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The tanks moved closer around Russia's borders in stealth. The allied with KTIC advanced from the north and above, as well as the south-west and below. From the south-east, China was out for revenge, and from the far east, KTIC's closest allies, Japan, settled from the sea and from the northern outskirts through Siberian-Russo territory.

A fast-approaching snow-storm hit the fronts where the squadron she'd been traveling with was. She was standing outside, armed, but not too worried. Russia was now cornered within itself and had nowhere to reatreat, much less any allies. They were too stubborn to ally themselves with anyone. All they would do was use other communist-socialist countries as puppets. Their only real "alliance" was with the Yugoslavian nations, which in themselves, had been taken by force due to past issues between gov't and people.

She leaned against the tank she'd been in, now outside of it, listening to a radio that played a soft tune. Far from where she had just been a few hours ago, Hong Kong, the northern Siberian winds whipped through her cheeks, turning them rosy from the warm blood she had just re-gained after her abdominal accident. She was at least glad her blood was able to keep up with her fighting spirit...to an extent. Nei Ji High School was now almost a distant memory, that was soon to be erased -more or less- as the war slowly and silently crept back into her head.

She began humming a soft tune from a Frank Sinatra album, and drank a hot coffee to keep her awake in case of attack. A smile came across her face. A winter like this struck the same way in the old days of the civil war. Back when KTIC was in it's primitive times and weapons tech wasnt even around. All those years ago, they didn't have an actual leader, but she was around. All it really was was a war organization of neo-crusaders. In those days, it was more free to show your true light. And back then, just as now, a partnership was always the most valuable way towards a fight to victory.




She sat down in the snow, as a soldier approached her, holding out the black kitten that'd followed her from Hong Kong in one of her baggages. "I take it he belongs to you, since he was found in your bag, ma'am? I could get rid of it if you don't need it." The kitten squirmed in his hand and mewed.

"What are you? Dim? The cat's mine." She stands up and takes the kitten from him. The little furball shivered some snowflakes off its fur and jumped up on her shoulder and hid behind her neck. The solider salutes and walks back to his post.

"What're you doing here?" She asked the kitten softly, petting it on the head and scratching its chin. A soft purr was heard as the kitten rubbed itself against her cheek. "You should have stayed back in the hotel. This weather is no place for something as frail as you." She let out a soft sigh and smiled at the little cat.

"Copy that!" the radioman from the tank yells out. She overheard the yells between the radiomen and the soldiers that were controling the radio soundwaves.

"Status?" She jumps back up and into the tank. The recorded is let to replay the conversation between Miraldo and one of his generals.

"We've also picked up a detonation not too far from here. Seems someone else is setting off bombs." the soldier report, tipping his cap back and sighing.

"I see. Any further details?" she lifts her cap off letting down a stream of red hair.

"Uh..." the soldier stares at her hair for a second, then resumes "... the satellite picked up a black Mercedes headed towards Russia. Unknown license plate."

"He's headed into their trap. We've gotta find that Miraldo b*****d before it's too late. As you were." she runs out of the tank and grabs one of the Mercedes-Benz transport vehicles and sets it to its highest gear and revs the engine to warm it up.

"Fuhrer, this is suicide! Where are you going?!" one of the generals runs after her.

"I'm doing something that should have been done a long time ago." she snaps back at him and takes the M16a2 he held on his shoulder, handing him the luger that was sitting in the seat.

"You can't! Not alone!" he proceeds to entering the vehicle to assist in the mission.

"Back off, general! This is my mission. Your's is to take care of my troops. Is that clear?" she straps the M16a2 to her shoulder and fastens her seatbelt. "Now go!" She revs up the engine and sets it in 5th gear. The smoke emits from behind and fires the vehicle forward and away from the troop's camp in a matter of a few seconds. Now all that was left to face her was countless bullets from China and Russia... and a certain Russian scumbag to eliminate once and for all.

She grunts with disgust as the smell of gunpowder and dead bodies from a nearby village she passes emits the stench. "Why am I always stuck doing the dirty work. Nobody can take orders these days..." she zooms past the villages and over a bridge. She kept driving until it felt like there was nothing but a never-ending road ahead of her until she passed by a body and screeched to a halt. She recognized the face. It was Liake. He was lying dead on the road with a radio in his hand. She leaped out and took a small pen-like object out of her pocket, checking the radio to see if there was a bomb installed into it. As it turned out, there was nothing. Just a plain radio. She took it and set it in the passenger seat and pulled the dead body off the road and threw it over the cliff that was right in sight. "Disgusting son of a b***h..." she watched the body fall until it disappeared and fell into the river.

