23 August, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

In a move that has shocked the political world at large ; the political science of Deutschland and the Union of Soviet Socialist democracy have concluded and signed a pact of reciprocal non-aggression. The released statements of many globe leaders has ranged across the spectrum, from one of rejoicing that the prospects of another great war in Europe has been avoided, to others who unofficially are seeking more information or are involved in a serial of ‘ intense discussions'with allied governments.


1 September, 1939 ( headline )

peeress and gentleman's gentleman today it is my sad duty to announce that war has returned to the Continent of Europe as on this day the armed forcefulness of Germany have invaded western Poland. Heavy fighting is reported by all face, with Federal Republic of Germany announcing ‘ deep, monolithic and span insight'by its gird personnel. Allegedly the round army is already collapsing ; surrendering in ever growing numbers and the authorities has fled the Nation for mental institution in Rumania. Unofficial news report from radio operators in Poland speak of continued resistance that is ‘ stout, strong and fix'in the face of the wanton aggression of Germany.

Many world loss leader have strongly denounced this aggression on the percentage of the government of Germany, with Anatole France, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and the United body politic of the States demanding that the United States Army of Germany stop all belligerency at once. This is to be followed by withdrawal to the pilot border, while an international mediation via the League of Nations occurs to resolve the thing of hostilities between the various governments.

No comment has been relayed from the German government.


3 September, 1939 ( Headlines )

On this day the crisis in European Union has grown exponentially, with the government of France and Britain officially declaring war upon the government of Germany for the invasion of Poland. Contacts within the respective military and government departments tell that armed intervention in Poland, and the aim territorial invasion of Federal Republic of Germany ‘ shall happen within a handwriting numeration of days, or at well-nigh, before the next two weeks are over.'

The fighting continues on, with the governing of Federal Republic of Germany reporting more and more soil gained with each passing 60 minutes, while cultivation generator report the main thrust of the German language blitz has been blunted, but that the Nation casualties have been in high spirits. The announcement of the annunciation of war by France and United Kingdom has brought renewed hope for the beleaguer res publica.


17 September, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

In a move of blatant self-seeking and aggression the armies of the North of Soviet Socialist republic have invaded eastern Poland. The representatives of the USSR declared that the relocation is to insure that law and order of magnitude and stability are maintained in the face of the complete prostration of the gloss government. Within 60 minutes the move had been condemned by well-nigh phallus of the conference of Nations…


5 October, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

Poland has officially ceased to live according to the governments of Germany and the Russia. The small land of Latvia, Republic of Lithuania and Estonia have been annexed by the USSR after being coerced into signing one sided ‘ common defense treaty'with the telephone exchange commie government of Russia….

Unconfirmed news report reference that official from Suomi have been invited to Moscow for ‘ discourse of a most specific nature concerning the mutual defence reaction of both countries.'One other high-level military machine officer explained that usually means ‘ Moscow makes the terror and Suomi will do concessions, or there shall be war in the end…'


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deep in the halls of STAVKA, Supreme headquarters for the build up forces of the USSR, the assembled leaders stand at attending as the lone man walked calmly in the room access and silently proceeded to the head of the foresighted, map-covered table.

His every footfall echoed like hell dust across the room, and heightened the duncish tensity that was further magnified by his aura of power, government agency, cruelty and determination. He reveled in the veneration that radiated from all of those lay out, for all knew with a dim-witted gesture, a nod, or one spoken countersign, he could relieve oneself or erupt any or all of their vocation, post them to the gulag for life, or have them summarily executed.

Taking his seat he motioned for all to sit and began to explain the matter at manus."Comrades, the conquest of Republic of Poland and the annexation of Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia are nearing completion. The ancient territorial dominion of our capital Rodinia are nearly complete, with one vexing exclusion. Despite our most generous offering to them, the flunky of the Imperialist West, especially those of Great Britain, who ‘ govern'in Finland, have slapped aside the hand of Communist generosity."

"Comrades, as of now I am instructing all of you to enact the plans we have prepared for such an contingency,"the man stated, hammering away on the table with his clenched fist as his oculus, cold and gray, blazed with ferocity and rage at the authorities who has defied him since he was forced to ratify the 1921 Treaty of Tartu forced upon the peaceable people of the USSR by the decrepit and Imperialist-led conference of Nations.

"Comrades, explain to me again every detail of the programme as they exist at this time, do not leave out one contingent,"he declared as he motioned for the NKVD guards, members of the revere State Security apparatus, to watch for the first suggestion of defeatism, hesitation or anything that may be construed as traitorousness. For those so suspect the results would be publically declared ‘ a quiet and well earned retirement'…

Something that all at the tabular array, especially the man who inspired such awe and terror in all about him, knew to mean ‘ death by firing squad.'

For that lone man, Premier Chief Joseph Stalin, he wanted it no early way. He and he alone ruled in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, and he held the fate of all in his hands alone.

For nearly twenty yr he had fumed over the humiliation Finland and her Imperialist backers had inflicted upon him in 1921. So now he will have his revenge and have the right soil of the Old Russian Tsar's restored to the homeland, under right Communist guidance of course.

He listened as the details were explained over various minute, with only one belittled addition proposed to see to it there will be no question as to ‘ Finnish aggression'being the suit of the coming invasion."Make it so,"said Joseph Stalin.


31 October, 1939 ( Headlines )

Today before the assembly of the Supreme Soviet, Foreign pastor Molotov, for the first time in public announced the terminus ‘ requested'of the administration of Finland to ‘ ensure the defense reaction of the peaceful the great unwashed of the marriage of Soviet Socialist Republics.'

The ‘ requests,'a polite term for what near people in the Democratic nations of the globe will call ‘ demand at the detail of a gun'were for land to be leased for thirty old age, or transferred directly into the script of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics while the governance of Suomi would receive in restoration land that is innocent and worthless. High German premier Adolph Der Fuhrer has called upon the people of Finland and their leadership to bear the condition peacefully while time remains for them to do so…

Needless to say, the message of ‘ while time remains for them to do so…'has dramatically increased tensity in a continent already at war between the Allies and the Axis mightiness.


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Sir Leslie Stephen half-listened to the newsworthiness coming from the everyday radio broadcast that detailed the current physique up of tension between Suomi and Russian Federation. Day by day the negotiation had been summarized in the typical way of Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili and his cohorts…

"Agree to our terms with no compromise or confront the fist of steel from our armies."That is the content they have sent before, when Finland finally won its independency at the end of the Great War.

Memories of that ferocious clock time played across his mind as he examined the masterly-crafted rifle that he held ; its perfect design and balance, custom-made as a birthday present tense to one exceptional to him, will defecate her one of the smashing of hunters ever to stalk biz in the Ellen Price Wood. The new scope mounted to it was commissioned by a friend of his, whose designs were a generation or More ahead of their time.

Sir Leslie Stephen twirled and tossed the rifle ; rapidly worked the bolt-action to attain the final spirit of how smooth it will play when sentence was of the marrow - as he learned recently with a bear that almost had him for dinner. No defect could be found, no defect, no misunderstanding in his big creation of all the piece he has handcrafted in his life sentence as an armorer, soldier, huntsman and…dealer in goods and clobber best leftfield unexplained and preferably never found by agents of the law.

He and his Friend had prepared to the best they could…let the Russians come, the hornets nest waits…

Pleased with the rifle he slid it into its white-fur-lined scabbard and two-fold checked the harness for any defect. Again he found none, his friends having done their work to absolute perfection.

"She will fuck this rifle,"Stephen said as he mulled over the coming event,"her birthday is on the 30th of Nov. I will be there and show her how to hunt with her new rifle ; she will track down as never before until all know her name."

All too soon Stephen would come to infer the prophetic tone of his Word. For that rifle will be wielded by one to become a legend…


24 November, 1939 ( headline )

tensity continue to build between the government of Finland and the USSR as two counter proposals were made to find an honorable solution to the need of Moscow. Both proposals were summarily rejected as being completely impossible on the assumption they would leave the Soviet Union completely vulnerable in the region of Leningrad.

All diplomatic ties between Finland and the Russia have been severed by the expiration of the Finnish company after being ordered home to Helsinki for ‘ consultations.'


26 Nov, 1939 ( Headlines )

Unconfirmed reports coming from the party news table service of the USSR have declared a ‘ surprise and dastardly attack on Russian territory has occurred by units of the Fascist government of Finland upon instructions by their masters, the Imperialist Industrialists of the West.'

Foreign rector Vyacheslav Mikhailovich Molotov has condemned this ‘ massacre of Russian youth and death of much Russian history in the borderline village of Mainila…

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"My colleague comrades,"declared the legendary ‘ man of steel,'chancellor Stalin to the Soviet heights statement who stood at care before the table where he sat."Negotiations have fallen through with the fascistic government of Finland, and now we have this wanton assault upon our homeland. As per plans already prepared for such an occurrence, the parliamentary procedure are henceforth given to you and your troops…just before dawn on 30 Nov the great army of the Union of Soviet Socialist commonwealth shall invade Finland and emancipate her oppressed hoi polloi who cry for freedom under a proper Communist government."

His anger flared hot in his eyes and iron-cold in his words as he slammed his hired man on the grueling mesa,"I will be very clear in this subject. Failure will not be tolerated ; the flimsy sign of incompetence, cowardly legal action and subversiveness against the political party or the state will mean summary slaying by the NKVD. All orders and program made will be approved by them before any are carried out. Remember, they answer to me alone…"

needle to say everyone got the message.

Stalin grinned and reveled in the absolute fear the men around him displayed. HE was in control, the master of all in Russia to do with as he pleased.

Soon enough the disgrace inflicted upon him by Republic of Finland so long ago will be avenged, a glowering position on his fierce reputation. Everyone present knew that the words he spoke of flush it negotiations were mere window dressing, for the might of four Russian Army corps was in topographic point at key crossing full stop along the Finland - Russian border.

Invasion had been inevitable for some time, and the Fin's would pay for their bullheadedness in fire and stock.



30 November 1939 rear-area of Russian ninth Army Corp

Major-General Yuri Bogdan watched the borderline region from the wooded ridge just shy of the Finnish-Russian border. The minuscule village, little more than a hamlet not even worthy of a mark on any official map, showed at the limits of his field glasses, just one more tiddler obstacle for the grand liberation of Suomi that will be erased in a few more minutes.

He turned to the regimental commander who surrounded him, each standing tall and proud, as he gave them his final instructions in the great crusade that is to get. Each order of magnitude was repeated back in precise contingent to him and to the sectionalisation's chief commissar, Major-General Vitaly of the NKVD ( State Security ). All of the officers knew that one misstep, one failure, one infraction, or the appearing of any of the aforementioned, can become grounds for summary capital punishment by the NKVD.

Anyone doubting that only had to peek at the freshly turned land that marked xxx grave accent of fellow military officer who were shot an time of day ago for ‘ inappropriate lack of fighting spirit for the suit of the state.'

"familiar,"Major-General Bogdan spoke to the forgather officers,"our division has been granted the laurels of spearheading the Crusade in the liberation of our communist brethren from the fascists who currently rule Finland. As you know, LE than 72 hr ago, our self-governing soil was violated in a border clash designed to chevy the world's sympathy for the bandit leaders of Finland and thus work them against our honorable leader fellow Stalin."

He watched Major-General Vitaly casually stroll back and Forth River around the officers, as one would expect of a rancher or farmer inspecting his prized collection of moo-cow and bullock before sending them to mart. He went on with his speech,"Comrades, each of us will execute our parts to beau ideal, and we will maintain radio silence as per Army Headquarters orders until learn otherwise. Use the motorbike couriers you have well and with due diligence, no chance to break down the enemy must be wasted."

He hammered his clinch fist into his gloved hand,"Speed, jounce and unrelenting pressure, this is how we shall split this section of the forepart line across-the-board opened and advance ever onward. All prisoners taken are to be sent to our comrades of State Security unless directed, as per social club signed by Premier brother Stalin, otherwise by each regiments commissar or by lodge of Major-General commissar Vitaly."

He pointed to the recently filled Stephanie Graf to one face of the gathered policeman,"Understand, there is to be no retreat or surrender,"his voice deepened as his cult mounted,"those who do so are guilty of treason and shall be dealt with swiftly as these double-dealer to the state have been care with."

"Now return to your regiments and get ready to get across the boundary line as per plans,"he watched the officers salute and flee for their staff vehicle like a panicked gathering of cony in the sight of a band of hawks on the hunt.

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Stephen had just crested the small pitcher's mound pinnacle when he heard the initiatory thundering of artillery unleashed from across the molding. He watched in repulsion as bang after crushing eruption of carom casing and Eruca sativa landed around the village of Summers Mist, where his granddaughter Nikkei's birthday political party is taking place, a day of joy and happiness as his country of origin neared war that no one wanted to consume happen.

Sadly, as the clouds of fastball and churned globe merged with the cries and howler of his house and Quaker, he knew the war no one wanted had begun. He shouldered the cloth-wrapped present he had spent so many months crafting for Nikkei's birthday, and felt the weeping flow down his cheeks as he watched his reality taken from him for the second time in his life by warfare.


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Her world spun in a daze of painful sensation and giddiness as she struggled to open up her middle. The gentle crackling of a fire flooded her capitulum and the mixture of cooking kernel, burning wood and other odors assaulted her sense of feel with overpower effect. She struggled to grow, slowly lifting herself onto her elbows and then falling back to the ground still enshrouded by the thick blanket someone had put over her while she was unconscious mind.

A figure leaned down succeeding to her and handed her a cup of cold water that she guzzled down, all but choking upon its cool descent into her parched mouth and throat.

"Easy Nikkei, prosperous there remove your clock time,"Stephen said as he helped her sit up. He checked the large contusion she had on her brow and chuckled as she swatted at him when he touched one sore blot after another."You will be ok Nikkei ; at the least I still have my granddaughter with me."

"Grandpa what happened,"Nikkei asked, not comprehending his lastly parole he had said to her,"Where are all the others, mum and papa and my brothers…"She stopped upon seeing the facial expression that showed upon his side, understanding at last what had happened to everyone else.

"No grandad, no not that, please not that,"she said, collapsing into his arms as he drew her close. She broke down completely, the whoreson coming hard and fast for the going of her total phratry."Why grandfather, why did this have to happen ?"

"I don't know Nikkei, I honestly don't know,"Sir Leslie Stephen said as he rocked her back and forth.

Actually he did love, having followed the intense negotiations between the Finnish-Soviet regime. Each day the USSR had become more and more demanding in the concessions it sought, making it percipient with none-too-subtle terror and gesture that war would be the solution bring through for sodding and categoric yielding of all territorial demand made…a chemical chain of demands that Stephen knew could not be accepted by Finland.

Yet he, like near in the hamlet, had hoped for coarse common sense and peace to hail about. So it was that Nikkei's eighteenth natal day offered a sentence to celebrate and for the community to blank out about the extraneous human race for a short time…then the bombardment arrived, slaughtering nearly everyone and destroying every construction in the area.

Only Nikkei survived due to her having been flung like a ragdoll into an irrigation ditch. Stephen had found her one-half immobilise and brought her to one of the small cabins in the wooded James Jerome Hill he called base, hoping to figure out how to get her to safety when she could travel again.

Nikkei pointed to the bound bundle next to Stephen and asked,"granddad, what is that you have there ?"

He looked into her pain-filled center, gladiola for something to perturb her even for a short time from the crushing release of all that she had known."This is my birthday talent for you Nikkei, just as I promised to make last class, one all of your own."

Nikkei watched as Sir Leslie Stephen untied the megabucks and removed a rifle scabbard from beneath the canvas. He turned and presented it to her as if she were a female monarch of some forget nation worthy of a rarified and valued gift from her people.


She took the rifle scabbard in her hands and laid it across her lap, stroking the diffuse leather covered in flannel fur. The rifles stock, made of finely lacquered woodwind carved in detailed images of her hunting in the deep woods spoke of Stephens's attainment as a captain gun Jehovah and armorer.

Gently Nikkei pulled it relinquish of the scabbard and examined it for some time, feeling the accurate balance and form that already felt a natural extension of her. The telescopic sight glistened in the soft firelight, and she spotted the signature of an old ally of her grandfathers, a man who made masterwork optic superior to level the finest made in Germany.

Two wonderful gem for her birthday ; such a prize of wealth she felt worthless of possessing let alone being able to hold in her hands.

"Grandpa I can't take this, it's more suitable in your hands…"she shushed as Stephen shook his head.

"You saved me from that bear concluding year Nikkei,"he said with a smiling. He had made one mistake on the hunt he had taken her on, one consequence of negligence in which the bear reared up and threatened his life. Nikkei proved the quicker though, as she placed three slugs into the bears heart and head and thus mortally wounded the brute. It still fought on for some time before it succumbed, but in restoration for saving him, Sir Leslie Stephen promised Nikkei he would craft a rifle worthy of her phenomenal skills.

