matched the Russian's glare with one of his own.

"Give me the condensed version. Make no mistake, Russian, you are a prisoner. You may have a weapon and you may be 'free' but you are a prisoner until I decide that you will go free. And if I don't get a damn good explanation you're not going to see outside a cell in Leavenworth for a long time"

((Hey, I'm not going to be on for the next few days. Just thought it worth noting.))