Operation: Fallout

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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.

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"I'm happy for you." Tanya gives a nod, drinking the rest of the stew before it goes cold.

"Will be even happier tomorrow if the reds decide to fuck off and go to hell."

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"Me too," Annabelle says with a grin. She follows Tanya's lead and finishes the stew before it starts to congeal.

"I don't know that they'll be that bright, but you never know."

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"I hope they are. I'm really sick of this war." Tanya closes eyes. "Yuri, Romanov, Vladimir, they all can go to hell... after I shoot their balls off."

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Annabelle pulls Tanya into a sideways hug. "I hope so too."

She ponders Tanya's last statement. "I don't know, they'd bleed out awfully fast that way..."

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"Not if I cauterize it with a red-hot fireplace poker." Tanya leans to her friend. "Then maybe I can retire. I am sick of war."

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"I can imagine," she says with a shake of her head. "I know I'd want to stick to whatever trouble our Local serves up." Admittedly, when your local is Milliways you get all kinds of interesting trouble.

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She nods then, closing eyes.

Better to rest, since tomorrow will bring more work of the gory, violent kind.

Another day of war.