"I wish mama and papa could get seen this, along with everyone else…'she began to sob again as the truth slammed home hard in her substance. Her family is gone forever, as are her friends, all save for Sir Leslie Stephen. Something deep in her somebody snapped, flooding her with a fiery resolve that consumed her in an moment. The beast who had done this to them will be made to pay, and in blood.

"grandfather, where are the ogre who did this, where are they ?"she demanded, her vocalisation filled with anger and storm none could feature dreamed existed. None save for Sir Leslie Stephen who had long recognized the same traits in her that he had, and sympathise nothing will hold in her back from having her revenge on the Russians, no topic if in the end it cost her own life.

He shook his head, recalling the time back in the struggle of 1918 when Republic of Finland won its independence from the Tsar's of Russia, and the sentence of difficulty which followed. He had been a colonel then, and for a time he fought as a enthusiast behind the melodic line, becoming such a scourge on his enemies that they called him ‘ ghostwriter Bear.'

"And so account will repeat itself…"he whispered. That drew a peculiar looking from Nikkei who still waited for his answer.

"Nikkei we are going to get you to safety and then I and some friends will get to defend these devil, I will not lose…oh why I even bother…'He snorted and rolled his centre to the Eden as she struggled to stand up and storm out of the diminished cabin to go it alone."God above, she is more like me than even her mama could have figured…"

"Nikkei hold on there,"he grabbed her as she began to crock up to the floor, still woozy from the blow to her straits."Fine then, I have a few things to get ready for our hunting, we will be partizan then here in our orbit of the woods and hills ; one affair emphatically, I call the shots and we do this my way until we have driven those monsters out of our homeland."

"fine grandpa,"Nikkei said as she wrapped up once again in the thick mantle."We do it your way, just so long as I get to kill Russians…"her words became unintelligible as she drifted off into slumber.


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As Nikkei slumbered away the day, Sir Leslie Stephen headed off into the woods, making contact with some old friends who dealt in issue best left unmentioned in the comportment of the assurance. They had prepared for the prospect of war coming, establishing caches of arms and early gear around the orbit for a isthmus of enthusiast to use if they needed it…and now they will, for once again ‘ specter Bear'will introduce into war and make his enemies pay for their crimes in blood.

He continued on into the woods, seeking a place where his personal memory cache of ‘ special goods'waited retrieval.

As the terminus came into sight, little Sir Thomas More than a clustering of Rock and bush covering a minuscule cavern in their profoundness he reached into his coat and rested his hand upon the hilt of his hunting tongue. The faintest olfactory perception of cigar tobacco filtered through the air, coming closer with each passing sec, soon to be joined with the indulgent crunch - crunching of various duad of snowshoes coming towards him.

He edged into the nearby shrub and trees, concealing himself so as to appear as little more than another small clump of Rock at the base of a mighty northerly pine as the people who followed him closed in, footfall by step, and into dramatic distance of his ambush…

Lightning fast he slammed his elbow into the gut of the man who had snuck up behind him, following up with a fist to his foe throat, as he grabbed the man by his coat and dragged him to the ground. Sir Leslie Stephen pulled out his knife to hand over the death blow and suddenly stopped as the man beneath him gently chuckled.

captain Sir Robert Robinson of the Suomi Army grinned and looked at Stephen,"You have not lost any of the skill you taught all of us those years ago Colonel Sir Leslie Stephen. Now if you don't brain, let me up and I will signal my men not to try and shoot you…"

"Like they really could get that close,"Stephen snorted,"I heard them from a one-half kilometer off. You learned the lessons well, but apparently your own students have not. Now why are you here Captain, and please I am just Stephen now, no longer a colonel of the army…or will I be again."

"Stephen is it then,"began Edward Goldenberg Robinson,"we're here to reconnoiter and chivy the advancing Soviet ground forces as it heads up the route. someone has to last out behind and go partisans, though from the grin on your facial expression I assume you already have begun that undertaking ?"

"In a personal manner of speechmaking,"Stephen filled in his old student and ally in on his plans."Right now I am off to contact others in the area who will watch and expunge as they can. Even in our independent path, we can work together and puddle the Russians life a living hell."

Robinson nodded as he caught the subtle usage of ‘ we'in his hold up prison term, apprisal of another who will hunt the Russians with Stephen.

"funfair enough Stephen,"Sir Robert Robinson said as his men advanced, shocked to see their leader talking to an old man who appeared to come up out of nowhere. He looked at Stephen and asked of his old friend,"So then, what public figure will our mystic hunter be called ?"

Stephen grinned, knowing then and there Robinson will go along with anything he asked or needed done,"The Snow Fox, for we will show the true deceitfulness us Fins have when on our menage earth. Now I have to get a few other things done and ‘ acquired'then the search will begin."

So it was, after a quick handshake, the men departed.


3 Dec 1939 near front end line of Russian 163rd Infantry Division


Major Joseph stood by the armor staff car with his sub-machine gun clenched tight in his grasp. His Superior in the NKVD ( State Security ) had made his instructions painfully absolved ; keep a close eye on the activities of Major-General Bogdan as he served as his driver, courier and personal bodyguard out in the field. failure in any way will result in summary execution.

Over a dozen Sir Thomas More soldiers, young deputy and captains, stood around or waited in their own staff car for instructions from the superior general. Almost all of them gazed from time to time to the advancing product line of truck, cooler and tank-riding infantry that snaked its way along the single road ever deeper into Finland. The distant ground-shaking thunder of the artillery no longer registered with them, having become little more than backcloth noise in the fourth day of their lightning fasting ( variety of ) pace of the attack.

Major-General Bogdan stood high-pitched upon the hood of his car as he scanned the visible horizon with his okay binoculars, a giving from his grandfather many long long time past. His defeat mounted by the minute at the stubbornness of the Finnish withstander who have defied his power to smash through them for the last three years. Three day and his division were barely twenty knot across the border.

"upper, velocity and ever more than speed. That is how we win this war, hurrying, shock and uncompromising hostility against any who stand against us,"he muttered to himself."Captain Craigson, assure that all regimental and glower commanders understand the purchase order. Unrelenting pressure, there will be no more withdrawing or moving other than at the enemy ahead. Any nonstarter and I will personally shoot the ship's officer myself if need be."

The captain repeated back his teaching, saluted and retreated to his stave car, which tore off down the road with due haste to ensure the message was received and duly carried out.

Major-General Bogdan growled as he watched his part slowly crawl down the road."The Suomi crawler's of the Imperialist Rebecca West and Capitalists will learn what it means to hold the Soviet Union. We will take back what is rightfully ours since long before the gyration began. They wanted war, so now they shall throw it and we will rebuild their society into a true Communist state as it should be."

His humor suddenly brightened at the ken of a of a bombardment of truck-mounted roquette launchers and two batteries of ordnance moved off the road and began to set up for firing at fair game located by his scouts. So much firepower being cook meant that at least a plurality or two of enemy soldiers had gathered to piss a desperate last point of view against his armor and foot tearing ever inscrutable into their homeland.

The sound of a minibike informed him that a messenger had arrived, and he nodded in satisfaction as the man stopped his bike, handed his note of hand to Captain Dima who double-timed it to the general. When he read the note, Major-General Bogdan felt his roue boil as he shouted, raged and cursed while directing another minibike mounted courier to move forward and tell his divisional home base to advertise his three hint regiments forward with all speed or expression instruction execution at his own hands.

He cursed the orders of ‘ absolute radio receiver secretiveness'that came from his superiors at Army HQ's fifty or more mi behind his variance."Damn them for their defiance to the needs of the motherland !"he shouted while shaking his fist in the commission of the Finnish defenders.

Nearby another older policeman smiled at the right-down rage of Major-General Bogdan. Of course when this policeman smiled, all the attendant officeholder of the general cringed, instantly coming to attention and saluting, if only to save their own lives, not knowing death stalked all of them from another position…



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"Say what you will that one has a bit of a temperament problem,"Stephen said as he eased the binoculars down from his optic. Clad in solid-white winter clothing his eyes shifted across the view and then across the country before him. Even the slightest trend drew his tending as he quickly dismissed it as the wind, an animal or a Russian Soldier moving around on some mission or another.

He watched a mo officer, probably the NKVD twin of the officer who stood atop his cars hood, stroll with gross arrogance and gall becoming of a Commissar of high gear rank over to the vehicle and climbing upon the punk as well. The remaining officers stood at a sizable distance, all save for the officer's driver who looked and moved like a small terrier determined to protect its headmaster from a ring of starved wolves.


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"Yes comrade they do bear it coming for their rebelliousness to the needs of the motherland,"said major superior general Vitaly, Political Commissar for the partition of Major-General Bogdan."It appears you are ahead of schedule by a bit, despite word approach of some resistance run into by your jumper lead elements."

"fellow Commissar it is good to see you up and about."Major-General Bogdan said as he gave his comrade the upright military greeting he could cope."We are pushing hard for our Day objective and I have ordered the men to push all the harder. There is some reported resistance, yet we shall push harder than before and shatter them completely. In short order any captive will be in your mitt, as they should be, and we shall be one stair closer to flying the flag of International Communism high over this Din Land of defiant banditti."


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To Stephen left hand, slightly higher up upon the craggy mess of gem and shrub among the big pine wood a pair of bluish eye stared at the officers through the range of her rifle. She slowly brought her hand up to the scope and made some hour adjustments, allowing her to conduct with the range, wind and other variables to place her shot rightfulness on aim when the moment arrived.

Both officers on the cars hood turned to watching the sensible horizon through their field glasses.

She drew the crosshairs stratum with the newly arrived officeholder's skull, and braced the rifles lineage against her shoulder while resting her finger on the trigger.

"I'm going for them granddad,"Nikkei whispered to Sir Leslie Stephen, who nodded in response.

One final calculation of the range and all variables flowed through her mind as she squeezed the trigger…


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Major-General Bogdan smiled as the heavy artillery sounded off, the gimcrack roaring of the howitzer merging with the screaming cry of Katyusha Eruca vesicaria sativa tearing off from their truck-mounted launchers. He shook his fist in joy, imagining the carnage beginning to fall on the hapless Finland Army regulars'just klick ahead when he felt something wet splatter across the side of his head, left arm and chest.


He turned in fourth dimension to see the body of Major-General Vitaly collapse to the land with all of the blessing of a butchered Sus scrofa. The sight of the gaping wound left from the bullet train his head had intercepted caused Bogdan to immobilise, unable to displace, speak, or even think. He knew then and there that death was only moments away from claiming him in its icy hands.

Major Joseph leapt upon the gondola punk and tackled Major-General Bogdan. The hummer meant for the general took the man in the back, severed his vertebral column and ruptured his nitty-gritty, abruptly before he and the full general plummeted to the ground, sheltered by the armored car from the snipers fire.

topsy-turvyness reigned in the full general unit as some of the men ran to help Major-General Bogdan and the fallen commissar and Major Joseph. The ease peacenik for the cheeseparing covering they could find and returned flame with pistol, rifle or sub-machinegun at suspected sniper emplacement as the field artillery continued to boom away and make it nearly impossible for one man to hear another even close up.

With mechanical efficiency, one officer after another flopped to the land, a single red wounding found in their torn throats or skulls. In less than two minutes, as the artillery fell silent once again and their crowd commenced grooming to act on down the route, thirteen men lay dead on primer, while the survivors huddled in the protective shadow of cover song, not daring to propel or even breath.

Even the normally unflappable Major-General Bogdan looked about, stunned and overwhelmed at the sheer mass murder wrecked by some unknown opposition in such a short span of time. It was over a 30 minutes before he regained his calmness and shouted out orders to move the unit to his partition central office and even longer to apprise regular army HQ of the personnel casualty of Major-General Vitaly.

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"Come Nikkei its fourth dimension to leave and quickly,"Stephen said to her as he finished wiring the last of many ‘ talent'he had set out earlier to further punish the Russians when they came to enquire the orbit. As he considered the carnage to come from his ‘ gift,'Stephen and Nikkei donned their skis and disappeared into the woodwind little more than twin shade headed to one of many temporary shelters they will occur to use in the weeks and calendar month ahead.


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The visual modality of the snaking trail of armoured combat vehicle, truck, artillery and infantry which pushed ever profoundly into his country of origin sickened Captain Edwin Arlington Robinson. He wondered how much of a fortune his nation honestly had to arrest this unyielding mass of metal and men bent upon the all over subjugation of Finland.

One of his men tapped him on his shoulder and pointed down to the roadside where a force of infantry began to gain under the angered rescript of officers watched by stern-eyed NKVD political commissar. Some of the officeholder, led by a commissar Major, examined one area of ground and the bodies left behind after some kind of ambush had occurred.

A warm count of the foot told him that he and his men faced a reward ship's company of Russian soldiers, who began to circulate out. Some marched unto a small crag of stone and bush while the remainder headed towards Robinson and his men at a tonic walk. He could see that the appendage of this minute dance orchestra were hesitant and on edge, though their fears of the commissars outweighed any risk from the woodlands ahead of them.


Captain Lennox Robinson and his handful of men dropped down under blanket as a modest detonation erupted from that bouldery crag, felling over a dozen Russian soldiers. topsy-turvydom erupted as a second gear blast erupted, unleashing a undulation of metal bit, nails, and other rocket that wounded a mark and five of men. The surviving infantry began to fire at random into the Grant Wood with rifles and sub-machineguns as fast as they could while yelling at the top of their lungs.

They charged at the Wood edge, only to have their ragged organisation shattered by a chain of blasts triggered by secret tripwires. tower of smoke and tossed dirt rose as men fell to the ground seeking masking, perfectly or dying.

"Now men, now, take them down while we can !"Captain Robinson shouted to his men as the arrant time for a improvise ambush had arrived. Rifles merged with the tap-tapping of four sparkle political machine gun for hire which scythed across the Russian infantry, felling them one after another after another.

In less than a minute the battle was over and his men swarmed among the drained Russians to gather rifles, ammo and anything of Charles Frederick Worth in the way of armed forces intelligence they could find out. Two minutes after they began, he and his men disappeared back into the woods, where two 60 minutes and seven kilometers away the skipper examined a set of orders to the NKVD political commissar Major to ‘ breakthrough and do in the bandit who slew Major-General Vitaly and 14 other officers.'

"15 officers and they left behind a Chain of booby traps for their pursuer ?"sergeant Jermaine, the aide of maitre d' Jack Roosevelt Robinson, whistled softly and shook his oral sex in mental rejection."Who could possibly take done that ?"

"I'll tell you who did this,"Captain Robinson said with a looking at of astonishment on his aspect,"It was the employment of the Snow Fox. I need a runner to get the information we have back to our position of the lines, and get it there on the double."

Captain Robinson watched the messenger ski away and then turned to his men and nodded. Quiet as the still air around them they departed, determined to watch and hit the invading Russians whenever and wherever they can to take a leak life as deplorable for them as possible.


7-8 Dec, 1939 Sweden - unknown manor house firm

Swedish Prime minister Hansson looked out the library window upon a nation covered in snow and for a moment dreamed that the world was still at peace. He sighed, knowing that such a dream is finished for many a year to come in since another great war has erupted.

turn back to his two other guests he looked upon his old friend Ryti, heyday government minister of Finland and here on ‘ private matters'for his nation."Will the terminus be acceptable in the end ?"he asked of Ryti.

bloom rector Ryti looked at the third gentleman in the room, a man of pitiless ambition and ill-concealed greed. No subject the absolute despite he held for this man, Finland needed the weapons and supplies even more ; so he has dealt with the lesser of two evils to write his home."It will be acceptable, as per the terms we have agreed upon."

"Very salutary then,"the third man declared as he stood and adjusted his coating,"have the money transferred into my Swiss write up by the usual means ; just to be clear, this meeting never happened and I will deny any and all quotation of it in public. I am helping you due to the fact I hate the Russians more than anything else."

With that the man, German marshall Woodrow Charles Herman Goring departed for his trajectory home.



7-8 December, 1939 rear-area Russian one-ninth army Corp

In the old prospector's cabin, little more than a reanimate hutch, Nikkei watched as the sun cast its last light beam of light before departing below the visible horizon and allowing the night to comprehend the realm in its bag. She put the blanket back into berth, to hold open even the slight firelight from escaping into the outside world. She looked to the cabin door and wondered when Stephen would be back from ‘ meeting with some friends nearby.'

She returned to cleaning her rifle with great aid, determined to check that the weapon of her revenge was kept in perfect condition for the following ambush set by Stephen and her. Step by footstep as she had been taught so long ago she cleaned and oiled each part in twist, ensuring that not one speck of dirt, grit, or anything could jam or plug it up at the moment when she would need it most.

The small receiving set Stephen had somehow gotten his hands upon whispered tidings of the outside earthly concern between the static-filled cries of the aurora borealis dancing overhead. What news came from official sources among the Northern and European post painted a bleak hereafter for her homeland, as four massive US Army groups have crossed the moulding from north to south, seeking to conquer the total nation.

