by Baldie » Thu Jul 02, 2015 10:09 pm
Cain viewed the scene.
Ahead of him the town showed little sign of movement but there had to be people there.
He was starting to get sick of this posting as military attaché to the allied command.
He shook his head as his crazy driver Petrov narrowly avoided a small dog in the road by crashing through someone's front wall. Anastasia in the gunners seat was pretty much his only reliably sensible comrade, sensible to the extent that she kept firing until something blew up anyway. Victor sat with the radio headset strapped to his ears, Stalin knew why as there was no one he could understand for about 2000 kilometres still he was a crack shot with the MMG. Sitting next to him shining the brass case of a shell was the giant Alexi. On the floor quite content lay Hitler sleeping as usual, Cain had protested at Hitler coming along at first but Alexi was insistent, he loved that dog for sure and when Cain saw what he could do to Fritzy he was pleased he had agreed.
So this was his team on some foolish NKVD operation to capture some documentation that could possibly lead to the whereabouts of the Amber Room. At least he was going to be far from the action in this sleepily little place.
A jolt as Petrov renovated more property brought him back to reality, Mother Russia as Anastasia had christened this relic skidded to a halt.
The documents were meant to be in a bank somewhere in town, Cain had a feeling he would regret this mission and in fact already was as a foul smell came from the vicinity of Hitler.
Still at least he couldn't smell Petrov now.
