Jennifer Davis
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13
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The crisp morning air filled the streets of St. Petersburg, the capital city of the Ruthenia Empire. A sense of excitement and anticipation hung heavy in the atmosphere, as the city prepared to host its first-ever military parade. The grand display would showcase the modern war machines that the empire had developed over the last decade, symbolizing Ruthenia's rise as a global superpower. As dawn broke, the city buzzed with activity. Thousands of spectators gathered along the parade route, eager for a…-
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The Bogatyr, a copy of the C-130 Hercules, soared through the clouds with ease. The sun was just starting to rise, casting a beautiful orange glow across the sky. Inside the aircraft, Captain Vasili and his men sat in silence, preparing for their arrival in St. Petersburg. The Bogatyr had taken ten hours to fly from Bamaku, and as they approached their destination, the Special Forces could feel the anticipation building. They have successfully nabbed the man whom the Ruthenian Empire wanted taken for…
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The tension in the air was thick as the Special Forces waited for orders. The snipers positioned around the house used their thermal imaging technology to keep an eye on the situation inside. They could see the five people inside the house, three of them being armed militants while the other two were Captain Vasili's wife and child. The kidnappers were pacing back and forth, seemingly trying to figure out how to get out of the house alive. The sniper turned to his spotter, seeking guidance on how to…
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Learning the situation in Mali, Alexander rushed to the Command Ops and gave his words to Captain Vasili, assuring him that they'll get his family back at all costs. Now, watching the large LCD screen mounted on the wall, Alexander rapped his fingers on the table as he waited for the Special Forces they deployed in Hanseong to find Captain Vasili's wife and daughter. Ralf Hietela was captured and thank god they did, but Alexander didn't expect the prices that came with it, a family of the soldier who…
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The sun blazed down on the parched streets of Bamako, Mali, as Captain Vasili and his team of soldiers held their weapons steady, and trained on their target. Before them stood Ralf Hietela, a notorious arms dealer, and his gang of mercenaries whose weapons are lowered. Suddenly, a crackle came over his radio, and Vasili's heart leaped into his throat. It was Ivan, his second-in-command, calling from Hanseong with urgent news. "Captain, I just had a word from the guys in Hanseong," Ivan said, his voice…
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Alexander sat at his desk in the Winter Palace, his eyes scanning through the daily reports that were laid out before him. As the Emperor of the Ruthenia Empire, he made it his duty to be aware of everything that was happening within the country, from the economic state to foreign affairs. One of the reports that caught his attention was from Sergei, the head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. As Alexander read through the report, his brows furrowed in frustration. "So you're telling me that the hit in…
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The team quickly geared up and boarded the Bogatyr aircraft, which was specially designed for high-altitude jumps. As the plane took off, Vasili and his team mentally prepared themselves for the mission ahead. The Bogatyr aircraft soared high above the African landscape, cutting through the dense, humid air with ease. Inside, Captain Vasili and his team sat in silence, their minds focused on the mission ahead. Vasili looked out the window, taking in the breathtaking view below. From this altitude, the…
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Captain Vasili wandered through the bustling streets of Dakar, the capital city of Senegal, marveling at the rapid pace of development taking place all around him. The sound of heavy machinery and construction work filled the air, drowning out all other noises and causing Vasili to instinctively cover his ears. He gazed up at the towering skyscrapers under construction, their steel frames and concrete pillars rising high into the sky. As he walked, Vasili noticed that the streets were teeming with cars of…
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July 15th, 1935. The atmosphere in the cargo hold of the Bogatyr was tense. The Special Forces team who had conducted operations on the Belgian Congo were on their way to the air base in Dakar. Captain Vasili, their leader, stood apart from the rest, his eyes fixed on a small family picture in his hand. It depicted his wife holding their daughter, with a woman standing next to her - Gang Eun-Ae, the noblewoman who was once commander-in-chief of the righteous army in the Choson Empire. Vasili couldn't help…
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A day later, in the opulent Winter Palace Office, Alexander and Christina sat in ornate chairs, listening intently to Sergei's report on the development of the Belgian Congo operation. The room was suffused with the glow of the late afternoon sun, which shone through the windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Alexander's frustration was evident as he leaned forward in his chair and addressed Sergei with a tinge of anger in his voice. "So, are you saying that Ralf Hietela was not there?"…
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