To the Confederate States, on the Karelian Isthmus the Russians have pushed the Suomi army back to the Mannerheim dividing line. A massive gun onslaught, nearly two days in length if the report card are to be believed, preceded a massed infantry assault in the realm of Taipale supported with regimental strength artillery, rocket-fire, aerial bombing and loudspeakers used to circularise claim for surrender of the Finnish army until they were shot apart by Finnish snipers.

Nikkei listened and smiled, pleased to hear the news of the Finnish army had dug in thick, with well sighted artillery unit and weapons, and then ripped apart the Russians assault. Casualties from the butchery were estimated at 5000 dead Russians and twice that injured, along with 500 prisoner. Curiously she heard about the crushing frustration made against the Russian armour, some eighty tanks destroyed or disabled and captured.

She and Stephen had seen a few such tanks moving along the lone road that linked Russian Federation and their US Army that advanced slowly into Finland. Stephen seemed genuinely afraid of the metal savage, though she respected what they could do, the sight of the gasoline-filled fuel metal drum mounted on the back deck of cards of them gave her an idea of how to barricade one…literally it would go up in flames…

And role of the ‘ special ammunition'prepared for her by Stephen and his Quaker would do that job quite nicely.

Nikkei looked at the small trio of bottles tied to her pack, each one prepared to deliver another deadly surprise on any armored beast or vehicle when assailed during an surprise onrush. Sir Leslie Stephen had been rather dubious about the theme when she suggested it, but on the narrow down secondary roadstead in the midst woods, five burned out trucks and a panoplied car testified to its simplistic and brutal efficiency.

Once she had finished her care for the rifle she gently traced the unexampled grading burned into the wooden stock. Each mark was that of a snow fox, barely 8mm in size, and representing a single killing she had scored since she had become involved in the war for her homeland. Twenty-four little dodger, 24 kills, some of them the motorbike courier being used to transmit Holy Order between Russian Headquarters.

The last messenger had turned out to be the most life-sustaining one to date. She and Stephen had been crossing one of the secondary roads during a light-headed snowfall with her in the lead, and covering Stephen after she reached the far side. No sooner had she prepared her rifle the courier came tearing around a bend in the road. She had aimed and shot him down without a seconds hesitation, and thus gained both of them a operational motorbike and the vital goods in the couriers satchel case.


Long into the nighttime Stephen had sat in this very cabin after dumping the motorbike, out of gas and appropriately booby-trapped for any queer Russians. The paperwork he looked through contained high-value military machine computer code and communiqués, orders of battle and provision status - it detailed the low level of provisions and ammo among the Russian army units in this area.

Stephen had explained he needed to get this stuff to some ‘ friends in high places'and would be back as soon as he could. She was given some special command : if he is not back by the first ray of dawn the succeeding day, or at the first of all sighting of a Russian, she is to fly at once and head for one of the six sights he described. Of course if time permitted before she bolted, she was to ‘ activate'the small surprisal contained in the cabin for the stupid Russians.

Her sleep that Night was fitful and tormented by nightmares of strange things coming out of the mists she could not recollect after being woken by a flight of Soviet Air power hoagie and champion overhead. She took a blossom out the lowly window facing to the due east and hoped against hope to see Stephen coming up the trail in the rising sun…

Instead she gasped at the spate of four grievance Russian infantry advancing at a steady tread towards the cabin.


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"Keep down and watch, no one make any noise that may fetch them down upon us,"Stephen whispered to the men who accompanied him. When Hannu, Kalevi, Joni and their partisans nodded he turned back to watch the band of Russians advancing towards the cabin in which Nikkei sheltered. He could only pray she had already fled for one of the former meeting places and will wait there for him.

time by meter the soldiers advanced and spread out to circle the cabin under the iron-hard gaze of the units'commissars. If anyone remained inside the cabin there will be no probability for them to run, and the supplies needed by the partisans will probably be found as well…


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Nikkei quickly tossed on her great pelage, slipped on her pack and foray scabbard, and prayed as never before in her life as she struck a match and held it to the length of fuse-cord leading to Stephen short surprise for the fasting approaching Russians.

Once the corduroy started to hiss and burn off, she dropped it to the ground and fled the cabin, cleared the small ridgeline behind it and commenced a zig run for rubber. She used every feature of the terrain and afforest to give her any covering, anything to keep her from being seen by the advancing Russians. When she finally stopped and plopped down behind a cluster of tree diagram she silently cursed at having left her set of skis back in the cabin.

"At to the lowest degree I didn't draw a blank my snowshoes,"she said. Nikkei looked back at the belittled ridge running behind the cabin and decided that she had to get her skis if possible, order or no orders from her granddaddy.

She moved as unsounded as a ghost and with the thanksgiving of a deer across the land. Her skill in doing so had been perfected over long years of search and recitation with Stephen, and on occasion when he travelled to make a leverage or make a heap that was best left unexplained to anyone else, especially individual connected to the law of the land.


Just shy of the crest she stopped, eased her rifle from its scabbard and checked her pouch to ensure the supererogatory magazines were ready if she needed them. Meter by cadence she slowly and cautiously eased her way to the crest of the ridge, propped herself up on her elbows and gazed upon the Russians below who had just arrived at the old cabin.

She softly cursed at the fact of Stephen surprise for the Russians had not yet gone off, and wondered what had gone wrong with it. Then and there she knew her skis are account as there are far too many Russian soldiers to fight…


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Sir Leslie Stephen pulled back behind the shelter of the tree as he reloaded his Suomi KP-31 sub-machinegun, and sent out a onslaught of expletive and insults so blasphemous the dry land should get melted away. A fastball tore a chunk out of the tree simple centimeters from his face as he exposed himself again, bringing up the Virgil Thomson and fired off curt explosion into the still advancing mass of Russian infantry.

Moments before Hannu and Kalevi had nearly moved their men into military position to take down the Russians who encroached on the old cabin. Though speculative, they have to expunge at their enemy, the supplies cached away beneath the cabins floorboards are needed by the topical anaesthetic partisan forces.

Stephen and Joni, along with a twelve former partisans stayed back to ensure their escape route if the battle turned against them…only to be surprised by the sudden arrival of two Russian infantry companies, roughly 300 men total. Instantly Stephen ordered his men to the masking of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and to fire on the advancing military unit.

Roughly 40 or more Russians fell to the first base barrage of low arms fervor as two light motorcar guns scythed across them like a harvester in a wheat berry field of view. paw grenades added to the carnage being wrought as eruption after flesh-rending clap shattered the lead Russians morale, sending them howling back down the trail…

Only to be systematically shot down by their Political political commissar who called them coward and deserters.

Needless to say, the surviving solders suddenly became motivated to turn around and rent their probability with the Suomi drumbeater.

Stephen reloaded his Suomi three Sir Thomas More times before his ammo was exhausted and he cursed as the Russians continued to advance at a very cautious pace. His pistol came out and he moved from back to cover, hunting the Russians. The first one emerged into his batch and became the first quarry he took…

In a flurry of motion Stephen cut down one Russian soldier after another as he moved among them, each of his Lahti pistols becoming an extension of him. One snapshot, one kill, the Saame pattern delivered with calm precision. A clump of Russian solders charged at him from the Ellen Price Wood as he calmly reloaded his shooting iron, grinned and one after another, and thus reaped a harvest of death on his foes.

Despite his powerful effort, the battle turned against the partisans.

time by meter they had to yield solid ground, pushed back by the sheer weight of turn that inevitably benefited the Russians. Their enemy kept on coming out of the woodwind, an everlasting cascade of angry foe determined to stomp out their tormenters, even as the dead mounted in heap upon fallen heap of tattered flesh and bone.


He hoped Hannu and Kalevi had plenty horse sense to scrub the trap and get their men to rubber. As even more Russians advanced up the pathway to reinforce the shatter building block fighting the partisans, Stephen knew in his pith that he will not be leaving this combat alive…

He prayed for Nikkei, that she has fled and gotten to safety, and that his sins of being a smuggler of arms and early semi-illegal goodness could be forgiven when he stood before the judgment commode of God. He did not pray for a miracle, knowing that such is beyond his fate to deserve…

Though that is exactly what happened…


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Nikkei watched as a troika of officers ran around and shouted rescript at their men to zip off to join the engagement down the trail. None of the soldiers seemed bequeath to manoeuver that way, having come to respect and fear the attainment of their implacable foe ; not even with the sheer weightiness of numbers on their slope could the ship's officer make them take the first step back down the trail.

One officeholder, a political commissar if she understood his social status correctly, argued with the former two, who appeared to be commissars as well, about the need to seize the cabin and any supplies that remained within it. After that, they could then go and join their comrades in the heat of battle.

Having decided enough is enough she raised her rifle, braced the line against her berm and aimed at the chatty commissar. The retort of her rifle was smothered by the intense gunfire from the woods, but she saw the political commissar plummet to the ground, his skull having stopped the bullet.

The former political commissar looked at their fallen brother with wide-eyed expressions of fear and shock in equal bill. Within five mo both of them joined their companion on the undercoat, dead before they hit the globe.

Her world became a blur of motion as she steadily carried out the up-back, forward-down palm-sweep of the rifle bolt which chambered round after rung as one Russian after another was targeted and died when she gave a gentle hug on the trigger.

Some fled into the Sir Henry Joseph Wood, determined to bring their luck with the remaining commissars than face the baneful sniper now picking them off one by one. Shortly after the death entered the Wood, a wild cascade of gunfire cut them down as someone unknown to Nikkei had arrived…

30 Russians sought shelter rear or within the cabin, one of them tossed Nikkei's shattered skis out the doorway with a string of curses. They began to go off away with precise shot from rifle, pistol or their own sub-machineguns at the enemies in the woods.

Nikkei pulled a cartridge holder from her pouch, freed the abandon one from her rifle and slid the new one home. She chambered a round and looked down to see which one of the Russians will be her first victim….

Of course that happened to be the moment Stephen ‘ gift'to the Russians went off, various joint of dynamite secured to over XXX jerry-cans filled with gasoline concealed under and around the cabin. The blast reaped a massive harvesting of death, and left Nikkei not one living Russian to shoot.

eve Nikkei, partly shielded by the crest of the ridge, was flung away and she cursed as she and all of her gear rolled downhill until a intemperate Tree assisted in stopping her. Clutching her bruised head with one hand, her rifle in the other, she cursed and charged back to the top of the ridge to see what else was going on…


She spotted the few remaining enthusiast down the trail scrap to hold the Russians at the edge of the woodwind, and knew if they were forced fully into the clearing behind them they would fall to the last man. The clattering of gunfire to her mightily indicated more partizan were even now engaged in a second dying struggle against some other lot of Russian troops.

For them she could do nothing, but for the beginning group, and the man she cared for that fought like a demon for his men…she can facilitate out in her own way…

She knelt down and braced her rifle, aimed…and commenced the second rhythm of dealing expiry this very day on the Russians down the trail…


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Sir Leslie Stephen grinned like a banshee tearing across the moor as the thundering comeback from the detonated ‘ endowment'in the cabin carried out to the visible horizon. He knew then and there Nikkei had fled the cabin and even now was on her way to base hit.

He dropped to one knee, partially concealed by a expectant John Rock, and commenced to open fire both pistols at the howling Russians that charged out of the Wood. His force of partisans was down to him and four others, and surrounded by their enemy whom they knew would establish no mercy…the sudden gunshot deeper in the woods indicated that Hannu and Kalevi had engaged a vauntingly Russian party with their men, and told him they confronted a reinforced plurality or a entire regiment of infantry.

Click-click…

Sir Leslie Stephen howled as his pistol emptied and drew out his hunting knife and pounced upon the nearest Russian, ending his spirit in one swift stroke. His elbow joint slammed into the next soldier coming up behind him, followed by a knife drive to the gut ; then three more than Russians closed on him, rifles leveled and centre showing that they did not intend to take in him as a prisoner.

"semen on you bastard dogs !"Stephen shouted in Russian, prepared to occupy at to the lowest degree one of them with him…

Then one soldier lurched backward as his chest exploded in a jet of red mist, dead before he hit the ground. The two others turned and fled, discarding their rifles, only to perish in play as a precisely placed slug intercepted their skulls.

He watched, absolutely flabbergasted, as one Russian soldier after another died as they turned to fly or point themselves for a mo from any cover they could chance.

"Joni,"Stephen bellowed out as his old acquaintance came into great deal, blood line streaming down his leg."God man how many of us are left ?"

"You and me Sir Leslie Stephen,"Joni said as he handed two full-magazines to Sir Leslie Stephen for his Republic of Finland sub-machinegun."I am fine, let's go and see what we can do for Hannu and Kalevi…"Both men startled at the sound of automatic small arms fire and Inner Light machineguns began to diddle in the woods, to be followed by motionlessness so profound it all but screamed at them.


Within three arcminute a circle of heavily armed men accompanied by the partisan emerged out of the woods and met with Sir Leslie Stephen and Joni.

"Stephen we keep meeting in the craziest of spot,"Captain Lennox Robinson said to his old wise man,"for once I'm gladiola I could return the favor of you saving my prat on our hunting stumble. Though it looks like your battle went well enough given how badly your drumbeater were outnumbered…"

Stephen ignored him as the bumbler bill was delivered by Joni after determining the final tally of the engagement : twenty survivor with six of them injured, thirty-seven dead, which included Hannu and Kalevi. The Russian dead were beyond enumeration at this point.

Stephen ordered his men to conduct whatever blazon, ammo or supplies they needed from the Russians and to gather the trunk of their fallen. He set an iron-hard deadline of ten minutes for this to be done before they would leave behind and locomote knockout across the track in the ancient woods.

"Joni, you take the lead and get the men to safety. Use what we already have cached and hit the Russians as you can. usual means for contacting me when it's needed and pass the word on to the others about what happened here,"Stephen told his old friend.

"knack on a minute Stephen,"Captain Robinson said and ordered twenty of his men to go with Joni and the few remaining partisans."I know I should not divide my men up like this, but you guys are fighting for Finland as we are. This way, our heavier artillery can aid with making the Russian bear bleed for all we can get out of his hide…"

Stephen, Joni and Edward G. Robinson turned to the sound of a soldier shouting out an order that instantly ended in a wail of pain and mewling of a newborn kitten. They watched a Whitney Young madam, rifle still in hand, calmly walkway over to the old man as she muttered about ‘ soldiers who need to learn some manners before grabbing a lady that way.'

Robinson shook his psyche as Sir Leslie Stephen uncharacteristically rushed over and embraced the woman in a bear hug, whirling her around and around as she called for him to stop embarrassing her in battlefront of the other men.

"Who is that with Sir Leslie Stephen ?"Robinson asked Joni."I did not guess there were any women among the zealot in this region ?"

Joni just chuckled and shook his head,"The full story is Stephens to separate, but you have seen the handiwork of the C. P. Snow Fox first hand."He pointed to the many fallen Russians taken down by Nikkei."Oh and your man who dared to grab her should be alright, his chestnuts will be fine despite the crushing kick she gave them."

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"grandfather I forgot my skis after lighting the safety fuse,"Nikkei said. She dreaded the scolding she had coming for disobeying his guild."I was waiting for the Russians to leave and then…boom !"she motioned with her script, pantomiming an explosion while a sheepish smiling grew on her face.

"Oh and then I spotted the Russians running in your direction after I took down those three commissar idiots that tried to rescript their flock around like savage little terriers,"she said as Stephen and her joined Sir Robert Robinson and Joni.


"Three commissars, she took down three of the Russian commissars ?"Robinson asked, and then he whistled when Nikkei tossed the accrue commissar hats over to him, ample substantiation of her title.

"Three political commissar from a sum of thirty Russians I took down. Though the commissars are a waste of a undecomposed heater, better to just throw away a grenade or something at them…"Nikkei mumbled as Stephen laughed and Joni and Captain Robinson just shook their heads.

"Granddaughter, do not berate yourself of a killing, after all you took down that divisional commissar a few days back…"he looked at skipper Walker Smith and nodded to the man's unsaid dubiousness."Yes she took down that Major-General your news sources declared dead, now my dear granddaughter has thirty more than Charles James Fox to add to her list…"

chieftain Robinson was handed a substance written by his wireless operator Corporal Hanki. It was edict from the High Command for the Finnish army. He just shook his headland in disbelief as to what it stated the evidence in dead Russians muffle testimony to the belated word sent to him and the partisans…

…to all unit of measurement detached on enthusiast action and stalwart forces engaged within the area of one-ninth Red Army corporation. true intelligence has affirmed that a reserve regiment of the 163rd foot partitioning has been sent back from the front transmission line to secure the primary Russian supply route and to conduct anti-partisan patrols and sweeps. Repeat, to all units…

"wellspring it appears this OK slice of intelligence has come, as they say, too piffling and too later for our needs, as has become the normal anymore,"said skipper Robinson as he showed the message to Sir Leslie Stephen, Joni and Nikkei who was surprised at his action.

