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Nightmare Company episode one

Pilot pt. 2

Well part two's finally here! After a series of mechanical failures and other personal issues I finally posted it. I'll hopefully be able to make it up in part 3. I also made a few minor changes to the weapons too.

Date: March 11, 2025 Location: An undisclosed location near the Russian-Ukraine border

Rachinski opened his eyes with great difficulty. His whole body was freezing from sleeping on the cold concrete floor. He had no idea where he was nor where his team members were. He struggled to his feet and tried to figure out where he was. He examined his surroundings. He was in a small concrete room with a small window that had iron bars from blocking him from breaking it open. There was a tiny bed which definitely didn't look comfy. Other than that there was nothing else, not even a bathroom. In front of him was a large door which appeared to be made of steel. Although there was no bathroom, there was a small sink with a mirror above it. Tobias carefully walked toward the sink and turned it on. Even though the water was icy cold, he took a handful of water in his paws and splashed it on his muzzle. He then looked mirror and took a good look at himself. That was when he noticed that not only were his weapons confiscated, his uniform was taken too. Instead of wearing the black camo attire that Nightmare Company was issued, he was wearing a bright orange prison jacket and pants.

"Where the hell am I?" he panted to himself. He then grabbed more water and splashed it on his face. Just then, the door slammed wide open and hit the wall so hard it made Tobias jump. Standing in front of him was a large Russian fur soldier. He was a wolf, about thirty years old. He was quite tall, looked about 7 feet tall. He was wearing a what looked more like SWAT team attire and he was clutching an AN-94 in his paws. He also spoke in a very thick Russian accent.

"Jackal!" he asked with a very emotionless voice. For a Russian, his English was pretty good.

"Yes." he responded. The Russian raised his AN-94 at Tobias.

"I order you to come out of your room!" he ordered with ferocity as he cocked his rifle. Rachinski realized that he had no choice. He carefully crept out of his room and entered a dimly lit corridor. The area was dark and very dankly with a very eerie unwelcoming presence to it. As he walked into the corridor, the Russian wolf aimed his gun directly at Tobias, a bayonet was attached to the barrel.

"Listen here jackal!" he growled as he gave a punch to , "You're a long way from home! Your government is not going to rescue you! Nobody's going to help you! You are, as your people say, our bitch! You got it! You disrespect us, we'll shoot you!"

Tobias couldn't respond. Although he didn't want to believe it, the Russian was right. When Tobias and all the others signed up for Nightmare Company the US Army command directly told them that if they get captured, especially on a covert operation like this one, they couldn't guarantee to negotiate for their release. It also didn't help the fact that Russian had never signed the Geneva Accords. Even if they did, they would most likely break it. The Russian wolf started laughing.

"Listen here you jackal," he began "You are in Kozlov prison. The most secure maximum security prison in all of Russia."

Tobias gasped at this statement. He had heard the stories of this infamous Russian prison. Shortly after General Kozlov ousted the Russian Federation government, he built a prison claiming that it was part of his plan to reduce Russia's increasing crime rate which to some degree was true. A small number of the inmates were murderers, petty thieves, bank robbers, prostitutes, and rapists. But little did the rest of the world know that almost all of the inmates of this prison were innocent. Their crime; disagreeing with General Kozlov. Most of the inmates were political dissidents, free thinkers, objectivists, and pretty much anyone who opposed Kozlov. Russia also held a good number of captured POWs there too.

"Listen here," the Russian said with authority. "The general wishes to speak with you!"

Tobias tilted his head with confusion. The general?

"I understand you Westerners don't know the proper definition of manners, but you will show respect!" he practically shouted. "You are to only speak when spoken to, you will not cry or laugh, and you will not try to assault him!"

Tobias didn't reply. Although he personally wanted to beat the living daylights out of this Russian, he was in no condition to do so. This Russian had the upper hand.

"You understand!" he shouted directly in Tobias's face. Tobias refused to respond in any way. The most basic rule to handle interrogation is simple: Never let them see you bleed. The Russian, however, didn't look like he tolerated what Tobias was doing.

"I think we have a misunderstanding," he growled as he bashed Tobias on the back with his rifle, "I said, do you understand!"

"Yes!" Tobias gasped as he recovered from the hit. The Russian then grabbed Tobias's neck and forced him to stand up. He then took Tobias's paws and slapped a pair of hand cuffs on them.

