I'm very sorry about the re-post, but it was seriously needed and I did not even title it right lol. Aside from that, enjoy!

Prologue

Morning. After over three hours of lying still in the snow, Nikita felt it was safe to stand. Surrounding him were the bloodied and bullet-riddled corpses of Chinese and American soldiers, all strewn about the camp like toys in a young child's play room. A little less than ten hours ago this graveyard was known as the Compound, the main Chinese stronghold surrounded by a series of once heavily guarded and explosively-wired foothills, classified as a "Pulse Field" by the Americans. If Nikita's homeland wasn't supporting the enemies of this nation, he would have gladly visited this place on vacation; the view was amazing. Every morning the sun rose above the horizon, casting a golden glow over all of Anchorage and providing views untouched by the rising bloodshed of the Resource Wars.

The Spetsnaz GRU Kapitán then stumbled to his feet, glancing around. The frigid winter wind whipped across his face, turning his cheeks a shade of cherry red. Luckily, Nikita was used to freezing winters, as he had grown up in Leningrad as a factory worker's boy. He lived in fairly bad conditions inside of a run-down old flat, preferring to wander the streets rather than cope with the violent fights that occurred between his mother and father. There, he became friends with many of the younger local Commu-Socialist Party members, eventually being integrated into their ranks and taught the ways of Communism.

Adorned in a thick snowsuit, Shevchenko blended quite well with his surroundings so long as he stuck close to the shadows and thicker brush. As he staggered past the main rows of the refinery, he pulled his hood and face mask close, checking his primary weapon as he did so. The gun itself was a compacted version of the AS-VAL Sniper Rifle, decked out with an integrated suppressor and a snow-caked 4x Scope. Surprisingly, this particular weapon was not used very often by any specific branches of the Soviet Armed Forces; not even by the VDV, a paratrooper outfit the gun was originally manufactured for. Eventually Kapitán Shevchenko reached a beaten path leading out the back of the refinery, in which he glanced around in search of his men. I must find them, and soon.

As he continued on out the back gates, the distinctive click of a pistol's charging hammer broke the dead silence that once accompanied Nikita's exit.

"Freeze, Red."
TBC