"Nikkei, like it or not you are now a germ of stirring for the troops of the battlefront line, just like Stephen, when word of what all the enthusiast accomplished here this day."Captain Edward Goldenberg Robinson clasped her mitt in his and gave them firm'handshake of thanks.

"Stephen we need to get going,"Captain Jackie Robinson said a moment later,"This regiment has been annihilated, but some survivors may make water it to a nearby outpost or garrison and bring down yet more trouble on our psyche. We can not support a second base battle such as that."

As if to stress his gunpoint, a flight of Russian submarine sandwich passed overhead at that particular instant, which caused everyone to plunge for cover on the off chance they were being looked over. Nikkei watched the airplane go on their way, all the sentence holding her rifle skyward and wondering if she could take one down given the chance.

"Sir Leslie Stephen, you and your granddaughter are welcome to come with us,"Robinson said,"With the way she can hit and your power to set an ambush…"He stopped when his old mentor held up a hired man for silence. There will be no more give-and-take, Stephen and Nikkei will bear on on their own, seeking to phlebotomize the armies of the Red Bear as much as they can.

"Before we part let me give you some operating instructions and advice on how to block the Russian tanks…"Stephen filled Jack Roosevelt Robinson in on the tactics he and Nikkei had developed and the weaknesses on the armour beasts.

Captain Robinson looked at Nikkei with fundamental esteem, which caused her to flush from promontory to toe from pure embarrassment. He turned back to Sir Leslie Stephen and thanked him, stating he will slide by this news up the range of mountains of bid. With that the dissimilar group departed and headed out on their own chosen paths.



10 Dec, 1939 Republic of Finland Supreme bidding Headquarters


The men stood around the table as they examined the updated maps and compared them to the latest entering reports and intelligence gathered from spies, informant, radio intercepts and the alike. messenger delivered their satchels of messages and requests while adjutant for the military machine leader gathered here stood silently by, prepared to answer any questions or handle any task they are assigned.

One man listened and mentally crunched all the information told to him by his subordinates, details from scout troop trend and pack condition to logistics and anticipated movement by the Russian invaders. He asked elaborated questions concerning the four invading Russian Army Corps - the Seventh, one-eighth, ninth and Fourteenth - and pondered the winner his soldiers had scored, particularly within the area of the Ninth and the beast defeat a stria of partisans had inflicted just two day past.

He perked up at the mention of an old fable having returned to the plain of struggle, the Ghost Bear, and his new comrade, a drumbeater leader known simply as the Snow Fox. One old hero sandwich and a new hero bringing hope to the earth and inspiring the Finnish troop who received a monolithic cost increase to their morale and fighting sprightliness as news of the Russian defeat spread with the forcefulness of a lightning strike.

When he looked up at his subordinates he understood from their looks they waited his instructions. They wanted to take up back and move back hard, to deliver such a wildcat setback to the Russian bear that his wow will be heard around the world for century to come.

He tapped the map with his finger, outlining his plan for that share of the front facing the Russian Ninth army Corp. Each man took notes concerning his dower of the programme, and began to detail what he needed to do for the counterattack to get ; they acknowledged the odds to be long for any real achiever, yet it had to be done for the sake of their homeland.

"Colonel Siilasvuo,"subject marshal Mannerheim, commander of the Army of Republic of Finland, said to the one he has selected to top the countermove,"Retake Suomussalimi and dispose of the Russian 163rd Division, you fly out this hr and get down performance 24-hours from now."

Colonel Siilasvuo saluted and departed to overhear his plane and constitute his program as the others returned to the maps and made former hard option in the ongoing war.


10 December, 1939 163rd Russian Infantry segmentation Headquarters

Outside the hotel appropriated by Major-General Bogdan to be his divisions headquarters a lone gunshot sent the precaution scuttling inside on the double with weapon system drawn. Once they determined that their commander was safe they returned to their place, save for the two who dragged the corpse of Colonel Hussein, late commander of the destroyed 662nd infantry Regiment.

"Gentlemen,"Major-General Bogdan declared to the officers around him as he calmly placed his smoking pistol on his desk,"Let the record appearance that Colonel Saddam has been found guilty by succinct motor lodge martial of treason and dereliction of duty and cowardliness in the face of the enemy, not to mention straight-out stupidity in the behavior of field operations."

All officeholder save for the sadistic commissars of the class shook as he gazed upon each one in act,"He has been executed by orders of STAVKA for his treason. All of you understand this, one failure, one wretched try to condone incompetence or treason and I will film you as well."


Major-General Bogdan left his desk a moment later and headed to check the latest story from the nominal head and to educate architectural plan for the future attack upon the illogically refractory Fins. He should already bear smashed their front line line, torn across the waist of Finland and bisected this fascist nation. His madness became patent when he slammed his fist on a large table that shattered under that hammer-blow, and sent the man typing out edict to scramble from his chair in a heroic bid to stay alive.

Walking into the map room he howled for one of his aides to attend, and once the captain appeared, began to rattle off the order of magnitude for the day concerning attack routes and times, logistics and artillery fire plans. Of trend, with so few military unit left to him, especially after the 662nd infantry Regiment was slaughtered, the provision did not consume too much time.

The sole thing that really bothered him is accounts from the Finnish radio which spoke of the legendary man called the"Ghost Bear'is active in the region. His whole in the revolutionist war in which Finland broke itself free from the fatherland of Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic, aided by the Fascist Imperialists of the decadent western state, had faced the man and his partisans.

No matter how hard they tried to take hold of him, no thing the lure used or carrying into action summarily carried out, he had not only evaded them, but carried out a military campaign of devastation that decimated nearly seven divisions. Many a mother threatened her insolent children with tarradiddle of ‘ the Ghost Bear will do and get you."

A messenger arrived at his English and declared that Major-General Zelenfsev, air force officer of the 44th foot part will be arriving on the evening of 15 December to ‘ talk about the electric current matter of the front lines.'

"Tell the Major-General I will be glad to discuss the reasons he has been cooling his blackguard for a calendar week when he and his part is needed here,"Bogdan ordered,"and develop a place for him to stay as well in the officeholder rooms on the hotels top floor."


15-16 Dec, 1939 Rear-area Russian Ninth Army Corp

Sergeant Osip slowed his motorbike as he neared the side by side checkpoint, and grinned as the lone sentinel waved for him to stop with one hired man, and held high a bottle of ‘ official party chocolate'( which he knew meant fine Vodka ) in the other.

Once the bicycle stopped he turned off the motor and placed it following to the checkpoints wooden structure, little more than a small, hastily built shack with a sphere phone for ‘ exigency usage only'by senior officers or the fear NVKD. This accomplished he moved to stick out before the checkpoints military officer, an old, jaw and weather worn lieutenant he did not know but figured must be an NVKD commissar or security official.

"lieutenant,"Osip said as he stood at attention and saluted,"I am Sergeant Osip and on courier duty for the one-ninth Army Headquarters. Here are my decree and papers sir,"he handed them over to the scowling, stern-faced lieutenant whose eyes showed no mercy could be expected,"and I am prepared to show the satchel is still sealed upon your steering sir."

"Fine then police sergeant,"the lieutenant said not bothering to present himself, thus a for sure signal he is NVKD."seed into the shack and we can do the inspection over some ‘ official party coffee bean'while you tell me all that is going on up at the main office for the 163rd Division."


Over the next half hour Sergeant Osip enjoyed half a bottle of the finest Russian vodka he knew to survive, and revealed all he knew not only of the 163rd sectionalization military headquarters, but of all the Russian ninth United States Army he had seen 1st hand or even heard hearsay about.

The lieutenant gently challenged him on each point, asking the Lapp question from different angles while he expressed doubts here and there about the veracity or loyalty and dedication of serjeant Osip. The drunken, thoroughly terrified sergeant-at-law was consistent in every point, which pleased him to no end, and even more so as he saw the courier's message satchel remained sealed with the decal of the ninth Armies senior commissar.

"Sergeant Osip you have done your duty to the homeland and the Soviet Union admirably,"the Lieutenant said. sergeant-at-law Osip smiled and stood to forget ; he never saw the Lahti side arm that moved to just shy of his skull, nor heard the gunfire that killed him.

After disposing of the eubstance bass in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood next to the real lieutenant who had manned the checkpoint,"Sergeant"Stephen, wearing the overcoat and uniform of the courier, climbed onto the motorbike and headed down the route to ‘ deliver'his goods to the 163rd segmentation headquarters.


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Four time of day later Stephen left the hotel which had become the 163rd division playing area headquarters. He learned of the desperate fighting they had undertaken when ordered by USA HQ to retreat, the continuous harassment by Finnish partizan and regular Army force-out on their provision lines, and more detailed information that he intended for later exploitation.

Before he departed he collected from the gamy trading floor where the senior officers of the headquarters slept a low gift for Nikkei. Taking the spinal column stairs down to the large parking garage behind the hotel he evaded the few half-awake sentries on guard duty with contemptible ease, activated his ‘ natural endowment'to the Russians and quietly fled into the night to where he had stashed the motorbike.

He was far down the route when his ‘ gift'caused no end of pandemonium for the 163rd division.

As he motored on down the plump for trail and secondary route on his stolen motorbike, Stephen grinned as old memories returned concerning the last war. Compared to his love for hunting and grapple making ( in illegal arms and other goods such as Vodka banned from being exported ), only the joy of killing Russian soldiers once again surpassed them.


16 December, 1939 rear-area Russian Ninth United States Army Corp

Within the shelter depths of an old stone and earth-covered theater Nikkei listened to the radio and absorbed the a la mode tidings of the war. The warmth from the roaring flaming in the fireplace reminded her of better wintertime nighttime with her dead family, and she was glad to be free for a time of the cold winter night just outside the house.

Stephen had gone off ‘ to obtain out some detail'that he understood from the subject matter broadcast to partisan by the various Finland radio post. For the hundredth time since he left she looked down to the shooting iron at her side, hoping she will not need it if the Russians or other troubler discovered and entered the old house.

As she devoured her repast of a midst, fertile, spicy, meat-stew and some semi-stale cabbage with butter and jam she shook her head in unbelief. The League of state had tossed the Russia out of its ranks, and many of its appendage Carry Amelia Moore Nation congresswoman made keen speeches of aid and arms being prepared for shipment from the many Norse and European governments to Finland.

The casual newsworthiness from Helsingfors spoke of partisans under the leadership of the ‘ spook bear'and ‘ Snow Fox'which had annihilated the Russians 662nd foot Regiment completely with minimum loss to the Finnish power involved in the battle…an exaggeration that irritated Nikkei due to the avowedly figure of old sept friends and associated who were lost.

When she took another stadium full of the stew from the kettle stewing over the ardor the latest news of the engagement on the Mannerheim logical argument came through. Apparently the Russians launched a three-division assault, and in a 40 hour pitched fight were repulsed, less than 1200 Russians escaped from their military force of 35000.

She and Stephen, wherever he had gotten off to, had been doing their contribution of harassing the Russians - taking down lone trucks and a mates of tanks, disabling weapon batteries that passed by and she took a depraved kind of delight in taking down the couriers on their motorbikes…the number of them had been dropping off over the past week, evidence of her having culled the herd with ruthless efficiency.

inside information from the battle for Suomussalimi were broadcast. The 27th infantry Regiment of Finland had executed a Ernst Boris Chain of daring assaults from three unlike counsel, isolated and destroyed key social unit of the Russian 163rd infantry Division. That unit, plus the 44th Infantry Division were being harassed and worn down in non-stop raiding and skirmishing that the Finnish ground forces excelled at.

She grinned at the citation of Suomussalimi being back in Finnish work force. Then the news radius of the Suomi United States Army and enthusiast ‘ using new and wonderful weapons'to dole out with the Russian armour ; the very technique she and Sir Leslie Stephen developed a few days ago - a bottle of alcoholic beverage and gasolene with few former things mixed in to constitute it into a sticky gasoline gel, and then a gas or oil soaked rag that is tied to it and lit just before being tossed at the armoured combat vehicle.

Net result…one cooked tank, especially if you can hit the locomotive engine, internal fuel armoured combat vehicle, or the commonly mounted barrel of reserve fuel mounted on the after deck.

Stephen returned a few minutes later as she cleaned out her pipe bowl with a ball of breadstuff. She watched him act to the attack and select up a bowl of lather and sit down side by side to her, his thick coat and hat showing clear signal he had been involved in some kind of altercation earlier in the night.


He moved over to the roaring blast and stood before it to warm up."Nikkei I have found out that some ‘ special visitors'will be passing through this area in the succeeding few Clarence Day,"he said to her with a grin of pure wicked pleasure."The 163rd section had been retreating through the 44th sectionalisation and the whole sphere is in complete chaos. Both divisional commanders are short, having been at the 163rd's military headquarters when the hotel went up in flames…literally !"

He chuckled at that, just as he had chuckled soon after visiting the 44th partitioning depot of supplying trucks parked in a relatively unguarded lager. thirty hour of careful work delivered salient results, he had just finished crossing the lone bridge on the roadway when the integral grounds of ammo and provision-laden hand truck went up in a mountain range of fireballs from the small bomb calorimeter he had liberally placed on their fuel tanks.

So great was the chaos generated he was able to penetrate the sentry duty shack on his side of the bridge and trigger the demolition charges the Russians had emplaced just that day incase the Finnish United States Army pushed the Read Bear back across the river. As if that had not caused plenty topsy-turvyness and legal injury, a escape of Finnish Air Force woodworking plane swept his English of the river road, damaging and destroying over LX vehicle and damaged countless others.

acquiring back to Nikkei took some time, farsighted than he anticipated, but a few ‘ borrowed'motorbike from a few now expire couriers helped out.

"It appears the Ninth army army corps commander for the Russians is coming in someone to audit the intellect for the delays in ‘ conquering these decrepit lackey's of the Imperialist west,"he laughed and shook his head at such nonsense,"General Dashicev will be here in a few day and we have a chance to ‘ greet'him in proper partisan style."Here he mimicked with his hand a pistol being fired off, the bullet delivered between the generals eyes.

"Nikkei I found out there will be some ‘ special visitor'coming through this surface area in the next couple of days,"Sir Leslie Stephen said to her with a disgustful grin."I found out the 163rd division has been ordered to retreat and the 44th segmentation is sitting on its haunches per orders of the NKVD. It appears that General Dashicev, leader of the one-ninth USA Corp of the Russians will be making a tour of the front lines."

"How…how did you bump this out grandpa ?"Nikkei asked, unsure if her grandfather was pulling her leg or if he was telling the truth. She just sat there and shook her head in awe at his audacity as he explained all he had been up to while gone. Then he told her the news she never dreamed of earreach, but confirmed by two crushed hats he pulled out of his dismissal and tossed into her lap…

The hats which belonged to two now deceased Major-Generals.

"That one belonged to Major-General Bogdan, the one you missed a distich of week ago,"Stephen said to her with a teasing smile."The former to Major-General Zelenfsev, I found both of them discussing a rather efficient mean value to counterattack our army. They never paid aid to the fact a ‘ Russian ground forces messenger'might deem it worth the fourth dimension to admit out the commanding officers of their various division when the opportunity presented itself."

He showed her the collection of report, plans and other information he had taken from the now destroyed field headquarters."I got this poppycock for our forces before my ‘ gift'to the Russians went off…"

"grandfather, what…what did you do ?"she asked, unsure if she wanted to hear the story. One thing she had come to know of her grandpa is he had a scrap look that shone brave and true, and could be as ruthless as any manslayer when issue called for him to be. She wondered if in meter, and if she lived to see the end of the war, she will suit the same way…

"You remember the ‘ talent'I set for you to use back at the cabin ?"Stephen asked and grinned at the scowl of arrant Fury she gave to him,"Imagine a fuel hand truck parked within the service department connecting that old hotel, a fuel motortruck that had some joystick of dynamite added to ensure that the ensue surprise would be…spectacular."

"Now that the span is destroyed, the superior general gone, and virtually of the 44th partition provision are no more, our English will own a much easy meter disposing of them,"he clenched his fist and grinned while his moth-eaten eye blazed with pure delirium and delectation at the impending triumph for the Finnish forces in the area.

"Do you want a Russian Army Corp superior general added to your kills or not ?"Stephen chuckled at the ferine grinning that grew on Nikkei's boldness."Good, we will maneuver out soon enough, but first I have something to take care of…"

Nikkei watched him remove a small box-like bundle from the hind end of his backpack and head for the room access."Grandpa what are you doing ?"she asked, the business organisation hearable in her voice and visible on her face.

"I'll be coming back shortly Nikkei,"he said and then became deadly serious,"emphatically this meter follow my orders, at the first augury of danger grab your gear and flee as fast as you can. No leaving your skis behind or coming to determine me alright ?"He waited until she nodded,"You know the group meeting places we discussed before, as I have said, if you have to fly heading for one of the six fix. The partisans already know to keep and eye out for you if our travelling turn for the worse."


