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it twice and then with a regretful shake of
the head he dismissed the signaler and handed the
slip to Captain Huaiqing.
Al Jazeera News report: Argentina claims to have
attacked two surfaced submarines south of Falkland Islands. Both vessels
allegedly sunk. Salvaged items of wreckage displayed to media appear to be of
Russian manufacture along with items of Chinese and Russian uniforms.
Proceed on assumption Tuan and Admiral Potemkin lost.
On conclusion, scuttle vessels and evade.
“ Bao needs to be informed of the changes immediately.” Jie
Huaiqing said
Li nodded in agreement.
“High tide shortly after dusk tonight if memory
serves, and I trust that coming ashore high up the beach isn’t going to put you
in a minefield buried in the sand is it?”
“We will not be bothered by mines on the beach.”
Huaiqing replied with certainty.
Li looked at him quizzically.
Triggering a land mine on the beach would strip away the vital element of
surprise that the operation relied upon.
“Another part of the briefing I
slept through?”
“A little reptilian told me we will only have bored
and sleepy sentries to contend with.”
Captain Li shook his head slowly. This soldier was an
odd one, always with his nose in a book when not working out in the limited
space of the torpedo room, absorbing the most random information like a sponge.
Nevertheless, he was intelligent, resourceful, and well respected by his
troops.
As this new plan was their only viable option at
completing the mission with the remaining resources, he had to trust Jie’s
abilities.
“Well I hope your reptile informant is correct or we
are all screwed.” He gathered up the maps and documents and returned them to
the safe.
“Tonight would seem to be the night
then, Major.”
Chapter 2
Lambeth, London
It was curiously quiet in the forest, although Colin
could hear the drone of outgoing shells passing far overhead and impacting in
the distance.
Looking up through a gap in the foliage he could see
the base of the clouds toward the horizon briefly illuminated by the flashes of
the shells exploding but it was several seconds before the crump of their
detonation reached his ears.
The flashes of light also served to illuminate the
shapes of Russian paratroopers silently emerging from the trees across the fire
break, the light flashing off the long bayonets attached to their assault
rifles. AKs have their own folding bayonet but these were at least two feet in
length with serrated edges.
None of his men were opening fire though!
“Enemy to the front…fifty metres…rapid… FIRE! ”
No one fired a single round despite the Russians being
all out of the trees now and clearly visible in the firebreak, and then he saw
all his men were Corporal Bethers and their lower jaws were missing.
Their shoulders shook with mirth as they turned to
stare at him, the only one of the fighting patrol not dead, the only one not
disfigured.
He rose to meet the Russian’s bayonet charge and
gripped his own rifle firmly, but he felt it crack and then crumble to dust in
his grasp.
His men were still shaking in silent laughter and not
attempting to help.
“Give me a rifle someone!”
If anything they found his predicament even more
hilarious and some were rolling on the ground.
“Here sir, come and get mine!” the voice sounded from
behind him.
Robertson stood there holding out his own rifle, his
face missing.
“But you are dead, you died yesterday!”
Colin turned back and froze at the sight of a Russian
paratrooper charging directly at him, an impossibly long bayonet pointing
unwaveringly at his midsection.
Colin tried to move, to dodge out of the way but his
legs moved in slow motion.
He screamed aloud as the sharp steel transfixed him,
driving through to pin him against the tree behind.
“Nikoli…help me mate!” he called out to his friend who
had appeared in front of him.
But Fanny M glared with hatred at the
the head he dismissed the signaler and handed the
slip to Captain Huaiqing.
Al Jazeera News report: Argentina claims to have
attacked two surfaced submarines south of Falkland Islands. Both vessels
allegedly sunk. Salvaged items of wreckage displayed to media appear to be of
Russian manufacture along with items of Chinese and Russian uniforms.
Proceed on assumption Tuan and Admiral Potemkin lost.
On conclusion, scuttle vessels and evade.
“ Bao needs to be informed of the changes immediately.” Jie
Huaiqing said
Li nodded in agreement.
“High tide shortly after dusk tonight if memory
serves, and I trust that coming ashore high up the beach isn’t going to put you
in a minefield buried in the sand is it?”
“We will not be bothered by mines on the beach.”
Huaiqing replied with certainty.
Li looked at him quizzically.
Triggering a land mine on the beach would strip away the vital element of
surprise that the operation relied upon.
“Another part of the briefing I
slept through?”
“A little reptilian told me we will only have bored
and sleepy sentries to contend with.”
Captain Li shook his head slowly. This soldier was an
odd one, always with his nose in a book when not working out in the limited
space of the torpedo room, absorbing the most random information like a sponge.
Nevertheless, he was intelligent, resourceful, and well respected by his
troops.
As this new plan was their only viable option at
completing the mission with the remaining resources, he had to trust Jie’s
abilities.
“Well I hope your reptile informant is correct or we
are all screwed.” He gathered up the maps and documents and returned them to
the safe.
“Tonight would seem to be the night
then, Major.”
Chapter 2
Lambeth, London
It was curiously quiet in the forest, although Colin
could hear the drone of outgoing shells passing far overhead and impacting in
the distance.
Looking up through a gap in the foliage he could see
the base of the clouds toward the horizon briefly illuminated by the flashes of
the shells exploding but it was several seconds before the crump of their
detonation reached his ears.
The flashes of light also served to illuminate the
shapes of Russian paratroopers silently emerging from the trees across the fire
break, the light flashing off the long bayonets attached to their assault
rifles. AKs have their own folding bayonet but these were at least two feet in
length with serrated edges.
None of his men were opening fire though!
“Enemy to the front…fifty metres…rapid… FIRE! ”
No one fired a single round despite the Russians being
all out of the trees now and clearly visible in the firebreak, and then he saw
all his men were Corporal Bethers and their lower jaws were missing.
Their shoulders shook with mirth as they turned to
stare at him, the only one of the fighting patrol not dead, the only one not
disfigured.
He rose to meet the Russian’s bayonet charge and
gripped his own rifle firmly, but he felt it crack and then crumble to dust in
his grasp.
His men were still shaking in silent laughter and not
attempting to help.
“Give me a rifle someone!”
If anything they found his predicament even more
hilarious and some were rolling on the ground.
“Here sir, come and get mine!” the voice sounded from
behind him.
Robertson stood there holding out his own rifle, his
face missing.
“But you are dead, you died yesterday!”
Colin turned back and froze at the sight of a Russian
paratrooper charging directly at him, an impossibly long bayonet pointing
unwaveringly at his midsection.
Colin tried to move, to dodge out of the way but his
legs moved in slow motion.
He screamed aloud as the sharp steel transfixed him,
driving through to pin him against the tree behind.
“Nikoli…help me mate!” he called out to his friend who
had appeared in front of him.
But Fanny M glared with hatred at the
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