WIP- Red Winter Spinoff.
Yeah so this is the first part of my spinoff of the series Red Winter by my furry friend Articwolf451. Um I haven't finished this one yet but I think I'll post what I do have accomplished for just some peer editing. So enjoy.
Red Winter Spinoff. Prologue pt. 1
Yeah so this is my spinoff series to Arctic's Red Winter series. Before anyone asks, yes I got permission from Arctic to do this!
Thai Desert, Pakistan
It was hot. Hotter than hell. But then again, Pakistan was notorious for its excruciating hot summers. But the people of Pakistan, it was home. A small local village was already awaken by the earlier middle eastern dawn preparing for the day's work. It wasn't very big and compared to even the smallest American hick town, it was small. The village was also a shell of what it used to be due to the shellings and bombardments during a series of conflicts in Pakistan's history of military turmoil's with India and other nations. But the community was definitely active as merchants were on the street selling their wares of fruit, chickens, clothing, and any other edible animals. Traders haggled prices for their goods while street venders held up their wears exclaiming the price. The children were running around playing while their mothers were out fetching food and water for their families. It seemed to be a perfectly normal day for the people. The small town soon began bustling with life as many more of the civilians began walking the streets and conversing with each other. Several cars were also parked on the streets. Unfortunately because the average Pakistani villager was dirt poor, most of the cars were thirty year old metal death traps whose safety standards were shitty even back in the 1970's. But still, the Pakistani's didn't mind. They just went on as usual.
Two young anthro desert wolves were playing with a soccer ball in the middle of the street. They were brother and sister. Because their parents were poor and couldn't afford the luxury toys that American children were used to, they had to improvise with what they had. The soccer ball was a gift from a private British anti-poverty charity organization and it was their most prized toy ever. They were kicking the soccer ball back and forth to one and other trying to break their record on how long they could keep a volley going. By accident, the brother kicked the ball too hard, sending it rolling into the middle of the street so his younger sister decided to run into the middle of the street to retrieve it. Just then, the roar of engines filled the streets as a tactical pickup truck followed by a black vehicle starting roaming on the bazaar's streets. The young pup quickly grabbed her prized ball and backed out of the way before the vehicles ran over her. One of the drivers was yelling at her in Urdu, the Pakistani language. The young pup quickly ran back to her brother and they both ran indoors along with several other civilians. The two vehicles continued to travel on their way in a small convoy. The tactical had over half a dozen furs sitting on it carrying Russian made AKMs and German made G3A3 rifles . The tactical vehicle had a DShk machine gun mounted on the back while one or two guards took watch in the back seats carrying AK-47s. The second vehicle was a black limousine which was a very uncommon sight to the poor Pakistani villagers as even the wealthiest villager would be unable to afford such a luxurious car. It was an old Rolls-Royce Phantom IV a very old car from the '50s and a very popular choice of transportation for royalty and other rich important individuals. This car was modified with a thin layer of bullet-proof armor and even bullet proof glass. But the villagers knew who was inside the car though. He practically ran their town and lived in a luxurious mansion on the outskirts of the village where he held vast parties and according to rumors, over four wives. Inside the car was a middle aged tiger surrounded by his two body guards. They were both carrying 9mm Uzi submachine guns which was an interesting choice of weapon for them since his militant group was known for funding anti Israeli terrorist cells.
The villagers were under orders to call him "The General". He wasn't Pakistani, but rather he came from a smaller Indian city. His name was Al Kashmir, notorious arms and drug smuggler. During the '90s where he served as an Al Qaeda terrorist. However, he wasn't much of a good fighter and he was actually prone to running away from the fighting. He usually resorted to weaseling his way to high ranks and promotions and he later used these same skills to gain his notoriety as a professional arms dealer. After the United States invaded Afghanistan, he fled to Pakistan where he continued to make his fortune through weapons smuggling. He had contacts in China, South America, Indonesia, and Eastern Europe. He had dined with Russian mobsters, Triads, Middle Eastern militias and other various sorts of criminals. He wore what appeared to be a Russian officer's uniform which he got from one of his clients as part of his payment for a crate of Ak-47s and Stinger air-to-air missiles. He wore a hat and a long belt which holstered a Tokerev TT-33 pistol which he knew how to use and had used it in the past. Handcuffed to his right wrist, was a briefcase full of diamonds and gold bars. He was on his way for some important business. He had recently paid a mysterious mercenary group to acquire a special delivery for him. The cargo: two stolen Russian nuclear devices. He couldn't wait to get a hold of them. With current tensions going on in the Middle East, he personally knew several clients who would be more than happy to get their little paws on a Russian nuke. He had been contacted by a rather notorious person known as the Scorpion. Quite interesting. In the crime and terrorism world, the Scorpion was the most high profile mercenary and terrorist for hire. When the General first got contacted by him, he had to admit he was rather dumbstruck. The Scorpion had heard that the General was searching for weapons to sell, he had offer him a proposal to sell him the two nukes for a grand total of one hundred million dollars in diamonds and gold.
They passed a ferret wearing the typical attire of the villagers. He seemed to gaze at the General's vehicle staring at him with his beady eyes. Little did Kashmir know, this was no villager. After Kashmir's car was gone, the ferret put his paw to his ear to activate his communicator.
"He's arriving!" the ferret spoke in his rather thick Serbian accent.