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senior pilot Robinson and his handful of men moved with extreme care as they swept the meeting position for any signs of an trap from Russian military force. His men on the flanks indicated with paw signals no one was in the country. His soft, disgusted curse seemed to ring across the wooded hills.

"Where in the world has Stephen gotten off to this prison term ?"James Harvey Robinson declared. He nearly had a heart plan of attack as the speech sound of a pistol hammer being eased back into plaza filled his ears. The corporal next to him who still had a length of coldness brand placed under his jaw did not act an inch.

"You're getting sloppy maitre d' Lennox Robinson,"Stephen said as he pulled both pistols away from the men, sliding them back into their holsters."I've been shadowing all of your men for the last one-half 60 minutes ; you did not even see the Russian patrol waiting for you just down the trail…"

"What patrol, we did not see any sign of a patrol - ours or theirs ?"the corporal exclaimed in sheer outrage at such a call being made.

Stephen pointed over his shoulder to where six Russian infantry lay drained."Like I said, you and your men are getting muddy. Now let's get down to business as quickly as we can. I paid a visit to the 163rd Infantry Divisions home office and got these composition,"he tossed Robinson a heavy satchel bag filled with vital info,"before my natural endowment to them went off."

"Somehow I should have known it was you behind that,"senior pilot Robinson said with a grin."We will get these to Suomussalimi and then to regular army Headquarters."He handed the satchel to the corporal, turned to speak with Stephen and discovered he had disappeared back into the woods silent as a ghost.

"I hope this data is as vital as Stephen thinks it is,"Captain Robinson said to himself.

He had no idea just how useful and vital it was to Field marshall Mannheim, whom gave off a cry of victory that shocked many of his subordinates…


18 December, 1939 England

In the halls of Parliament men of power and authority sat, or stood, around the long table discussing upshot, ideas or examined the bully wall-mounted map which dominated the room. At the insistence of a lone man, the only one who dared to chomp away on his trademark cigar, commenced to deliver their portions of the plan in care to the Finland-Soviet War and the surrounding Scandinavian nations.

Many of the High Command, government minister and Parliamentarians looked at the cigar-chomping man with shock, surprise, incredulity and apprehension for one to purpose such an audacious strategy. They listened as he delivered his reason for the plan, why it will succeed if implemented in time, and the greatest of increase towards thwarting FRG and its mighty war machine.

"man,"Mr. Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill declared while he thumped his fist on the mesa,"We must aid Finland with all the supplies, arm and ammo, planer, tanks and troops we can while denying the administration of Germany the most vital resource they need. branding iron ore, the ore supplied to them by Sweden and shipped via Noreg ; we will clear both job with one expedition…cut off the mines from Deutschland and have a vital road to move our easement forces on into Finland."

Winston Churchill concealed other, retentive scope plan currently unfolding in Deutschland that may reach an unexpected harvest in the workweek to come…especially one concerning Chancellor Hitler…

Many in the elder bid approved the initial outlay of the program, and made a few good word here and there, seeking to refine it into a workable outline. Even prime quantity diplomatic minister Chamberlain gave his reluctant approval after an all-inclusive debate on International law and intervention of neutral and sovereign lands.

Only one man dared to put up in opposition to the plan, and even then only to assume a ‘ devils advocate'stance.

Minister of War Hore-Belisha stood and rapped his fist on the tabular array to gain everyone's attention."Distinguished gentlemen,"he began,"recall that we and French Republic have been warned via the politics of Switzerland that Germany will regard any bearing of Allied troops within the borders of Kingdom of Norway or Sweden as an attack upon mainland Germany itself and result in immediate retaliation."

"It appears there is an loose concord between Sweden and Federal Republic of Germany ; for our agent and physical contact are even now reporting that shipments of humble blazon, machine guns and light cannon, plus pregnant amounts of ammo have even now crossed into the borders of Finland from Sweden."Hore-Belisha emphasized each distributor point with a smack of one hand into the other."This appears to be done via Field Marshal Goring, and with the livelihood of chancellor Der Fuhrer. If we interfere with an invasion of Noreg and Sweden we will risk sundering the chain of supply going to Finland…lose that and Communist Russia will win by sheer weight unit of number."

Winston Churchill looked upon the parson of War with eyes that blazed in righteous fury. Standing, he slammed his fist on the table and locked gazes with his adversary."Understand this, the fate of Finland and of the gratis domain are tied together as one ; here are my arguments as to why the architectural plan must go forth…"

The debate raged long into the night and well into the adjacent dayspring before the coming together came to a close ; nothing had been decided, to the disappointment of many.



18 December, 1939 Germany

He sat behind his desk and paused, stunned by the news contained in the top secret report in his hands. He read it three to a greater extent prison term, examining each point and fact and assumption for the least sign of deception or of the facts being deliberately misconstrued or manipulated.

His aide stood by, having sensed something of dandy meaning is going on in the judgement of his leader, and thus he will be here to see account made.

The man closed the report and laid it upon his desk, shocked by the magnitude of weakness to be found within his ‘ allies'of the Union of Soviet Socialist commonwealth. He looked at his aide and gave off a rapid-fire concatenation of edict and sat back in his president as the vernal captain ran off to gather the officers so indicated.

Thirty bit later Chancellor Adolph Hitler stood before his gathered staff in the meeting way that adjoined his office. For over six hour the confluence continued, with Chancellor of the Exchequer Der Fuhrer demanding unvoiced solution from each man, save for marshal Hermann Goering, whom nodded at the unspoken interrogation concerning the mysterious provision being sent to Finland via Sweden.

In due order a plan began to issue for the opportunity that lay open before them, one which grew corking with each hour USSR bled on the snowy fields, hills, and timberland."Gentlemen,"Hitler said,"We have a golden opportunity that history and destiny gives to one mass to shift the world every millenary ; the blazonry bought by Sweden will continue without interruption, and we shall increase our gift of war machine news to Finland."

Chancellor Hitler walked over to the large rampart map and rapped his fist hard on the edge of Republic of Finland - Russia."That is where Russia and the communists will be bled white, and here,"he slammed his fist severe lower on the map,"is what we shall do…"

The pile up men looked upon such a bold face and simple concept with match measures of awe, jar and hungriness, for indeed a fortunate opportunity - one filled with risk and extreme jeopardy lawful - had arrived to give up an mortal blow to their ancestral enemy.

"premier Hitler,"declared General-colonel Keitel,"with your approval we will lead off to make preparations."

Hitler nodded and then said to the departing officer and ministers,"This information changes all we have expected, the downfall of Russia is at helping hand once and for all…the end of a tyrant will soon occur."

As he turned to look out the window he never understood how prophetic those very Word of God happened to be…



20 December, 1939 rear-area of the Russian Ninth Army Corp

Nikkei paused as she and Stephen neared the top of the hill and motioned for him to do the same. She strained to pluck up the sound she heard a moment before and then grinned when it became decipherable, another Russian messenger on a motorbike was making his rounds along the main road.

Stephen smiled and motioned to a dapple halfway up the hill, a scissure in the rock-and-roll surrounded by ample shrub and Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree which made for a near-perfect snipers nest. He motioned to a large boulder surrounded by bigger tree diagram where he will breed her as she took down the messenger ; from long practice both reached their emplacement, shed their skis and had their several weapon - the Finnish KP sub-machinegun for him, the master-crafted rifle for Nikkei - readied for business.

A sudden waving from Nikkei told Sir Leslie Stephen something else was wrong, as she looked shock for the inaugural time since the war began. When he looked through the vegetation and onto the main road he understood completely her shock…for an strange convoy worked its way ever so slowly down the road long since churned to mud and rubble due to the near never-ending traffic and pace of the tanks.

Four motorbike guards led the way for the convoy followed by a lone, light-armored tank, a faculty car that was made for a high-ranking military officer, possibly a airfield marshal, visiting the straw man line of reasoning. To the binding of the convoy, four more than motorbike mounted guards completed the entourage. If not for the bearing of that storage tank, no matter how pocket-sized compared to its armored brethren, he would give had Nikkei engage the staff car while he took down the motorbike mounted guards…

"If not for that blasted tank car,"he pumped his clenched fist in saturated frustration that such a great prize is getting away, only to realize his mistake a moment later…


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Nikkei lined her sights upon the two large, fuel-laden, highly-flammable, barrelful of the light cooler. For once she was happy to bear a magazine loaded with Sir Leslie Stephen ‘ special ammo'for such an occasion. She kept adjusting her aim to compensate for the deadening creeping advance of the armour wildcat, growing more impatient with each back that Stephen mulled over her taking the stab or for the two of them to withdraw.

From the corner of her eye she saw Stephen pump his fist, their agreed upon signal for her to bulge out any ambush they have established. One final adjustment on her leading the tank, and a entitle squeeze of the trigger…

Bang !
boot !

Twice she worked the rifle thunderbolt in her palm-guided, up-back, forward-down sweep up motion to reload for the next injection she would ask. She paid the tank no more heed, swinging around to the staff car even then breaking and sliding across the ice and mud covered road…

kick !

The staff motorcar left-back tire shredded from the bullets impact, the seditious guardianship igniting the rubber material almost instantly. The occupier of the staff car leapt from the vehicle as the motorbike sentry go leapt to get over one man in a black greatcoat…the gleam of the morning sunlight off of his membership lapels denoted him to be a true award, maybe the Russian full general her granddaddy radius of arriving ahead of schedule.


She changed powder magazine, palmed the rifle thunderbolt and chambered the first bout of regular ammo she used. The audio of the Russians firing with handgun and sub-machineguns blindly into the surrounding land did not do her any alarm…

gold rush !

The armoured combat vehicle firing a 76mm cannon round into the woods barely 50 meters downhill from her location did get her notice…

She rolled to one slope of the sheltering stone as a second cannon round slammed home closer than the last. Her pinna pounded from the deafening noise, bones distress and gut felt as if it had been reduced to mush. The steadily tap - tapping of Sir Leslie Stephen's Suomi sub-machinegun told the tale of idle Russians and his campaign to distract the tank…

bunce ! ! !

The strength of the blast bodily lifted Nikkei off the ground like a rag dame. With auricle still ringing like a cacophony of Christian church bells she half-moved, half-stumbled back to the cleft in the rock and gasped at the stack before her…the stave car and most of the motorbikes had been reduced to twisted metal while the destroyed tank poured forth a roar pillar of flame eminent into the morning sky.

Stephen moved from tree to tree, boulder to boulder, aiming his guessing to pin down the Russians who sheltered behind the Boulder. There, they are safe from his fervidness for the fourth dimension, but not from Nikkei…

Shaking, she fought to steady enough to draw a beading on that of import Russian officer. No matter though, one guard or another kept his dead body between him and her…until…


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Stephen moved as a spectre across the terrain, steadily closing on the Russians lieu, determined to amass the Russian officer as due requital for his showing up in Finland. Here was the opportunity of a lifetime, to take down a full-fledged Russian general or field-marshal…or if he can be captured, the boon for the Finnish army will be…

thrill !

Four more shots followed in quick chronological sequence, and then came a strange calm only parted by the continuous yowl of the flame tank. He grinned at the precision work of his granddaughter, moved carefully to the border of the woods and prepared to traverse the route. Stephen wondered what info that might benefit the Suomi Armed Forces awaited his discovery on that utterly officer's carcass…

The sudden reaching of two squadrons of Russian lighter hero and hero which passed low and close over his office changed everything. There is no way they could have missed the carnage that had been inflicted on the small but authoritative train ; especially as the tank still burned like a blowtorch with a column of mordant pot clawing ever gamey into the sky.

He rapidly retreated back into the Natalie Wood, and raced to Nikkei to help her get fix for a fast, heavily and long border district deeper into the forest lead. Three more Russian aircraft squadrons passed overhead, and he prayed that none of the pilot film would look down and spot him or Nikkei…if they did there will be no escape.

Nikkei scrambled around the hillside, staying under the timber canopy for concealment. She watched the skies as the Russian planer circled back around and wondered if they had seen her or her grandpa.

A short whistle caught her attention and she watched Sir Leslie Stephen undulation to her, point down a small side trail that snaked among the forest, and pushed off with her magnetic pole, pressing to go on up with the tough step he set for them.

They pushed onward fasting and hard to increase the distance between them and the ambush internet site. Then came the clarion call of a score or more of planes high budget items. At the edge of a large clearing they watched the noble-minded aerial struggle then being waged heights in the skies ; a saltation of last between the Finnish and Russian Air Forces so far above the earth…

Contrails swept the clouded sky, here moving in a true bloodline, there they curved and spiraled until one or two at a time ended in cloud of pitch blackness weed. Outnumbered by eight to one the Finnish pilots pressed home each of their attacks, savaging the Russian formations that sought to attain it past them, only to cascade out of the sky and into the merciless clutches of the earth.

It ended in less than ten minutes during which Stephen counted the Russians had lost seventeen fighters and XI hero. From the track of Shirley Temple Black dope which departed to the east, at least twice that telephone number of airplane had been damaged ; he hoped every one of the Russians crashed on the way back to their bases. As for losses on the side of Finland, he could not assure one way or another.

Two hours later as the span stopped to grab their breath, having covered nearly seven kilometers, Stephen gave Nikkei a impish smile and asked,"So my granddaughter, what shall we use to mark your taking of that tank ?"

"How about a squirrel grandpa ?"she replied. To her amazement he agreed, and when they set encampment that night among some old laying waste he added five small foxes and one squirrel to her growing tally of kills recorded on the rifle.

"granddad,"Nikkei said, and then hesitated, still shaken by the close call with death at the hands of the tanks returned flaming."Who would the Russians send to the front line lines escorted by a tank, and so many motorbike passenger ?"

Sir Leslie Stephen paused and rubbed his bridge player over his chin as he mulled the question over and over. Finally he reached the only logical conclusion that fit the evidence of such a train moving with minimal guard."The only thing that makes sensation was either a new Divisional commander or possibly the air force officer of the Russian Ninth army corp, General Dashicev whom we have been hunting for. Either way we, or I should say, you, have done much to cut off the Russian regular army in this area."

He scuffed up Nikkei's hair with his paw despite her best effort to fend him off,"ejaculate now Nikkei we have to force on before we make tent. There is an old hunting order, or I should say what's left of one, where we will hole out up and figure out what to blow out up next."

"Grandpa is there any probability I can get a bath ?"Nikkei asked, not expecting any kind of expert news in the matter.

"The place originally had hot water piped in from the local springs, and if I recall correctly the conclusion time I checked they are still working. I'm not promising anything Nikkei, but if you want a hot bath I'll do what I can to ensure you get your hot tub for Christmas…"

Sir Leslie Stephen shook his head and moved to catch up with Nikkei, who raced on down the track determined to make her hot bath."Never underreckoning that girl…so much like me after all…still a grand old day, and one less major pain of a Russian leader to be concerned with."

In a handful of days Stephen and Nikkei would discover who was in the still-hunt convoy. Yet the chain of upshot unleashed by their movement will take tenacious to unfold and shape not only the Winter War, but the lives of ten-spot of trillion of masses across Europe and beyond.


22 December, 1939 STAVKA military headquarters, Russian capital

chancellor Stalin watched from the high balcony of STAVKA central office as the dismission police squad prepared for the succeeding round of executions. Normally the sight of such bloodletting would quell his sadistic rages in minutes, but not this evening. No, this evening the pedigree would flow in red streams across the land. The incompetent person who had allowed such shame and embarrassment to come upon the Soviet Union had to be expunged permanently for their crimes.

Stalin slammed his clenched fist on the stone railing repeatedly, angered beyond sensibility or rationality. He had sent his pastor of defense mechanism, Marshal Voroshilov to join with Ninth army Corps commanding officer General Dashicev and get to the bottom of the slew at the front parentage. The Ninth army corp should suffer sliced Finland in half at the waist weeks ago, yet had not advanced more than LX kilometers across the molding, and if the write up are true, two elite group infantry divisions had been destroyed by a sheer and reckless Suomi counterattack.

He watched as the condemned men, the armed forces unit who was to jaunt with Marshal Voroshilov to the front lines, were brought to the wall five at a meter. The leader of the ignition squad executed each command with well honed preciseness, his men fired on command with no hesitation and the adjacent in line to be shot had the honor of dragging their dead friends away before assuming their place at the wall.

The destiny of Marshal Voroshilov and superior general Dashicev was made known to Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili only an hour ago while he had his dinner. So hot was his rage he personally stormed his way to where the escort of Marshal Voroshilov were barracked, entered their commander's business office and summarily shot him dead for his crimes against the state.

Hour after minute he stood on that balcony as the writ of execution continued well into the night. Once the cobbler's last man of the bodyguard building block was disposed of, the fate of those NKVD troops who failed to secure the roadway followed.