"NOW MOVE!" The Russian shouted as he pushed Rachinski down the corridor. Tobias observed the prison where he was being held. It was miserable. It was dark with almost no light and the corridor was lined up with many prison doors. As he was walking down the corridor, he heard several raves coming from several prisoners. A lot of them were begging, several were cussing at the guard who occasionally responded by whacking the door with his rifle and cursing at them to shut up. One of the prisoners was ranting random verses and scriptures from the bible while another was speaking in schizophrenic gibberish. The Russian guard finally took him out of his corridor to another corridor where this time there were several more guards were standing outside armed with assault rifles and riot clubs. Tobias also noticed a small checkout desk for the guards at the end. He suddenly felt the Russian wolf strike him to the floor.

"QUIT DRAGGING YOUR FEET AND MOVE!" he yelled as he grabbed the back of Tobias's prison uniform and forced him back on his feet. They approached the check out desk where a female husky was filing notes. She wore large glasses and was wearing a coat, necessary since Russia is known for its cold weather. A small handgun was also on the table. The Russian wolf ordered him to stop. Tobias stood still as the guard approached the husky and shouldered his rifle. He pointed at one of the guards.

"Ty smotrish? yemu v to vremya kak ya mogu proverit? s Natal'ya." he ordered in Russian ("You watch him while I check out with Natalya.")

Without even responding, the guard pointed his rifle at Tobias. Tobias watched as the Russian finally approached the desk. Surprisingly, his mood changed and he greeted the husky with a smile. She laughed back with him too. They exchanged a brief conversation with each other. Tobias could speak Russian and he understood what they were saying.

"Kak ya delayu Dmitri??" she asked. ("How ya doin Dmitri?")

The wolf started laughing and shaking his head.

" Moya zhizn? chertovski ot·sto?! U menya tashchit? etot zaklyuchenny? yanki , chtoby uvidet?voobshche!" he responded. ("My life fucking sucks! I have to haul this Yankee prisoner to see the general!")

The husky nodded her head and wrote something down on a sheet of paper. The Russian guard then turned back to Tobias.

"Okay Yankee!" he shouted back in English. "Go!"

He pushed Tobias outside the door into another corridor. This one was much different than the prison corridor. It was well lit, and there were decorations on the walls.

"Come on!" the Russian yelled again to force Tobias to move. He led him to a doorway at near the end of the hallway. The Russian then turned back to Tobias.

"Remember what I said Yankee!" he menaced as he pointed his gun's bayonet at Tobias throat. "You insult the general, we won't be so kind to you."

He then opened the door. Inside was a stone walled corridor with a single table and a small window. Another guard holding a rifle was standing by. A middle aged arctic fox was sitting on the table assembling and disassembling a Sig Sauer P226 pistol. He most likely took it from Tobias. He also was dressed in a fine military dress uniform and he was wearing a military bullion hat. Tobias also noticed that also on the table were odd instruments and devices. He soon learned that this wasn't a commanding officer's quarters, it was an interrogation room.

"Go in!" the Russian wolf demanded. Tobias walked in and just stood there. The arctic fox held the pistol in his paws, examining it with every detail. He gave the most unfriendliest smile Rachinski had ever seen.

"So Mr. GI Joe," he insulted. " My name is General Velovski Eckhart. What brings you here in Russia?"

Tobias refused to talk and would not answer. Dmitri, the guard, rushed up and smacked him with his rifle's butt. But Tobias just got back on his seat without being forced to. General Eckhart then got up and started pacing around the room.

"So," the general continued, "Who sent you? The American wolves? The British jackals?"

Tobias refused to answer. He just kept glaring at the wall. The general then got up close and stared at Tobias in the eye.

"The German hounds? The Polish foxes? The cowards at the French intelligence!" he almost shouted.

Tobias just stared back at the general and scowled. Tobias personally wanted to smack him in the face.

"You are a lot stronger than I thought you would be." he answered. Tobias looked up.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked almost in a cocky manner.

The general looked at him with a menacing smile across his face which gave off a very eerie vibe.

"So you can talk!" he practically shouted with glee. "Excellent. That will make the discussion a lot easier."

Tobias gave a laugh.

"What are you gonna do? Torture me? Beat me? Waterboard me?" Tobias answered back with a smile on his face. "Because I'm gonna give you the heads up, I've been trained to resist."

The general starting laughing.

"Ah you Canadians are crazy." he laughed. "Always thinking that just because you hang out with the Americans you guys are tough brutes."

Tobias looked at the general with surprise. How did he know Tobias was Canadian?