She ran back into the car to hear a radio message being sent back and forth between the Russian companies. "Can't these idiots do anything right? They honestly think I'm gonna fall for that." She picks up the radio and throws it toward the cliff. As it flies, it detonates and explodes. "Hah. Anti-heat seeking detonator. So you suckers really are watching. Well, watch as I kill your brain-dead leader next." She turns on the engine to the Mercedes-Benz transport vehicle and drives off in the direction she hoped she'd find Russia's troops. She zoomed past a large crater in the road. "Looks like I'm on the right track. But where the hell could he be hiding?"

She was on the other side of a higher peak of a mountain when she noticed smoke and gunfire sounding from across the hills. She looked back to the transport vehicle's gas. It was almost completely out.

"Dammit. How the hell do I do this. I can't... fly over." she whispers to herself and breathes out. "I'm gonna get discovered if I do that..." she leans forward at the edge of the cliff and lets herself fall. "But I have no choice..." she is falling head-first and keeps her body completely straight like a knife, which caused her to pick up more and more speed as she feel down. The clouds below her now started becoming the tops of trees. "I hope I know what I'm doing..." she stares straight ahead and lets her eyes become that golden fire once again as some sort of barrier begins to slow her fall.

She slowly comes to a halt as flash of light rips through the back of her uniform and zips her across the forest and up the mountain side. She reaches where the battle had been taking place and watches from above as a Mercedes zips past the people targeting it. It swerved around and about, dodging bullets and shells. She watches as a shell is fired toward the vehicle. She knew it was going to hit the vehicle directly. "God's gonna have my a** for this. But I cant let him die." She holds out her hand and captures the shell using a telekenetic-type of power that bound the shell in a white light and sent it hurling back at the enemy. It hit one of the helos flying above the vehicle, and it came tumbling and crashing down on one of the Russian transport vehicles that had been chasing after the car.

She watches as the enemy is slowed down a bit and disappears with the light when the clouds moved away and the sun suddenly began to shine. "Be careful..." she whispered.

A man walks into the elevator and starts commanding stuff to the woman in Russian. She scoffs back at him and comments, still gripping onto Thrie's collar. The man reachers into his coat pocket and pulls a German luger to her head.

His eyes were covered by a black fedora cap which held a white feather at it's side. the seams around the hat had red stitching. He had a cruel cold face and blonde hair.

The woman sets down Thrie and gives him a dirty look as the elevator closes behind the 3 of them. The man continues, this time in english. "One thing you don't know. Is that we'll always be a step ahead of you." The woman stares at him and replies with a thick Russian accent "You'll never--" before she could answer the luger was placed to her mouth. "You'll never get past us. I'm one of the governments best officers, I'll see to it that you get hanged for this!" she threatens.

"Well, then we wont have to worry about word of us coming out around here, now will we?" the man smiles. The woman's eyes widen with fear and the luger is fired into her mouth. The body falls. "Geeze... all over my nice romani shoes, too." He sighs, moving his hand over the body as it disappears from the elevator as if it was never there.

Thrie had been standing there, flaberghasted at what the hell had just happened, but back to gripping tight to his sword.

The man looks up at him. The cold blue eyes stared at Thrie as the man tipped his hat back and let out a soft laugh. "Why am I always stuck chasing after you?" The man shrinks in size and changes genders in a morphing type of style. It was Alyson. "For Christ's sake. If you're gonna take off on missions, at least let me know ahead of time. I never got a message back when I replied." She throws him the luger and re-loads her M16a2 that was strapped to her back from the start since she left the camp. She leaned against the elevator and took off her hat, breathing a bit heavily now. she sighed deeply and pulled her hair back and put the hat back on.

She returns the salute. "As you were. Oh yeah? How would you handle that shell that would have hit you. Give it a hug and tell it to turn around?" she smirks.

"Also, I dont morph genders. I just take forms. Not all chicks have big boobs, so I'd be able to pull off being a guy unless I went through some gender inspection. Or God forbid I got some chick hitting on me..." she looks to the side as a sweatdrop goes down the side of her forehead. "...creepy..." she shudders a bit and laughs.

"Next time you wanna play chicken with the Russkies, let me have a little fun, too. It's not fun being in charge of a military if you gotta sit on your a** all day filling out paperwork and giving orders." She watches as the elevator numbers go up. The top floor would lead to the main mission control center for 2 of Russia's main battalions.

"Do you know where you are, solider? If we get past them, which we should be able to. We'll gain control of their alpha batallions. The Red Star Alpha is the best damn batallion set-up next to KTIC's. They're tight on security, so we'll need to go under cover." She morphs into the woman she'd just killed. She fixed the blue beret on her head and whiped her uniform straight. "Cute uniform, I gotta admit. Blue aint half bad."