Until the news of the United States Marshals Service death had arrived, few dared to challenge his decision to obtrude upon Finland and to restore what land rightfully belonged to Russia and Russia alone. Even Sverige and Norge began to consume their dubiousness about standing up against Union of Soviet Socialist Republics on the side of Finland, until the public conducting wire and wireless service had announced the death of Voroshilov.

Combined with another crushing victory scored by the Finnish regular army against the Russian forces fighting it out on the Isthmus, many world leaders now pledged to support Finland in any way possible. And now Germany, the ostensive ally of USSR, had begun to send out feelers to the Scandinavian regime to see if German ships bearing weapons system and supplies for Finland would be permitted passage through their territory.


Once again Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili seethed at the continuous betrayal heaped upon betrayal of the public nations against the upgrade of the USSR, and of the domination of the domain by Communist military force. They refuse to see and recognize the inevitableness of his case and crusade, to bring the reality into a communistic prosperous age no matter the price in blood and fire.

"No the war will continue on,"Stalin growled, his wrath still stoked to storey beyond comprehension,"more men and tanks will be sent, More planes dispatched and we will fight on until I have victory over the Finnish who dishonored me in 1921, or the last Russian falls dead on the field."

Stalin never moved until the last prisoners were executed well into the next Clarence Day dawning.


24 Dec, 1939 Finland Supreme mastery Headquarters

For the first time since the war with Russia had commenced Field Marshal Mannheim allowed himself to throw off a chortle and a grinning at the bad jocularity one of his aides told. He returned to the maps and reports laid out on the table before him, listening to the unending delivery of memo, messages, news and so onward.

On the 22nd of December the Russian one-seventh U. S. Army corp threw itself at the Mannerheim defensive attitude line, a wide-cut force of nine foot divisions, three cooler brigades and a Inner Light armour corp of armored cable car and truehearted tanks. The soviet general had come up with a crafty design, cross the ice-covered lakes where tanks and armoured vehicle could operate and pull long line of work of infantry-bearing sleds ; former units would bestride a simultaneous ravishment from the earth and overwhelm the defenders.

A glorious design that would bear worked, save for the Suomi picket and diversionist operating in the Russian rear-areas who discovered the plan and troop movements…exactly as the intelligence gathered by the ‘ Ghost Bear'had indicated.

Forewarned the front man line commanders had engineers rig up a massive surprise for the Russian rape - remote-detonated explosives combined with the usage of their pre-registered heavy mortar and the new heavy anti-tank cannons ( which had arrived via Sweden ) that lined the fortified positions along the shoreline.

The Russian attack began with a monolithic ten-hour gun shelling followed by the initiatory wave of Russian military personnel surging across the ice. Explosives and artillery decimated the Russian military force, sending storage tank and sled into the watery profoundness below shatter ice. The armored vehicles and tanks that did reach the survived this were crushed by the anti-tank guns and the foot who joined in the one-sided massacre of the lakes.

The farming battle had been a much closer subject, xiii hours of hellish combat that left over two-hundred burned out storage tank and thou of Russian idle stacked like cordwood. The Suomi armed strength had paid a lamb damage for it, yet the newly deployed foreign volunteers made the difference of opinion in quantity and quality…some 25000 military personnel from Hungary, Italy, Sweden and Kingdom of Norway plus a aspersion of other nationalities, zep each and every one !

subject field reports combined with intercepted transmission broadcast in the pass from the Russian seventh U. S. Army Corp headquarters nearly matched. For all intensive aim the Seventh Army had been destroyed in that one slap-up winner-take-all battle.

Then just after midnight on the 23rd the Russian resumed their offensive north of Lake Ladoga. Five infantry divisions of the Russian Eighth Army corp, with wakeless tankful and artillery reenforcement, assaulted the weak-appearing Finnish positions with a great softwood of enthusiasm and determination ; only to find out they had struck hard into a multi-layered, multi-supporting region of dugout, artillery unit, automobile gun nests, minefields and anti-tank guns which shredded the Russians in to a lesser extent than seven hours.

Again it was the strange Volunteer who helped give the difference, another 20,000 mix-bag of nationalities whose military acquirement and expertise allowed them to fight as hard as his Finnish army troops ! Even the air battle went dramatically in their party favor, with twenty-one Finnish Air Force sheet downed for 97 Russian. The commanding cosmopolitan for the one-eighth Army very politely stayed in his arena headquarters when a six battery barrage of Finnish grueling artillery unit landed on its position.

field Marshal Mannheim softly chuckled and looked at his gain policeman."Our troops, the foreign volunteer force-out, and the supplying of implements of war and ammunition from Sweden, Noreg, Italia and Hungary are making the conflict ; how ironic that so very much of the death we bring down on the Russians has been supplied by their very own ‘ ally'Germany."

"field of battle marshall,"one of Mannheim's aides quietly said and handed over a series of message sort for him. He read them quickly, one of them several times and looked to his intelligence headman who nodded and grinned like a wolf. He just stood there in shock, ineffectual to conceive for a time that two partisans - the ghostwriter Bear and snow Fox had doubled their old coup over the Russians.

"My God Above thank you for this expectant endowment you have given unto us all,"he said and bowed his head in a legal brief appeal of thanks and extolment. The confirmation of reinforcements - reservists and extraneous Tennessean - to stiffen the Finnish defender facing the one-ninth and Fourteenth armies was large news, and now this gift on Christmas Eve truly was heaven sent.

marshall Mannheim made a note to have those two partisan decorated if Finland managed to hold on and win the ongoing war.

"Gentlemen,"he called out, his voice instantly cutting through the blare of noise loud and distinct.

Once he had their attending he read the intercepted message and after the clapping and cheering ran its grade ordered it to be broadcast over interior radios. The marshal shook his fist in victory, knowing then and there the war with Russia had turned and turned for the better…he gave that some due consideration…

"offer the word to all our front crease violence as well, but indicate they are to be doubly vigilant at this news program,"he said with all due seriousness,"The Russians will not forget nor forgive. We can expect them to dispatch even more reinforcement and faster than ever to ensure our nation is crushed once and for all."

"Understand this much gentlemen,"he continued, his iron-hard gaze locking on every man and charwoman in turn,"our side has won many smashing victory and the dependable Lord has delivered the enemy leaders into our hands as well, but we have not won the war. Our large battle may well be ahead, thus I am ordering our force-out who are facing the one-ninth and Fourteenth Russian U. S. Army Corps to tighten up their denial so we can pin those military unit in place."

"Gentlemen, I sense a cracking change is coming in the air, a storm groovy than anything we have ever seen will hit and change the world."Mannheim grinned, never understanding the storm would be one of parentage, fire and steel coming down on their enemies in shortstop order.



25 December, 1939 rear-area Russian Ninth Army corp

Nikkei slid deeper into the steamy H2O and reveled in the intense heating system and soft undulation that lapped across her abdomen and knocker. She twirled her fingers in the water, generating ripple that spread out and glistened in the subdued lantern illumination ; such a simple gift she wanted for Christmas, a hot Bath, something she took for granted before the war began…before her world turned upside down and slammed to the ground with vicious intensity.

For four days she and Stephen had been cooped up in the downfall of an old hunting inn that actually had pee piped in from a nearby hot spring. The low moaning of the blizzard reminded her of old trace stories her father would tell near the hearth, shadows dancing on the walls as he moved about, often making fleshly shadows with his hands in rendering of ‘ Peter and the Wolf.'

One strong surge of wind that pounded on the door blocked by an old lounge and desk, to prevent well-to-do entry by anyone in the area, reminded her that not everyone was enjoying such a H.M.S. Bounty as she on the natal day of the Prince of Peace. nearly of the old society lay exposed to the ingredient, but enough remained, such as the washup room she occupied, to provide decent shelter…once they dealt with the bear out of the home that had taken up residency.

As Nikkei reached for the rag and scoop Stephen had thoughtfully laid out by the tub for her, she smiled at the fond memories of bear-meat stew…although having to manhandle the brutes 300kg carcase outside so it did not stink up the residual of the place hardly made it worth the exploit. Her being capable to take a hot bath and rid herself of daylight of grime and grunge made it worth the effort.

She gathered a rich lathering of goop on her manpower and the rag, and then slowly began to scrub down her face, neck and arms. The accumulated grease and tension built from the showtime of the war eased away bit by bit, and she could relax for a fourth dimension, free of the cares and memories of the wider world.

On one white meat she softly swirled the rag in sensuous roofy that advanced unto her swollen teat. sensation both old and new flowed into her mind, awakening desires she had never allowed herself to fully search or to even sing about with anyone. Her centre closed and a soft pant passed her capable sassing as a slight shudder played along her torso ; the heat of the urine accentuated the pleasurable waves which flowed one upon another along the very fibers of her being.

Her free deal came to rest between her boob, and the fingers slowly snaked their way downward. Once there, they began to fondle and tease and please a parcel of her body that sent her unto the heavens with sensuous blissfulness that she could only equate to the songs of the celestial consort. Nikkei sensed her heart beating faster and faster as her breath quickened, blood thundered and her body came alive in a rainbow of sensations that could not be described.

She pushed her finger into the depths of her womanhood as far as she could ; determined to run out each bit of joy potential. Of grade she was still a virgin at the age of eighteen, unlike so many of her friends and early close down kin…none had desired to be with her since she was found out to be unable to have children, thus making her the despite of the village and a bad marriage prospect.

The wild, raw, primordial spate of fire and hotness caught her off sentry duty as a thousand M of world cascaded before her, numberless probability of what may be and could be, and then collapsed back into the here and now as she screamed her pleasure to the world when her release hit.

Her hands covered her mouth as she blushed deeply than ever before in her life, wondering if anyone had heard the noise…and blushed even thick as Stephen burst through the door with a drawn pistol, lost his footing on the slick flooring and tumbled face first into the bathing tub with Nikkei.

He pulled himself out of the tub and stir his head like an old sheepdog, sending a shower of water across the room."I'm soaked,"he moaned while looking at his drenched article of clothing, shook his head and hoped enough firewood remained to dry them by the open fireplace - though they would smell out like wood sens for days."wagerer they smell of woodwind instrument roll of tobacco than that of an old and wet sheep dog like me…"

"grandfather, are you alright ?"Nikkei asked as she leaned over the border of the bathtub. When Stephen looked at her with an abashed grinning she gasped, clutched her arms over her bared heart and slid trench into the waters while a hot blush surged inscrutable and red across her already flush cheeks. All she wanted to do was melt away and disappear ; her mind tore in different directions, desires playing a thou air at once while she fought to domesticate the confusion.

On the conflict field sniping at the enemy she has mastered her emotions to a fine degree ; but in the topic of the affectionateness, she has never encountered such as she faced now. She lowered her head but could not bust her eyes away from him as he pulled off his shirt and wrung the water supply of it…the iron-hard musculus of his lithe frame, crossed with a roadmap of scars acquired over a lifespan of hardship and battle, flexed with each gimmick made upon his shirt.

He whipped the shirt a few sentence to get any remaining droplets gratis and grinned at Nikkei."Sorry Nikkei I had thought that a bear or a Russian had gotten into the bathing way and I got careless again…"

Nikkei was unable to conceive her spike, for her grandpa never apologized for anything."Grandpa you didn't foul up or get regardless I just…well, I was doing something and…"

"Well my granddaughter I have to admit,"Stephen said while softly chuckling,"that is one way to ask a man to bring together you in the tub, though I'm not indisputable both of us would fit. Although I could try if you insist…"

He laughed at the precious short squealing sounds given off by Nikkei at his suggestion. Though as he left the way to change and dry his cloths, the sparkle that danced in her eyes spoke volumes to his experienced heart and mind.


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Tap - tap - tap !

Stephen pulled the small punch away from Nikkei's rifle and examined the former short fox-marker added to the wooden gillyflower. Feeling the smoothness of the indentation he coated the exposed wood with an amber hued spot, when dry it will glisten with a honey-gold texture as any light played across it.

"One more of so many foxes added, I had taught my granddaughter to hunt for deer, boar and bear."Stephen gave off a cryptic, disgusted suspiration at the winds of fate and ill-fortune."Instead she has become a hunter of Russians who have raped our motherland and steal her futurity. All those years ago when her family adopted her…."

His mind drifted into memories of his lost family all those years ago when they had adopted Nikkei after she had been orphaned. No one knew where she had come from, even the authorities failed to find the parents of the little female child found wandering alone in the Sir Henry Wood, her wearable covered in blood…

A girl of true whodunit who had grown into a fine young woman ; one that he wished he could have given a life of peace to instead of the blamed war the Russians had forced upon all of them.

In the background the static-filled program of Finnish and Scandinavian radio place declared their holiday indirect request and greeting, and then broadcast the usual updates of the war.

"To all of our members of Finland's armed forces engaged in the desperate battle to protect our homeland from the barbarians of the Soviet conglutination. I and all of our multitude thank you for the commitment and sacrifice of so lots you have give for us, and may on this day when we celebrate the birth of the Prince of Peace each of you find stand-in from this endless hurt inflicted by the Russians.."

Sir Leslie Stephen half-listened to the radio set static filled program. He heard the contingent given of the great engagement fought on the Isthmus and near Lake Ladoga on the 22nd and 23rd ; the Russian Seventh and eighth Army army corps had been stopped, shattered and scattered before stubborn Finnish resistance"assisted by volunteer who support our case for freedom and self-determination as a majority rule against the tyrannical might of Communist Russia."

"We wish to confirm that in the final stage week the Russian Armies shock absorber force of the Russian ninth army corp has suffered uttermost setbacks due to our nation's army, air power and partisans active voice behind the enemy lines. It has been confirmed that the ninth Army has lost their commander, one General Dashicev along with the Minister of Department of Defense for the Soviet unification, George Marshall Voroshilov who had come to the nominal head argument to see first-hand what had caused the Ninth US Army to be held up in the field."

Stephen turned his full care to the radio…

"My beau Fin's our beloved solders and nationals fighting behind the strain have demonstrated loud and sack up to the earthly concern why the ninth Army, along with all other Russian Army corporation, has failed to trounce our res publica. In the death of the Defense curate Russia has learned the lesson we will never surrender and never relent to their forces of enslavement. And so with each fight we undertake against the Russian invader, we bleed them and phlebotomize them more, until the day will number in the near time to come when they will hold defeat and seek to make a just and honorable peace."

"May the time soon come when we can secern in full the action mechanism of the two known as the blow Fox and the ghost Bear ; may God keep them safe and wield them as instruments of judge against our ancient enemies from the barbarian state of Russia."

Stephen whistled,"So that is whom Nikkei took down after the tank exploded ?"

He imagined how Nikkei would trip the light fantastic around like an ale-drunken bee after hearing of the prize she had bagged. The expiry of general Dashicev was welcome intelligence, and showed his dead reckoning as to who occupied the staff car in the van they had ambushed. Yet the death of Marshall Voroshilov, Russian Minister of vindication, truly marked the greatest prize any drumbeater sniper could hope to score poor of Premier Stalin.

He gently cleaned the rifle with an old rag, gently removing the least hint of filth, dust or oil his employment may get left upon it."I made this for my devout Nikkei to track down deer and bear with, and now she ahs been forced by this war to become a hunter of men. I wish her parents could see her now…"


He fought back the tear that threatened to come as his middle lodged in his throat. His kid and grandchildren, plus all his friends there save for Nikkei are all gone. His cult at the Russians redoubled in an instant.

"Tomorrow I have to go and ‘ see what is going on'again ; hopefully this time Nikkei will not insist on coming along with me."He looked at the pocket-size raft of supplying that had been cached away in the basement of the old hunting hostel. While Nikkei had been taking her bath he had gone down and brought the food, cloths, ammunition and other miscellaneous goods the two needed as they hunted Russians.

Also, as he had hoped, the two humble sleds he had stored among other goods in the cache remained intact and untaken. At least he and Nikkei could carry more goods on them than they can just upon their back. Plus he had new batteries for his small wireless a friend had built a few long time ago…

That picayune transmitter has proven to be a true wonder. Incredibly low, lightweight and true, he can use it to relay or receive voice and Morse-code signaling. His old champion in the United States who made it was a coevals ahead of his time, and a simple bond allowed it to be powered by a hand-cranked generator-system.

When the tension between Russia and Republic of Finland had begun to increase, he and his fellow smugglers plus some of the contacts they had within the armed power began to plan and prepare. Thus a relay-chain of a sort exists to pass information and program line along to those who needed it ; they always are sent in legal brief transmission of Morse-code to avoid antagonistic spotting by the Russians.

other information, edict and the like are broadcast five times daily by the government over the world radio program. No matter how much the Russians may try, only the leaders of the partisans in specific areas behind the melodic phrase possessed the necessary codification to understand them.

"All for the better then,"Stephen softly said to himself."It's yesteryear time we bleed these Russians as badly as we can and prevent any Thomas More chaos falling upon our heads…"

He stopped mumbling at the sound of Nikkei's ghostly pace meld with the crackling of the flames in the fireplace. His gaze moved to his article of clothing hung over the spinal column of two old chairs near the fireplace, the heating slowly drying them out after that dip in the tub.

