Tanya Adams (
alertcommando) wrote2010-09-04 01:36 pm
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Operation: Fallout
It's winter again in Europe: a blanket of snow covers the woods outside the chalet where Tanya and Annabelle arrive.
A pile of equipment is waiting for them.
A pile of equipment is waiting for them.
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"Fucking invisible tanks. I knew Einstein was working on a portable form of gap generator, but..." Tanya shakes head. "Apocalypse Tanks have no weak spots. Come on, you will see."
The commando follows the stealthed units back up, and scans the road far ahead. Doing the same, Annabelle will see the enormous dual-barreled tanks advancing with an escort of smaller vehicles and V3 Rocket Launcher trucks. "The Soviets wanted a mobile battle platform that could go into combat unescorted, the Apoc is it."
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"Damn, those things are big," she mutters. "I suppose I'll have to focus on the smaller vehicles."
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The Russian armored column enters their like of sight, and they start sniping at the vehicles with their anti-tank weapons, only a shuffle of the snow with the recoil and a brief muzzle flash revealing their presence.
"...I think we should head downhill and make sure the Reds in the area don't get ideas." The officer in charge of the squad agrees.
Oh, look, that was an Apoc going up in flames after being hammered with antitank ammo. And that was a rocket launcher. "Besides I think this position is about to be bombarded."
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Well, what do you know? There were Soviet patrols downhill that were trying to sneak around the death by tank fire that's currently going on.
The first patrol was in reasonably good shape, but then Annabelle, Tanya and the SEALs happened. Most had no idea what hit them until it was far too late.
There are other patrols, but they don't fare any better. Especially when Annabelle gets creative and uses the sniper rifle to destabilize a cliff face and bury most of a platoon under a large pile of rocks.
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The fight drags on along the day, and by nightfall the Red Army retreats to their temporary bases as Allied forces arrive and consolidate the occupation and defense of the area.
For the third time, General Vladimir is soundly defeated.
Tanya and Anabelle can finally stop to rest with a mixed group of army and militia, camped near the wreckage of an Apocalypse tank.
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Annabelle pokes the Tank wreckage with one toe, experimentally. She gives Tanya a weary grin. "How're you holding up, champ?"
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A soldier comes over with warmed field rations, offering them to the two women. It is not good food, but it is, well, warm.
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"Eleven days nonstop, eh? Trying to make me look like a wimp?" she teases.
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Okay, how long until Annabelle notices she's being watched by the guys?
Watched, in a good 'that-way'.
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"Yet more proof that the good old days never existed," Annabelle jokes.
The MRE is not toxic or actively trying to escape, so Annabelle has no qualms about eating it.
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"I am the Though Commando. You are the gorgeous mysterious woman."
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She grins. "He'll find it amusing, I'm sure." Him being Connor.
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"Will be even happier tomorrow if the reds decide to fuck off and go to hell."
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"I don't know that they'll be that bright, but you never know."
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She ponders Tanya's last statement. "I don't know, they'd bleed out awfully fast that way..."
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Better to rest, since tomorrow will bring more work of the gory, violent kind.
Another day of war.