The cold winds blew upon the soldier's jacket as he prepared to board the truck bound for
Moscow. He tried to light a cigarette, but the snow smothered it. A swift flash of color
shined behind him, and he quickly turned to see nothing there.
As he turned back a truck
appeared, but it seemed... odd. It wasn't tattooed with the red star that is usually on the
vehicles. The driver didn't look usual either. No-one trusted this truck, but this was a
mistake they'll find out later on...
In the tall buildings of Moscow they marched along the deserted streets, searching for the
Renegade Operation's agents. After 3 hours of searching, the soldiers decided that there
were none to be found. It was there that the soldiers had made a second mistake, for they
hadn't checked under the town...
Under the cracked roads and crashed cars lay a secret bunker full of guerrillas and camouflaged
weaponry.
"If we attack them here, and retreat, we can lead them straight into the fields"
Said one man in the shadows, who appeared to be the leader.
"Very good sir, but will they not wise up to this before they are led?"
Said Jacques, a scrawny French man.
"I know these men, I was once one of them, they will follow"
"Good General Catherby, Good... "
When dusk was nigh the soldiers confronted the Renegades on the streets, and engaged in combat.
After 10 minutes the Renegades started moving back, slowly, but leading them into the grasses.
In the fields the soldiers completely massacred the Renegades, not knowing of what the Renegades
led them into the fields for.
After hours of fighting, a man dressed in bones and skulls holding a book came onto the field. He
started reading from the book, his eyes glowed red and a gaping fissure dug into the Earth. It
completely swallowed the soldiers and their horrified screams echoed in the newly formed chasm as
they fell to their fiery death.
The bright sun rose upon the blood-stained battlefield, sunlight reflecting off the
soldier's guns that lay in the grass. General Catherby rose his rifle in the air, bellowing
to the heavens,
"Victory lays before us!"
And with that the soldiers, both living and wounded, cheered. They had won not the battle,
but the entire war.
"Although at what cost?"
It was the thought of many, as they retired to their bunker.
That night, the room which held the book was locked, and demonic screams could be heard from
the inside. An evil laugh echoed throughout the bunker, which awoke all sleeping Renegades.
A loud click was heard and the door unlocked, one brave, or stupid, Renegade slowly walked in,
to find the scorched, cut up bodies of those in the room. It was not the work of a knife, or
a fire, but the work of something.
The Renegade's read through the book, trying to find out what had happened. At last they had
found something, ah but something of grave misfortune.
"To those who read aloud the text from this book shall find their eternal soul scarred to an
eternity in the fiery pits of damnation"
At the moment this was read, the reader slammed the book shut, and instantly shoved it in the
furnace. But this was futile, as the instant the book touched the flames, they were burnt out.
And so today, the book is sealed in a vault, deep inside a cavern. To never be seen again.