Returning to the rifle, he observed that each part has been lovingly cared for by Nikkei. Sir Leslie Stephen nodded his commendation, delighted that she had remembered all he could teach her of such topic.

Wrapped in a thick cotton fiber robe, Nikkei sat before the fire and continued towel her hair dry.

Sir Leslie Stephen looked up at her, the brightness level from the flames caressing her in a twiddle dance of lighting and tincture. He saw her chewing on her lower lip, obviously troubled by something, or more likely what had happened between them in the bathing room.

"Nikkei what's bothering you my dear ?"Stephen said and laid the rifle down on its white-furred scabbard."I can separate you are worried or troubled, so delight tell me and if I have wronged you somehow…"

He scooted next to her and looked into her tear-filled center as she turned her gaze unto his.

She opened her gown to expose her bared abdomen, thigh and bosom for him to see, hoping that he will not turn away from her tongueless question. One hand came to reside on his flushed face, the oestrus flowing into her hand as she began to caress his iron-hard, weathered, scarred tegument in such a gentle way that it twitched with each soft and touchy stroke.

"Nikkei I did not mean to offend you earlier…"Stephen's words ended when she gently touched a fingertip to his lips. She pulled her hand away and shed the robe from her body, then leaned onto her hip, sweeping her legs back behind her at the human knee and propped herself up on one arm. With the other she took his hand into her and entwined their fingers.

Stephen's eye drank in every sensuous and diffuse curve of her body, the richness of her amber hair, soft drab eye full of aliveness and annoyance mixed in equal measure, the unfaltering advance and crepuscle of her bared bosom. As his gaze descended to her most intimate of treasures she shifted her leg adequate for him to see her bared womanhood and the slight glint of moisture already gathered there on her cutis and surrounding hair.

"Nikkei what are you…I mean…"for one of the few times in his living, Stephen found himself at a loss for words as his brain flared to ashen insensibility. He could not conceive this is actually happening and with his dearest and only surviving granddaughter…

"grandad I want this to be my giving to you,"she said to him. He could take heed the honey and philia in her articulation for him, something that had been there for years and only now did he understand in full…his adopted Nikkei had fallen in love with him long ago and now sought to be active their relation to the side by side level.

"I have forgotten since the war began what it meant to be alive and costless of worry and anger,"she said, her optic releasing a lone tear down her cheek."I want to be your stage grandpa for tonight, to remind us both what life means ; I don't expect to make it through this war, so much death has already come close…and with that tankful firing at me…"she shuddered at the retentivity of how close she had brushed with death that day.

She moved to Stephen and sat down on his lap with her legs crossing behind his rachis. Her one bridge player brought his to reside on her bosom ; the simple speck of his skin on hers sent a charge and chill blazing across her being. When he began to caress her chest, teasing more and more igneous undulation of pleasure from her soundbox, she leaned into him and all but melted away as the gentle C does before the flames of a fire.

He kissed her cheek and softly blew puffs of his heat hint on her neck. Stroking her hairsbreadth he looked once again into her heart and seen the sexual love and nervousness playing against one another."Are you sure this is what you want Nikkei ? You only have one first time in such matters and I want you to be absolutely sure…"

The boisterous embrace and fiery kiss she gave him answered all his questions.

So it was that they entered the sure-enough of songs, and fulfilled the older dance of all, two inwardness and two consistence coming together in one ; the cries of passion and primeval release echoed throughout the old laying waste until Sir Leslie Stephen released his lifetime seed into Nikkei, and then collapsed from the travail. The two cuddled and caressed one another while sharing loving grinning and whispering countersign meant for them alone.

An hour later as Nikkei contently slept away, her gentle stertor confluence with the crackling flames, Sir Leslie Stephen gave her a grin and softly kissed her on the boldness before laying down for his own eternal rest. He made certain though that his pistols and hunting knife were within easy grabbing space if they were needed.


28 December, 1939 Suomussalimi, Finland

Colonel Siilasvuo returned the couriers salute and dismissed him with a casual wave of his hand.

Two days ago he had been alerted to crucial instructions that will arrive at his headquarters ; and given the current weather that raged just outside the hotels thick Isidor Feinstein Stone wall, it had to be something between extremely urgent and insane for a courier to be risked in temperatures, nose candy and winds that were the forged in record history.

Since him and the 27th foot Regiment, now reinforced by three extra regiments of reservists and extraneous military volunteer, he had waged relentless irregular war to hemorrhage the Russian ninth Army corporation white and hold them to this neighborhood when from all explanation they could cause been used on the isthmus during the terminal Russian assault.

However the Russians had dug in deep and still managed to hold him from mounting a successful strike across the river. He could defend and not aggress, and the Saame for them…a foiling that grew all the more with each expiration day. Even his raiding political party had met with minimal succeeder, save for sniping at the Russians who hid in their beef up positions.

Only skipper Sugar Ray Robinson and his men, aided by the partisans led by the old colonel Stephen and his adjutant called"C. P. Snow Fox"have scored massive success upon succeeder upon success. When he considered the report of the old colonel, commonly known as the"spook Bear'in the last great war, it is little wonder the man leads and coordinates the drumbeater to such a record, even as he and the blow Fox carry out their own two-person crusade upon the hated Russians.

He opened the packet and withdrew out the bundle of documents and photographs, and whistled when he gave the top Page - orders from Field Marshal Mannerheim himself - a cursory coup d'oeil. They explained in brief and concise detail that John Roy Major reinforcements were expected to be arriving inside two workweek for the Russian Ninth US Army Corp…

Colonel Siilasvuo raged, cursed and complained as he stormed out of the old hotel which housed his field headquarters. He shouted above the howling jazz for his aged officers to gather around him as he woke his driver to take him down riverside…he had been forbidden from launching anything unattackable than foray across the river to slice up apart the remaining strength of the ninth Army while time remained. So he had chosen to inspect the forward defenses and ascertain the Russians received a lovesome welcome when they struck.

As expected, the Defense Department were inviolable and growing solid with each exit day ; with log and stone bunkers housing machine gunman, anti-tank cannon and fighting positions for infantry. Other view inside the town had already been made ready…when the Russians struck the river and snow would be red with their blood.




28 Dec, 1939 Israel Baline, Germany

"Ah yes, I will take this one here,"Admiral Donitz said as he looked over the beautiful gold-chain necklace set with fine diamonds. He held it in both men and admired the fiery bursts which came out as the get off played across each gemstone. The jeweler had promised the gift would be crafted to perfection, and so he had achieved yet again with the gift for his dear wife.

"Klaus what do you think of it ?"Donitz asked of his bodyguard and driver. He moved around to face the man so he could see the marvellous magic wrought by Karl, his personal jeweller and one of the few men he called a true lord of that trade.

"full admiral, as always Mr. Karl has outdone himself, you have chosen the gift well for Mrs. Donitz and she will probably be pleased beyond touchstone at your gift of affection for her."John R. Major Klaus, polite as ever turned back to watching the computer memory and all of the people within it, plus those who paused even for a moment to look through the storefronts windows. His hand never strayed far from the grip of his pistol.

The strait of femme fatale caused everyone to turn and observe the street as the motorcade of Chancellor Hitler began to pass by. Donitz looked at his watch and smiled,"Punctual as always, I noticed some workplace was being done on his vehicle final stage Nox as I left the berth. Did you commend to induce that looked into Klaus ?"

"Yes sir, I had it checked out by naval security system, and the Gestapo John Roy Major in charge of surety ensured me when I appeared in person that ‘ a pocket-sized problem had arisen and was even now being fixed.'to the highest degree unusual dialect though for the man,"Major Klaus never finished his sentence.

Admiral Donitz expression changed from delight to blow and then abject repulsion as the premier car came into sight, and disappeared in a thunderous explosion that tore the fomite asunder. Major Klaus took the brunt of the shockwave which blew out the storefront, killing him instantly along with Karl…

Donitz coughed, choked and gasped for air amidst the roiling clouds of dust and smoke. He made his way out to the street where many fomite burned, and all too many the great unwashed lay on the ground in pocket billiards of red. One tone at the twisted, burning cadaver of the Chancellors car told him there would be, could not be, any survivor ; but he rushed over to see if against all odds his res publica loss leader had somehow survived.

The war machine escort swarmed the area to gain command as fast as possible ; one military officer threatened Admiral Donitz until he showed his military machine paper and then took control over the scene. All too swiftly the truth was confirmed when the fires of the Chancellors car were extinguished at long live on.

Chancellor of the Exchequer Hitler was beat, assassinated by a dud placed within the car that had detonated the gasoline tank.

"So it has been accomplished,"full admiral Donitz said, sad and shaking his promontory in disbelief, a howling act for the sake of appearance to the masses. His personal agents, unity loyal to him and him alone, had penetrated the mesh of Russian spies and agents that existed in Berlin…and he knew who controlled them as well…

He never expected their design to work. Now that it had, his allies in the German government would ensure his taking over to the Chancellorship and, as promised for the support of Goering and his camarilla, would deal with Russian Federation once and for all…of path he still had to make a ‘ headphone call'to the mastermind behind this mad plot to secure his own survival.


30 December, 1939 Moscow, Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic

Everyone in the elbow room jumped at the 1 gunshot that seemed to growl and resile about the group meeting room for the High Command of the Russian Armed Forces. Quickly they resumed their stance of wide attention, each expecting to be the next one personally gunned down by the man at the oral sex of the table…

"Comrades I believe my point has been duly made,"Premier Joseph Stalin calmly stated as he holstered his shooting iron. He gave a nod and two NKVD guards rushed over and dragged the body of general Voroshilov, who of late had been recalled to capital of the Russian Federation for ‘ private consultations regarding the war.'

"I will allow no more failures in the matter of this war with Finland,"he growled,"each day our land loses yet more influence, respect and position around the domain. I have since the failed offense of 22-23 December given rules of order for massive reinforcements to deploy in the areas of the Seventh and eighth Army Corps, we have peace with the Germans and thus our nominal head with them is now reduced to 2d and third rank unit of measurement ; the elite group force play being redeployed will be in lieu by the end of January, when the final offensive shall begin."

"The one-ninth ground forces Corp shall carry confine offensives ; they have consistently failed and thus will not be of any more major usage."He smashed his clenched fist onto the tabular array many times to punctuate his point.

Stalin went on for some fourth dimension berating the humankind for all manner of perceived slights and secret plan being carried out against him and the Soviet Union. His rage grew to such heights and depths that many of the men gathered feared he would either die of a stroke ; or have everyone shot down on the spot by the sub-machinegun wielding NKVD escort who circled behind each man like a watching and waiting vulture.

From one side an officer appeared, delivered various message anatomy to Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili and then bolted for his life-time after being dismissed with a passing moving ridge. As he scanned them his modality swung from rage to outright joy back to a simmering, stewing rage that promised last to mortal before the night passed.

"Gentlemen,"Stalin declared with a push calm and grinning while holding up the third substance form in one hand,"as I stated, we have peace with Deutschland and now it is guaranteed for some clip to come. Our federal agent in the German High Command have confirmed the news program being broadcast over the radio."

He paused and grinned,"Hitler is utter. somebody managed to place an explosive gimmick inside of his armoured car, and acerate leaf to say the butchery wrought was phenomenal. Admiral Donitz has been sworn in as the new premier of Germany and thus will take up many month to fully throw out of his rival and gain full control over his commonwealth's governance."

The staff officers and rector shouted and cheered at the news of Hitler's death, and gave off calls for the long life of Premier Joseph Stalin, the Soviet Union and the inevitable supremacy of the earth by Communism. By almost universal spontaneousness they began to sing the subject Song of Russia, their allegiance and notion in their causal agency having been reconfirmed by the universe at large.

Wisely Stalin withheld the two early messages that arrived at the same meter. They detailed the movements of superior general Timoshenko and Shaposhnikov, the newly appointed co-commanders of the Republic of Finland Front. During the flight to headquarters near a batten airport the planer carrying them, escorted by XII fighters, was jumped by a large routine of Finnish fighters.

Every one of the Russian pilot film fought until their aeroplane went down in fire. Despite their ripe efforts, the carpenter's plane carrying both generals had been shot down as well with no survivors. Once again the leaders of his armed strength had disappointed him, and the report of flagging morale among the foot along with some social unit on the edge of mutiny confirmed the police officer were deliberately failing, seeking cause to expel him once and for all from power.

Something inside of Joseph Stalin snapped, his passion breaking out in volcanic proportions.

None of the jubilant officers before him knew what hit them when with a nod Stalin had his bodyguards cut them down to the last. He summoned his personal aide and demanded a prepared document, which once he signed with a few fooling strokes of his pen, was sent to the NKVD communications commissar and dispatched.

Within 48 hours the blood bath had finished, completely decimating the Russian armed force eminent command and replacing all officers of John R. Major or high-pitched rank with Political commissars. He gave new orders to all of the Russian armed force play ; any hint of disloyalty or want of proper communistic life will result in that man's stallion platoon or fellowship being summarily executed en mass.

Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili never understood just how deadly he had misjudged the unfolding chain of events his insaneness and luxuria for blood would unleash in poor order…


30 December, 1939 Germany, OKH High Command

full admiral Donitz, newly sworn in Chancellor of FRG and all of her the great unwashed looked out the window of his place and the pristine snowfall from the a la mode tempest. Just over twenty-four minute ago Chancellor Hitler had been assassinated by a bomb planted inside of his armored staff car ; in short order the Gestapo had discovered and captured a gang of Russian spies and federal agent who caused Hitler's death.

Their death penalty warrants were the inaugural affair taken forethought of by Donitz after taking the curse of office. Now he had a massive choice to make, one discussed long into the night by him and the High Command. He had been aware of architectural plan being drafted, on Hitler's orders, for an encroachment of Russia…he wondered if Der Fuhrer had been aware of his pending death, not that it mattered now.

Hitler's Death at the script of suspected Russian broker, proven or not, gave them the sound and lesson justice for the invasion to fall. The major humankind leader, even those of France and Britain, had been contacted via direct or third-party transmit cables of the plan to deal with Russia and Joseph Stalin for their perfidy in assassinating the German Chancellor.

Many had responded with the usual condolences and various degrees of admonishment of Russia.

From France, the Daladier politics reply was confused, drawn and uncommitted one way or another. That came as no surprise to Donitz, having anticipated such from the instant the cables were sent out.

What did cushion him was that from England, or more precisely the two cable's length received from England. One from the parliament condemning Russian Federation and urging peace talks are held between Soviet Russia and Federal Republic of Germany to resolve this matter ; the latter, and thus the most important as far as Donitz was concerned came directly from Churchill…


To the Chancellor of FRG, full admiral Donitz,

In concern to the matter of Russia and their demonstrated barbarousness to the proper conduct of relations between administration I say this much. So long as Marshal Goering continues to supply arms to Republic of Finland via Sweden and no interference with our own arms cargo to Finland comes about, we wish you God amphetamine and critical triumph over the godless Russian government activity of Stalin.

"gentleman's gentleman,"chancellor Donitz began as he turned to face the meet senior high school Command,"most of our forces are in plaza already since the invasion of Republic of Poland and we have managed to secretly increase our forces there by a enceinte stage. Have all of you discussed and familiarized yourself with the plan and overall destination ?"

Each officeholder in turn of events affirmed his role and detailed any last minute business organization, details and so off. Satisfied that all is in position Donitz sat behind his desk and signed the orders laid out before him…

"valet"he said,"mathematical operation Wotan, the intrusion and demolition of the Soviet sexual union, will set about at 12:01 a.m. on 10 January, 1940. Joseph Stalin has inflicted pain and blood line upon us, and now we will pay him and his people back a million fold."

Joseph Stalin sewed the wind instrument with the seminal fluid of war in Suomi, and now he will reap the harvest of steel and blood line and firing born of the whirlwind coming back upon him.


30 December, 1939 England, strange location

"Thank you for the call,"Churchill said into the phone,"it had been most unexpected but delightful none the to a lesser extent and I wish you victory in your crusade against Russia."

He hung up the phone and sighed at the range of result now coming Forth to fruition. The Russian-Finnish war promised to bleed Russian Federation whiten as Republic of Finland continued to hold mutual sense, system of logic and impression in their consistent suppression of one Russian Army corporation after another in horrendous struggle around their nation.

Even he had listened to the growing tales told on the radio of such heroes as the Baron Snow of Leicester Devil, Ghost Bear and the blow Fox. Individuals who had managed to inflict people carnage at key times and placement on the Russians, and both co-commanders for the Republic of Finland Front perished with tidings given to the Republic of Finland Air force-out from Britain.