"I could tell by your accent that you were Canadian," the general said almost as if he read Tobias's mind. "But the fact is, I don't need to waterboard to get what I want from a prisoner."

He put his paws behind his back and stood up. He also readjusted his hat.

"You know before I became a general in Russia's fine army I was a lieutenant in the Russian GRU." he spoke as he looked at Tobias. "I specialized in interrogation."

Tobias shook his head and laughed. He knew that sometimes the best way to survive an interrogation is to not act intimidated. The guard stepped forward and punched him in the face. The general lifted his paw in objection.

"Don't worry Dmitri," he said with a sinister smile "I don't need you to get what I want from him."

Tobias sensed something sinister in the general's tone.

"Besides," he continued, "I want you to contact Major Andronikov and tell his Spetsnaz team to search the area for the other two soldiers! I heard he just captured three more of them and I want the rest found!"

Tobias gasped at this. Two more of them, the rest were still out there!

The general looked back at him and started laughing. This laugh was sinister and almost sounded like an evil genius laugh.

"I bet you didn't know this, but you're mission was compromised from the very start. " the fox laughed. Tobias growled back.

"Good thing my group slipped a mole in the American intelligence agency and he tipped me off about your little trip here."

The news shocked Tobias. A mole in the US intelligence? Impossible! "WHO!" he demanded. General Eckhart laughed.

"Don't worry about that," he sneered. "You'll be reunited with your team soon enough!"

Tobias was angered. He rose up to strike the general but just before his fist could make contact, the guard stepped forward with quick reflexes and struck Tobias in the head with his rifle. Eckhart laughed as the guard continued to beat Tobias with his rifle.

"Take the Canadian back to his room until he's ready to learn some manners!" he laughed as the guard grabbed Tobias by his neck and preceded to drag him out of the room. Once the room was cleared, Eckhart took out a radio to signal one of his lieutenants.

"This is the General speaking," he ordered into it "Get me into contact with Major Andronikov."

Jason and Sev had been maneuvering through the forest in hopes of searching for their fellow combatants. They were heading to the missing Osprey in hopes for searching for clues on their missing team members. Jason and Sev carefully had to sneak past Russian Army patrols and avoid being caught. It was easier said than done. It almost seemed as if there were more Russian soldiers in the area now. It was also nighttime but fortunately the moon was full and helped light up the forest. Also for Jason, wolves have good nocturnal vision and Sev, being a fox, also had excellent nocturnal vision

"Dammit!" Sev cussed under his breath. "Two more of them."

He was right. Not too far away, two Russian huskies came. They were holding rifles and were wearing what looked like special forces gear. Jason could tell that these furs were Spetsnaz. Sev looked at him.

"Whut we gonna do?" he asked. Jason nodded his head.

"We have no choice," he said. "We'll have to take them out!"

Sev practically smiled at this statement.

"About bloody time!" he exclaimed under his breath. He reached for his sniper rifle but Jason objected. He raised his paw and carefully grabbed the rifle's barrel.

"No!" he interjected. "We've have to do it with more stealth. You still have your combat knife with you?"

Sev quickly unsheathed his knife. It was a Ka-Bar 1222 combat which was another carry over from his days in the SAS. It was custom made in the UK and was designed to obtain stabbing with ease. The SAS logo and motto "Who Dares Win" was also pressed on at the base of the blade. Jason's knife on the other hand was a custom made SOG Elite knife which was a gift he got from his girlfriend. He had used it before and he was quite a skilled knife fighter. He then signaled to Sev.

"You get the fur on the left, I'll get the one on the right." he silently ordered. Sev nodded and they carefully waited for the Russians to turn their backs. The moment they did, Jason and Sev snuck up behind them. Sev made the first move. With quick reflexes he stabbed his Ka-Bar's blade into the back of the husky's neck. Before the other one could see what had happened to his fellow soldier, Jason stuck behind and silt the Russian's throat. Both the Russian soldiers fell to the ground, blood gushing and spraying from their knife wounds. Jason then preceded to turn off their radios and hide the bodies.

"Two down." Sev said as he cleaned of his knife.

"And many more to go." Jason answered back.

They kept on moving towards the last know location to the Osprey. Fortunately, there didn't seem to be anymore Russians. They had been walking through the thick brush for nearly half an hour before they finally came to the Osprey. The only problem was that the Osprey was not alone. About three wolf soldiers and a husky were guarding the Osprey for whatever reason. The wolves were obviously Spetsnaz while the husky looked more like a combat engineer. The wolves were holding AN-94s with tactical flashlights while the husky was only armed with an AS Val rifle, one of the most unusual looking guns in the Russian military. Jason and Sev took cover behind some bushes to avoid being seen. The Russians were having a conversation in their native language. Sev unfortunately couldn't understand them but fortunately, Jason could speak Russian.