"There will be retina, dna, and fingerprint scans." she adds. Then snaps her fingers. Thrie went from his silver hair to a black-haired and blue-eyed officer with a blue beret on. "You are now Dmitri Sobolov." she hands him an ID card. "And in case you're wondering, yes, I had to kill him, too." She sighs. The elevator bell dings and the doors open to a large lobby of recruits in uniforms. They all snap to a salute.

Hey... can you hear me? No, you're not going crazy. She looks over to him and nods.

Thrie looks puzzled for a second but plays along, not surprised that there was much more in store where that came from.

She wasn't a scout. We picked up radio details. She's one of his secretaries working under cover. Same with Dmitri. They work right next to him just as you did for me. Thing is, he doesnt want them looming around him, so he has them work as scouts to keep his alias covered. He used to work for Italy until they exilled him for treason against the gov't's main officials. They made a big mistake in doing that.

They continue walking down the hall. Now listen closely. I've studied blueprints of their building structures. Their password for pretty much everything consists of Miraldo's first name, and then the floor number you're on, followed by the Red Army Code. His name is used in the flipped alphabet code. MIRALDO- ZVENYQB. The floor is the 32nd. And the Red Army Code is just RA-MCC. Red Army Mission Control Center. The password then should be ZVENYQB-32-RA-MCC. Got that?

They walk to a steel door that opens like supermarket doors would. She initializes the password protected computer and types in the password. The retina scanner comes out and scans her eyes. The DNA scanner does the same. She places her hand on the scanner and it scans her fingerprints. The computer asks 'NAME'. "Svetlana Boloshev." she answers. 'ENTER'. The door opens and they walk in.

If they ask you anything, answer what I tell you to answer, is that clear?

Alpha Batallion one standing by. Alpha batallion 2 deployed. KTIC and allied advancing forward. China somehow found out Alpha Mission 1. Advancing to Beta plan one to keep them off.

She looks at the officer and nods to him. He nods back at her. "Good morning, ma'am." He speaks in English.

"Good morning." she replies.

And another thing, which is in your favor-- they speak English around here. Also the girl that kicked you is your sister.

She hands the officer a sheet of paper that had Beta's plans on it.

He aint real. Watch this.

"Oh, sir. Hold on a second." She catches up to him before he reaches the door and plugged a cord to the back of his neck and zapped him. The body short-circuited and blew a fuse in the mouth and stood still there. Keep your mouth shut, he's a mech. If he picks up any voice sound he'll detonate.

She moves her hand over the body and it disappears.

"Miraldo should be tuning in any minute for more mission records and a new mission. Try to remember the background he's in. It may be to our benefit." She sits down behind the desk and loads up the computer. "... hm. I knew they were using all that extra titanium and steel aloy for a reason. Take a look at this."

He walks over looking at the screen.

"Battle-mechs..." she opens different photos. "And we have our own in St.Petersburg... oh... Stalingrad. Seems they changed the name back again." She reads through some of the files on the computer. The phone beside her rings. "Here goes nothing."

She picks up the phone. It was a videophone. "Good morning, Sir." she answers in Russian."

"Good morning, Svetlana. How is the plan going?"

"Everything's set according to plan, Sir. They don't know what they're in for."

"Good. Very good. Seems we're having trouble with China though. Someone must have found out. Is that Thrie on his way here?"

"We have him right where we want him. He ran into one of the companies. He managed to escape past them and he's out looking for you. He might be well on his way to where you are now, Sir."

"Good. He's coming right into our trap." He smiles.

"So... activate the battle-mechs and get ready for KTIC, Sir?"

"Not until we capture that sonofabitch. Once we brainwash him and turn him against his own people, they'll probably activate their secret batallions out on us. What they dont know is that we're ready for them. They have their precious tanks. But we have battle-mechs."

"Right, Sir. For the mother country."

"That's right, sweet Svetlana. And once we get rid of their damn leader. They'll have nowhere to turn to. She's their key to victory. And I still dont know how she knows every battle sequence. It's as if she has some power advantage over the world."

"She's just some stupid woman. We can handle her. Knowing women, since I am one, she'll come running after her soldier. She may be pissed at him, but she's the type to save her own."

"She's weak." He laughs. "We can get her easily once we kill her damn officer.

"All set, Sir. Brainwash her weak spot and lur her in."

"...and once we have her where we want her. We'll have him kill her. That oughtta give her a death to remember in the afterlife. Killed by her own commrade."

She smiles briefly. "Excellent strategy, Sir."

"Good day to you, Svetlana. Dont fail me."

"Dont worry, Sir. When have I ever?" she grins back.

"That'a girl." He hangs up.


She sits back in the chair and sighs. "He's in Moscow."