On forum: 07/15/2008
A Soldiers Story|
*Another short one I'm afraid, I am busy as of late*
Chapter 8 (Part 2)
"Good idea." Spreshk said, shouldering his weapon, "We can barely live in the southern areas, what makes you think we stand a chance up north? Especially near the radar."
Petrenko sprung up, knife in hand, "I'm in command here! Not you! You will do as I say....Understood?" Petrenko lowered his knife and moved back into the Garbage from the tunnel, the squad following him.
Viktor ran up beside Petrenko as they reached a large destroyed building, "What the hell man? You're going crazy...Hey! Listen to me!" Viktor grabbed Petrenkos shoulder, Petrenko swung around, his eyes wild behind his gas mask.
"Touch me again....Please..." Petrenko shrugged Viktors hand from his shoulder and moved into the rubble, "Clear the area."
Petrenko and another soldier from the squad moved into a basement area of the building, blood stains were on the wall and signs of recent activity were noticable.
"Check it out..." Petrenko ordered the soldier.
The soldiers gulped before moving down the stairs and into the dark basement. It was quiet for a moment before the soldier ran back up, "Clear..."
"Clear?" Petrenko asked suspiciously.
"Aye aye sir."
Petrenko eyed the dark cellar before ordering the soldier out of the basement, Petrenko followed closely behind. The two soldiers walked back to the buildings courtyard and waited by a large Soviet statue, silently awaiting for the others to return.
10 Minutes Later
Petrenko rose from the ground as he saw the others emerging on the horizon, from the entrance to the Dark Valley. They sprinted back and came to a halt infront of Petrenko.
"What happened?" Petrenko asked, examining the troops, "Where is Viktor and that other ass? Spreshk?"
Tyrokl cought his breath, "Someone jumped us by the Dark Valley, dressed in black....Hooded.....They killed Viktor! And that Spreshk guy...They drug him away."
"Viktor...." Petrenko had now lost his best friend in the god forsaken zone, his face grew red with anger, "We don't leave our men behind....We're going to slaughter these bastards!" Petrenko pointed at one of the soldiers, "You! You carry the supplies, correct?"
"Yessir." The soldier said, lying a heavy bag on the ground.
"Stealth gear?" Petrenko asked, crouching over the bag.
"Yessir.....Only two ghillie suits, two modified Mosin Nagants, and two silent MP5s submachineguns." He said, lying all the stealth gear on the ground.
Petrenko looked at the squad, "Alright, Hrskiy. You're with me."
Hrskiy nodded, pulling the Ghillie suits over his head and a camoflauge gas mask over his face.
After the two were geared up, Petrenko ordered the rest of the men to remain at the destroyed building before moving running off to the Dark Valley. Petrenko went prone in a patch of tall grass, he pulled out his Mosin Nagant and exaimined the entrance to the Dark Valley, just beyond a radioactive patch of land. Sure enough, he saw several snipers in black rain coats perched in trees, heading forward would be suicide.
Petrenko motioned for Hrskiy, "Alright, snipers at twelve o' clock. we'll have to flank around through the forest."
"I think I saw a factory to the east of the garbage when we were in the chopper, there may be transport there." Hrskiy said, pointing towards a thick forest.
"Well lets go..." Petrenko said, silently moving towards the forest.
Get out of here Stalker!