"Did you hear about B-Unit earlier?"one of the wolves said.

"Yeah I heard they caught two soldiers here earlier." the other wolf addressed.

Jason heard this with shock. Two soldiers, they were most likely part of the team.

The husky also nodded to the wolves.

"Yeah I heard it was a skunk and a timber wolf I think." he answered to them.

Jason knew right away that it was Bishop and Adrienne that the Russian was describing. The third wolf set his rifle down.

"Where are they currently now?" he asked.

"Last time I heard their being sent to the prison right now." the husky answered.

The wolf then picked his rifle back up and gave a sigh of exhaustion.

"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed. "When do we get to go home?"

The second wolf was the one who answered.

"Didn't you hear?" he asked. "The General gave Major Andronikov orders to stay on put and search the area."

"Why?" the third wolf asked as he removed his helmet and started scratching his fur. "We've been out here for more than eight hours!"

This time the husky responded.

"Yeah but the General believes there are two soldiers still out there!" he also exclaimed.

"Yes, yes!" he shouted back almost very annoyed. "I heard!"

"So would you wanna disobey a direct order from the general?" the husky asked.

The other wolf interrupted.

"It's not the General you wanna worry about," he cautioned, "It's Major Andronikov you wanna worry about."

Jason had heard that name before. Major Vladimir Andronikov, the "proud" thirty year old commander of the Russian's Alpha Group of Spetsnaz. He was a wolf/husky hybrid born in the coldest part of Siberia and drafted into the Russian Ultranationalist army when he was only sixteen. Stryker had personally fought him in World War Three at Belarus which resulted in Andronikov receiving a large scar across his right eye. At the time though, both Stryker and Andronikov were only lieutenants at the time though. Jason got up and grabbed his FN SCAR. He then signaled Sev. Sev nodded and grabbed his MP7.

"You take care of the combat engineer," Jason whispered. "I'll take care of those Spetsnaz."

Sev tilted his head in curiosity.

"How?" he asked.

Jason just nodded.

"Just wait for my signal." he ordered. Sev shook his head in confusion.

"Wait?" he spoke out. "What signal?"

But Jason had already left. Sev just shrugged his shoulders and hid in the bushes to keep an eye on the Russians.

"What the hell is he up to?" Sev asked himself.

Jason took off into some nearby brush and made sure he was in a clear enough distance. Being both a former Army Ranger and a Nightmare Company leader, he was trained in unconventional warfare and he had just the right diversion for those Russians. He spotted a tree which looked climbable and could support his weight. It's branches also provided enough cover. Jason quickly grabbed one the nearest branches and proceeded to climb the tree and take position on the branch taking care not to fall. He then checked his FN SCAR rifle and set it to BURST fire mode. When the United States Army adopted the FN SCAR in 2016, they introduced several new features to it. One of these features was introducing several different rates of fire. The US Army FN SCAR had three rates of fire, SEMI, BURST, and AUTO. He then pulled out his Sig Sauer P226.

"Hope this works." he whispered to himself.

He fired a single shot into the ground. His trap was set.

Sev had heard a loud pop not too far from his position. He then noticed the three Russians lift their heads.

"What was that?" Sev heard one of them shout in Russian. The others shook their heads. The leader grabbed his AN-94 and signaled the other soldier to follow. He ordered the husky to stay behind and monitor the Osprey. Sev soon realized what Captain Stryker had planned all along. He quickly snuck up on the remaining Russian as soon as the other ones where out of sight. He quickly grabbed the husky's muzzle and with quickness and efficiently, he jabbed his knife in the husky's throat. He slumped over with blood gushing from his neck. Sev cleaned his knife yet again.

"I hope Werewolf's plan doesn't fail." Sev said mentally.

Meanwhile, Jason stayed very still in the trees looking through his FN SCAR's scope. He carefully scanned the area preparing for the rival soldiers to appear. He clutched his rifle and held his breath. Sure enough, two Russian soldiers came approaching with their rifles in paws. Stryker made sure to make no sudden movements or any loud noises. If he blew his cover, his whole plan would be jeopardized. He slowly lifted his FN SCAR and focused the ACOG sights on the Russian point man's chest.