The General continued to drive until they reached the very outskirts of the town to a deserted gravel road. The General knew the road very well as many of his smugglers had used it in the past to transport drugs and weapons. But the runway was empty and deserted. Kashmir checked his several thousand dollar Rolex watch.
"Four o'clock," he spoke "He said he'd be here by now."
HIs guards shrugged their shoulders. Kashmir got out of the vehicle into the hot Pakistani air. He looked around but didn't see any sign.
Could he be late? Kashmir thought to himself as he took out a large Cuban made cigar out of his shirt pocket. He pulled out his gold incrusted lighter and lit his cigar inhaling the hot smoke into his lungs. Just as he exhaled, he heard a noise he was all too familiar with. It was the chop-chop sound of a helicopter, in fact, it sounded like multiple choppers. Kashmir looked up at the sky and sure enough, flying low, were two helicopters. One was a large Chinook helicopter which was common utility helicopter but what surprised Kashmir was the second one. It was a Russian KA-50 Hokum attack helicopter mounted with missiles, rockets, and a 30mm Shipunov 2A42 cannon. Not only that, the pilot appeared to have painted shark jaws on the sides! Where the Scorpion got such a rare yet powerful machine was beyond his belief. The helicopters began to lower and started to land, their rotors kicking up dust, sand, and other debris. Kashmir's had to hold onto his beret to keep it from flying off his head. Finally the Chinook and the Hokum landed several yards from the generals vehicles. The door on the rear of the Chinook opened up and out stormed over a dozen fur soldiers most of them wolves and foxes. They were all wearing desert fatigues, appropriate for the environment. They also wore helmets and kevlar vests some of them were also wearing balaclavas over their muzzles. They also carried SIG SG 552 assault rifles although a couple of them carried RPK machine guns with 100 round drum magazines. Kashmir had to admit, he was kinda intimidated. His guards got out of the car too keeping their Uzis at arm.
A grey fox emerged from the crowd of mercenaries dressed in a business suit and wearing sunglasses. Kashmir approached the fox so excited that he dropped his cigar on the ground. He rushed to the fox with great enthusiasm.
"You the Scorpion?" he shouted over the whirling of the helicopters.
The fox didn't respond to this answer.
"First matter of business!" the fox shouted back. He had a Czech accent. "You have our payment!?"
Kashmir nodded his head with excitement "Oh yes, of course of course!" he exclaimed as he lifted up the briefcase and unshackled from his right hand. He then handled it over to the fox.
The fox opened up the briefcase to unveil the treasure inside. Inside were several shining golden bars.
"Hundred million?" the fox shouted back.
Kashmir nodded his head. Then closed the briefcase.
"Good." the fox said with a deadly grin on his face. Just then, unexpectedly to Kashmir's, the Hokum toke off. Kashmir was a little stunned by this.
"What the...?" he stuttered. "Where's he going!" he exclaimed as he turned his back to find out where the Hokum was heading.
The Hokum flew a short distance straight towards Kashmir's tactical escort. Then, without warning, the Hokum opened fire with its 30mm cannon shredding the tactical to pieces and tearing apart the bodies of Kashmir's soldiers. The rounds hit the gas tank of the tactical causing it to explode in a fiery inferno and causing it to tumble over.
Kashmir immediately grabbed his Tokerev in fury. He turned around and at point blank range pointed the tip of the pistol straight into the face of the fox.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!!" he roared with anger as he tightened his grip on the trigger prepared to fire any second. "EXPLAIN YOUR TREACHORY!" he demanded.
The fox continued to give his smirk grin and he proceeded to give a low humming laugh.
"What's so funny!" Kashmir demanded. However, in his emotional stand, he had loosen his grip on his pistol, something the fox took advantage of.
"This!"
With fast reflexes, he threw the case at Kashmir briefly hitting and distracting him and causing him to drop his pistol. The fox quickly hit the dirt. When Kashmir finally had realized what had hit him, it was too late and he was immediately pelted with several 5.56 rounds. His body violently jerked and twitched as the bullets struck him tearing apart his body, blood spurting from the wounds. Kashmir fell lifelessly to the ground with a thud, a pool of blood forming underneath his dead body. The mercenaries then quickly turned their crosshairs on his bodyguards who were trying to flee in the car. But the bullets found their marks as well and the guards were taken out along with their boss.
When everything was quiet, say for the whirling sound of the helicopters, the fox got up to his feet and dusted off his suit. He noticed his glasses were missing and he quickly scanned the ground looking for them.
"Ah!" he exclaimed as he found them lying on the ground not too far from him.
'Well that was easy." he said to himself as he put on his glasses. He then proceeded to walk towards the body of Kashmir, the briefcase was lying next to him.
"I'll take that." the fox said as he picked up the briefcase. "Thanks for doing business with you Mr. Kashmir!" he howled with laughter.
"Okay boys let's get back to the helicopter!" he ordered as he and the rest of the mercenaries headed to the chopper.
After boarded up in the chopper and closing the rear hatch, the Chinook took off into the sky the Hokum tagging along. The fox sat down with the briefcase on his lap. As he was relaxing, his phone suddenly started to ring. He checked the caller ID and the label said
Unlisted caller
"Yes?" he answered.
"Did you get the job done?" a dark, emotionless voice responded on the other line. The fox nodded his head.
"Yes Mr. Scorpion."
"Good, now within eight hours, a special forces strike team is due to arrive." the Scorpion said back. "head back to base and prep up."
"Yes Mr. Scorpion." the fox answered back.
"You know what to do." he slyly answered back, with that, he hung up.