Okay, here it goes! Jason quickly thought to himself. He held on tight and squeezed the FN SCAR's trigger and fired a three round burst into the Russian's chest. The bullets struck the Russian causing several spurts of blood as his body jerked and fell to the ground. The Russian's AN-94 flung through the air firing a couple of stray shots. Jason then turned his aim on the remaining Russian and fired another burst of bullets striking and killing him as well. Jason kept his gun ready making sure that the enemy was dead. When he was sure it was safe, he carefully climbed down the tree and reunited with Sev.

"Well that worked." Sev said. But Jason just shrugged.

"Yeah, but what are we gonna do from here?" he asked as he sat down and balanced his rifle against the ruins of the Osprey. What were they to do? They were both tired, thirsty, and had little to no resources to fight the Russians with. They could just head back to the rendezvous point and leave their team behind. But that would leave them to the mercy of the Russians who would most likely execute them. It was a difficult decision. Sev set down his sniper rifle and sat down on the foliage.

"I don't know." he answered back as he took off his helmet and wiped the seat off his muzzle. Even though it was freezing, when you run around eastern Europe carrying more than sixty pounds of equipment, you tend to get a little sweaty.

"I think we should..." Jason began until he suddenly heard something. It sounded like footsteps.

"Someone's coming!" Jason exclaimed very quietly "Hide!"

They quickly took off and hid in some bushes and lay down very still. Jason quickly saw two more Russians soldiers, a wolf and a fox, enter the area carrying AN-94s and wearing balaclavas over their muzzles.

"Ah come on!" Sev moaned under his breath "Just when we kill one, two more of them show up!"

Jason quickly shushed him. That was when he got a good look at the two soldiers. They looked very similar to him and Sev. They were about the same size and height. That was when Jason got an idea about how to save his team. But it would require bravery, good timing, and a ridiculous amount of luck.

"Tumbleweed, do you still have your garrotes?" he whispered. Sev tilted his head in confusion and then quietly pull out two very long, thick pieces of cloth. They were actually custom made by the CIA for Nightmare Company combatants to be used as garrotes in case they lost their weapons. They were designed to be used as a means of strangling the enemy.

"Why?" Sev whispered. Jason just quickly grabbed one of the garrotes.

"We need to keep those uniforms intact!" he quickly explained. Sev couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Why in the blazed would you want to do that?" he questioned.

"Just trust me!" he whispered back. Sev reluctantly nodded his head. They carefully watched the two Russians as they examined the Osprey and checked for any other signs of the enemy. Eventually, for whatever reason, they both sent down their rifles. Big mistake. Jason and Sev prepared their garrotes for use.

"Now!" Jason signaled. They quickly charged out of the bushes and rushed to the Russians as their backs were turned. Before they could even react to what hit them, Jason and Sev got the upper hand and wrapped the garrotes tightly around their throats, strangling them. Jason and Sev struggled with the two Russians for nearly an entire minute holding which wasn't easy because the Russians kept kicking back as they choked and gagged trying to free themselves. Finally, the two Russians' bodies went limp and they slumped to the ground dead.

"Okay now what?" Sev asked as they untied the garrotes from the Russians' bodies. That was when he noticed that Jason began stripping the dead wolf's body of his uniform. Jason also began stripping off his own uniform.

"Uhhh... Werewolf?" he asked very confused as Jason pulled off his shirt and began to put on the Russian's undershirt and jacket, "What are you doing?"

Jason then unclasped the tailcasp to his pants and untied his boots. He then pulled off his pants and boots exposing him to the cold which didn't really seem to be bothering him. Jason then pulled off the Russian's pants and boots and proceeded to put on the Russians pants and boot. Sev then realized what he was doing.

"Oh no don't tell me you're gonna do what I think you're gonna do." Sev signed as Jason laced up the Russian boots to his feet. "Hey if it worked in Star Wars and Killzone 3, it might work for us." he said as he strapped on the helmet and put on the balaclava to cover his muzzle. He then grabbed the Russian's AN-94.

"Ah no man you're crazy!" Sev practically shouted.

"Tumbleweed what chose do we have! The Russians have our entire team, we still haven't completed our mission, and our evac isn't supposed to arrive for another twelve hours!" Jason shouted back. Sev thought about it for a minute. Even though he still thought it was a crazy idea, he realized that Captain Stryker was right.

"Ughh.." Sev complained as he proceeded to take off his jacket. "I hope this dead Russian fox's uniform is my size!"

Major Andronikov was in his personal tent sitting at a table which had a map of the nearby forest on it. He was a hybrid with wolf on his father's side and husky on his mother's. Even though his muzzle and body was shaped like as wolf's, his fur color pattern matched that of a husky's. He had long blonde head hair and crystal blue eyes. But the most distinguishing feature of him was a large, scar that went through his right eyelid all the way down to his cheek. Contrary to popular belief among his unit, his eyes was still intact and he could see out of it. He was wearing a Russian officer's uniform with badges and medals strapped to his chest. For a young officer of only thirty years of age, he had quite a decorated military record for himself. AN MP-443 pistol was holstered to his uniform's belt and on top of his head nested comfortably between his lupine ears, he wore a beret with the symbol of the Russian Alpha Bravo Group of Spetsnaz. He was surrounded by communication equipment and his personally team of highly trained Spetsnaz commandoes. Outside was a Russian Army outpost with truck and IFVs stationed as several soldiers were outside doing their duties. Just then, a husky walked in clutching a radio in his paws.

"Uhhh sir." the husky hesitantly said. Andronikov face palmed his muzzle.

"WHAT NOW!" He shouted. The husky jumped with fright and began trembling with nervousness. Andronikov had a notorious record for shooting his own men.

"It... it's the general sir!" the husky nervously responded. Andronikov moaned in annoyance at this statement.

"What does that idiot want now?" he demanded as he shrugged. He was already frustrated that the general made him stay out in the forest. Before the husky soldier could even answer, Andronikov wiped the radio from his paws.

"What is it now general," he spoke into the radio in a very rude tone of voice. He personally never got along with General Eckhart. Why the Russian army high command assigned him to Eckhart was beyond his questioning.

"Major Andronikov! My favorite comrade! How's the search for the two remaining soldiers going?" Eckhart said on the other line.

"Going nowhere thanks to you!" Andronikov answered as he existed his tent.

"Oh now come on!" Eckhart responded over the radio almost in a playful manner. "Is that anyway to talk to a superior officer."

Only by rank! Andronikov thought to himself.

"Anyway," the general continued. "Did you manage to recapture that Ukrainian?"

"Yes." Andronikov answered.

"Good." Eckhart said, "And did you also manage to capture that Rainbow operative and the five other soldiers." "Ughhh, YES!" ANdronikov shrugged.

"Good, good." Eckhart responded. "Now, I want you to continue to search for those last two American spec ops."

"ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME!!!" Andronikov roared into the radio. "Why should I! We got what we needed!" Eckhart suddenly laughed on the other line.

"I think there's a good reason why you might want to continue with the pursuit." he said slyly "Our informant has provided an ID on one of those operatives." Andronikov rolled his eyes.

"Ask me if I care!" he answered. "Why should I care what his name is?"

Eckhart continued to laugh.

"I think you'll change your mind after you hear it." he answered.

"Humor me!" Andronikov demanded. There was a brief pause.

"Alright," the general responded. "The name of the commander of the American commandoes and one of those furs still missing is... Captain Jason Stryker." Andronikov immediately stopped in his track. He bared his fangs and his fur stood on edge.

"Did you say Jason Styrker?" he asked with anger in his voice.

"You know who he is." the general answered back. With that, he hung up.

Major Andronikov was shocked by the news.

It couldn't be. he thought to himself. That American Ranger I fought in Belarus?

He remembered his days back in World War Three when he was a young lieutenant in the Russian army. During the Battle of Viciebsk, he was assigned to command a joint paratrooper and tank unit. But he was defeated by a young American wolf named Jason Stryker. He also personally fought him. He never forgot that day and he swore vengeance if he ever saw that American again.

With that he headed back towards his tent. His lieutenant was waiting for him.

"Lieutenant!" he ordered to the soldier as he approached him. The wolf stood up and saluted.

"Yes sir!" he responded.

"Prep my chopper up for immediate departure. And get A-Unit ready. We're going back out there for another sweep of the forest. I'm personally coming along. Understood!" he demanded.

The wolf quickly saluted, "yes sir!"

And with that he ran towards one of the other barracks where A-Unit was. Andronikov quickly sat down and took off his beret.

"Captain Stryker," he said to himself with a smile.

He then put his beret back on and existed. He then proceeded to the helipad.

I hope we get a change to met agian! He thought to himself. He then gently stroked the scar on his face. And if we do, I'm going to personally return the favor for giving me this make over back in Belarus!

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To Be Continued...