Of course, the assassination of Hitler carried out by disloyal High German who assumed the British people factor who controlled them were actually Russian, had yielded a case to save the western sandwich world. Russian Federation and Germany will leech each other Caucasian, and by the metre they deal with one another, UK and France will be set to face the German language armies who will come at them.

As a historian Winston S. Churchill understood all-too-well what forces of death and destruction he has unleashed, but for the sake of a exempt future and saving tens of millions of life sentence, he chose the less of two evilness set before him.

One other matter caused him no end of concern ; the mere fact of Admiral Donitz being capable to invest a direct call to First Duke of Marlborough's ‘ secret'localization meant the man had agents all over England. Agents that for some reason he used for his own mysterious purposes and never shared with his comrade Germans.

John Churchill shook his headland, mentally replaying the conversation word by Christian Bible he had with the new premier of Germany. He examined each subtlety, mannerism and inflection for the slightest edge it may give him in any future dealings with admiral Donitz. The sheer ability, audaciousness, and cunning of the man were incredible to get wind and see as he described to Churchill engagement, times, billet and conversations of English people penetration agents and spy who had manipulated the Russian agents into assassinating Hitler…

Donitz had shielded the English agents from his colleges in the Gestapo, and delivered to the English embassy in Switzerland for repatriation. Churchill folded his hand together and tapped his fingertips one upon another as he tried to decipher this composite enigma enshrouded within a riddle that represented Donitz…no thing what ; Donitz had proven to be an adversary worth watching very, very closely.


8 January, 1940 rear-area Russian Ninth Army Corps

commissar full general Kolya stood on the houses front porch and watched the firstly virtuoso of the Night emerge in the bring in sky. It reminded him of the small farming village he had grown up in, and many others he had been based near or within since the Revolution and subsequent ascendancy of the Communist party.

Of row this particular Suomi community, once called summer Mist, had been exterminated in the firstly hour of the war. These people had refused to see the inevitable, that their government had been corrupted and taken over by the Imperialists of the west and thus they had paid for the treason of the Finland authorities who refused to comply with the lawful need of Moscow.

"Unbelievable, in the middle of this war we have such a wonderment as the night to see,"he stated to the auxiliary and to commissar Major-Generals Romanov and Cranston, commanders of the 51st and 58th infantry air division."Now then, I have program set out for dealing with these troublesome partisans once and for all…."


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From a wooded hill that looked down on the remains of summertime Mist Stephen watched with dandy involvement the cluster of tents and vehicles which marked the corporation headquarters unit. The collection of ship's officer standing out in the cold told him loud and light that they were elder Russian commanders ; unity that would learn a final and very lethal lesson.

He and Nikkei had learned of the headquarters new positioning from one of many motorbike riding couriers they had disposed of since Yuletide. Her rage at the mere thought of Russians standing amidst her old home only was surpassed by his own, and tempered by the chance to score one more John R. Major victory over the invaders.

The Suomi radio receiver station conducted their regular updates of the war, now reduced to a Chain of violent skirmishes on the nominal head lines and aeriform battles between the Finland and Russian air forces. The substance sent to partisan building block behind the bloodline confirmed this, plus directed them to fall upon as grueling as they can when opportunity presented itself.

He looked over at Nikkei's placement to his rightfulness and slightly up the hillside. Concealed among a bunch of rocks, Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, shrubs and a snow cloak set up as a hunter blind he could barely make out her outline as she lay as low to the ground as potential. With a gesture he informed her to shoot when the advantageously opportunity presented itself.

Stephen returned to watching the camp with his binoculars, noting a rumbling set of truck passing behind the commanders'tent…




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commissar General Kolya turned to face the slow convoy of trucks that snaked its way up the road and passed his tent. One striation of NKVD personnel riding in the back of a truck saluted as they passed, as did the succeeding and the future after that. His heart surged in superbia at this grand display of proper political heart and dedication to the province which he will use to inspire and terrify the Russian infantry into proper shape.

On his desk sat a pile of written report that many units in his command were in almost mutiny, having refused to follow with lawfully given orderliness by their new NKVD officeholder. All of the old military officer had been, as per Stalin's decree, been executed ; though Kolya included all of the officer and not spared the deputy and captain as Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili had done.

Two daytime ago he had assumed control of the Ninth U. S. Army Corp and now he has to grapple with this rebellion ; and if reports are unfeigned, it is spreading like wildfire in a drought stricken forest through the Russian Army…especially with building block being sent to reenforce the Finnish Front.

He turned to the two divisional commanding officer and waved at the passing motortruck,"Gentlemen these are the admittedly heart and soulfulness of the United States Department of State ; you will scald the men of your new units into pattern and then we shall deal with the partisans…"

He cringed as one passing hand truck repeatedly backfired.


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Nikkei watched in her rifles scope the officer who strutted around like a grand old rooster about to be sent to the kitchen for a vacation fete. A man who thought himself to be a genius or leader of men, and instead he is just one to a greater extent rooster - fat, proud, chesty and filled with his own self-worth…and about to pay the Mary Leontyne Price for that extreme hubris…

She squeezed the trigger…

Bang !


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Commissar Major-Generals Romanov and Cranston watched in slack-jawed revulsion as their commander toppled forward as a marionette cut free of its strings. The headquarters guard, gathered officers and staff looked at the crimson stain that flowed from beneath the fallen man across the white snow ; for an infinity of prison term they could not push their body to impress, horrified at having end visit them so far behind the front lines…

An infinity that lasted all too long when they were in the wad of the shooter…


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Up-back, forward-down went the rifle bolt as Nikkei chambered a new round. She aligned the crosshairs on the next policeman, one among many, who stood around in icy terror…

Bang !
hit !



Twice more her rifle barked, the racket covered by the unremitting backfiring of the truck. As per Stephens plan she immediately backed from her position, pulled down the hoodwink cloak and worked her way down the hillside with him. Inside ten minutes they were skiing toilsome and degraded to repeal the area.


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Colonel Idenorph, NKVD commander of the headquarters guard watched the three superior general fall one after the following. He called out warning of a sniper and looked in the direction of the backfiring truck which had a man who held his pistol in the counselling of the fallen generals.

"There in the truck, the gunner is in the hand truck,"he bellowed out to his assembling men."Shoot them down, all of them…"

Instantly the twenty men who had assembled by this time leveled their sub-machineguns and open up fire, tearing the truck, number one wood and NKVD sentry duty to tag. A grenade was lobbed into the undefended can and reduced the vehicle to twisted alloy and a roaring fire that marked the tomb of two scotch of State Department security system personnel.

A gunshot to his right wing dropped one of his men to the ground, mortally wounded. He turned to see NKVD troop jumping down from the truck that followed and assumed a coup d'etat was underway by traitors to the state."Cut them all down, everyone of the traitors…"

His last bidding ended in a gurgle and spray of origin as a burst of bullets tore his chest open.

pandemonium reigned as factions of NKVD troops tore into one another, leaving scores dead and many More wounded upon the snowy ruining of summertime Mist. This Chaos only escalated when police captain Robinson and his men stumbled onto the scene, already prepared to raid the military headquarters, and swept the place clean and jerk of any survivors.

After destroying anything they could not carry off they departed as silently as shade and reported to the Finland high school program line another succeeder for the ‘ spectre Bear'and the ‘ Snow Fox,'who initiated the tiddler civic war at the headquarters.


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IV hours and several kilometers later, Stephen hugged Nikkei and scuffed her hair in congratulations. They set off for the next hidden cache and protection from which they will design the succeeding smash against the Russians.

"Grandpa what do you think all that gunfire was about after we left ?"Nikkei asked of Stephen.

"I imagine the Russians were killing one another off,"Sir Leslie Stephen shrugged and grinned,"or a lot of our soldiers arrived in time to take vantage of the pandemonium you created and exterminated the integral headquarters and that convoy of truck. come Nikkei we have to cover a lot of priming tonight and I want to get going while we have the moonlight to guide us…"

With that they moved off as still as dying amidst the deep woods.




9 January, 1940 STAVKA headquarters, Soviet Russia

The conspirators gathered for the net clock time, knowing they are practice no subject the outcome. One by one each went over his part of the plan, the role of his scout troop or government department, and the fast timeline they had to maintain to the moment once everything began.

One small disruption in the architectural plan, one slipup of any sort and it will be all over. But the stakes of their failure would be the death of Russia and infliction of a High German warlord and government over the native land for God alone knew how many generations.

The federal agent of the NKVD had recently received confirmation of the German armed violence gathering en mass along the German-Russian frontier in what had been Poland. An Brobdingnagian effect of motorized infantry and of tanks, plane and bombers…an incredible fist of iron prepared to smash domicile into a weakened Russia.

Normally the armed military force of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics would be sufficient to dissuade the Germans, but now mutiny was sweeping the four army corps stuck within Finland and others enroute to Finland or still on the frontier had joined with them. commissar had been killed, elections of new military officer held and notification sent to STAVKA in the clear…

The troops will no longer travel along decree given by Stalin or his men and called upon the Germans to invade and unloosen their homeland from the subjugation of Communism.

The Germans promptly responded, declaring to the public they will commence their ‘ dismissal of Russian Federation'unless Joseph Stalin steps down or is removed before 10 January, 1940. Each had cringed as Donitz explained on the receiving set that he held only Stalin and his partner in crime, and not the Russian soldiers or Russian population responsible for the blackwash of Chancellor Hitler…

So the conspirators knew what had to be done : liquidate Stalin.

"We have to do this tonight, and we must win, or we lose the motherland to the Germans."General Zhukov, the lone cosmopolitan to survive Stalin's madness, told the gathered men."Give the gild, in one hour it begins…"

With those words the men departed to save their homeland.


9 Jan, 1940 Berlin, FRG

"General has this been confirmed ?"Chancellor Donitz said into the telephone. His staff waited in tense silence, each one wondering if the issue being reported in Russia are true ; and if not dead on target, will their premier give the final examination order to get down the invasion of Russia.

"Thank you,"Donitz said and slowly hung up the phone. He breathed deeply, turned to his staff and smiled in true joy."Gentlemen, the news have been confirmed, Stalin and his henchmen are dead and General Georgi Zhukov has been sworn in as the new Premier of Russia. The orders have already been confirmed by our listening posts and agents in Moscow, all engagement save for local self-defense is to cease immediately at bottom Finland and a ‘ petition'made to our politics to mediate peace talks between Finland and Russia."

"Orders are to be sent at once that the invasion of Russia is herewith cancelled."Donitz saved his greatest surprise for last as he held up a alphabetic character delivered earlier by the ambassador of Switzerland."I have here the personal letter of Winston Churchill who has accepted our offer of a reappearance to the status-quo of 1939 between our nation. We will crawfish out from Poland, though it shall stay as a vassal administration in our sphere of influence."


"Gentlemen,"Donitz continued,"we have peace at last and FRG has become a world power once again. The insult and infamy inflicted upon us in the Great War has been erased forever…"

With that the Chancellor of the Exchequer dismissed his men and returned to the day to day crunch of running a government. He did hesitate briefly to chew over how the future will go from here on out. Peace has come to Europe as far as Germany is concerned, though Italy's potentate Mussolini is making his usual blustering stochasticity about Northern Africa…

"Let the man face the British and Daniel Chester French alone if he is stupe enough to engage them on alone,"Donitz declared.


10 January, 1940 rear-area of Russian one-ninth Army corporation

In the depths of their sheltered cantonment Sir Leslie Stephen, Nikkei and Captain Robinson listened to the representative of Field marshall Mannheim come gain and distinct over the radio receiver. They could scarcely believe their ears…

"To all citizens and soldiers, foreign military volunteer and partisans who have been involved in the defense of our homeland against the forcefulness of a tyrannical Soviet Union ; this day, a keen day of jubilation for us all, I am glad to proclaim that the despot of Russia, PM Stalin is numb. His successor Premier Zhukov has ordered all Russian forces are to lay off hostilities at once after a monumental demo of the Russian peoples collective resolve led to their solders refusing to accept edict anymore."

Nikkei looked at Sir Leslie Stephen, hoping against Hope that this is not a dream she will shortly stir up up from…

"The Chancellor of Germany, admiral Donitz, has graciously extended the offer of his government being a neutral go-between for peace talk to be held by voice of Suomi and Russia. This marriage proposal has been supported in the lastly hour by the political science of Britain and French Republic and the United commonwealth. Ladies and Gentlemen, as will be confirmed in short order by the regime official broadcast, our valiant battle of commonwealth against commie tyranny has come to an end. Our sacrifice have been capital, but God has saved us in the end. We acknowledge the efforts of all who defended our native land on the front line lines, and from behind opposition line, heroes such as the Snow Devil, Snow Fox and shade Bear. Ladies and Gentlemen, the war is over…"

The remaining words were drowned out by the collective shouts of joy and joy by Nikkei, Stephen and Captain Robinson and his men. Nikkei leapt into Stephens strong arms and kissed him as hard and long as she could, knowing that at long last she and he will return home and construct a new life in the hereditary home of their people.

"Grandpa…"she began only to be hushed by him.

"Nikkei please shout out me Sir Leslie Stephen,"he insisted upon,"as soon as we can we will steer home, or anywhere else you wish to. I have various property across the neighborhood from my…other activities,"he rolled his oculus to the heavens at the quantity of money he had stashed away from being a smuggler.

"Grandpa…sorry, Stephen…"Nikkei said,"That old hunting indian lodge. We make it our house and see what we can make out of it for the future. I'm tired of hunting Russians, and I want to put this nightmare past me once and for all…"

"Sorry to break the wild-eyed kiss and such,"said chieftain Robinson with a spacious grin,"but I have orders to see the two of you to Field Marshal Mannheim at once. He wants to see the both of you ; it appears you have made a rather extreme impression on the man…"

Edward G. Robinson shook his head and stopped talking as Nikkei and Sir Leslie Stephen headed to their shelter, determined to have a buck private celebration of their own."It can wait a bit, it can wait…thank God the war is finally over."

So it is that the inaugural clash between East and W, between Communist Russia and those who love to be free has come to an end. The rabies of Stalin has ceased, the mighty and unstoppable Red Bear beaten, humiliated and humbled by one state united for the Department of Defense of their homeland, and due to the bravery and conclusion of the ones known in history to amount as ‘ blow Fox'and"spook Bear'chronicle has changed forever…

The long revere European war ceased before it even began as Federal Republic of Germany brokered a long-lasting peace accord between Soviet Union ( now led by Georgi Zhukov ) and Finland. All territorial gains and pre-war claim made by the USSR were fully dropped, and the final examination International border established under the eyes of neutral parties from the United State and Holland, Belgium and other minor powers.

Germany and England entered into an uneasy cease-fire with one another, born by flower curate Churchill having gained a ‘ grudging esteem'for Chancellor Donitz of Deutschland, who forged a number of industrial and trade deals of reciprocal benefit to the two nations multitude. Though many doubted the committal of the new German Chancellor, his subsequent restoration of Poland and the Balkland DoS to full sovereignty helped ease these doubts in the end.

Italy's potentate Benito Mussolini made his usual gripes and threats to restore the greatness of the original empire of Italian capital across the lands of northern Africa. He dismissed the warnings of France and U.K. as ‘ small barks and yelping of defeated Empires.'

Chancellor Donitz delivered two messages to Benito Mussolini - the first of all being an derriere ‘ dismay'for him to ‘ not upset the current equalizer of power in a Europe now finding serenity and successfulness again.'

Mussolini promptly dismissed this ‘ utter cowardly conduct of the new German Chancellor'and prepared his Nation to go to war. Thus he in short order received the indorsement, and final, subject matter of Donitz : a bomb in the bathtub…and a restoration of a free and democratic means of popular government under the combined security of Britain and FRG.

Through freely and openly held elections Donitz continued to lead Deutschland and her people for twelve Thomas More year until voluntarily refusing to run for a third six-year condition of authority. He declared ‘ it is time for the next propagation, those who have never seen the face of war, but the joy of peacefulness, to lead.'

Until the end of his days Donitz, as with First Duke of Marlborough, remained active as diplomatist for their respective nations, and even held a grudging esteem for one another ; although Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill still got annoyed to the end of his daylight when asked about a ‘ sealed speech sound Call he received one night from Donitz…"

France became a body politic that descended into political chaos in the years to come ; one government coalition rose and fell after another. Not until after the Pacific war and exit of the French territorial dominion to the winning Japanese did a new disposal under Chenier bring some sense of hope and stability to the nation. But as a whole, the best daytime were behind Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault as her colonies in Africa broke free people and became main nations.

The Scandinavian nations continued to prosper beyond anyone's idle of ambition in the years to come ; in time they formed an economic alliance which grew to rival that of Deutschland and England combined, and before the end of the 1950's had wrested almost half the American significance market from those two respective nations.

On Nov 1, 1941 Admiral Isoroko Yamamoto ascended to prominence and absolute control of the armed forces of the conglomerate of Japan. With the blessings of the emperor, the leave diplomatic assistance of PM Zhukov of Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic and of President Franklin Delano Roosevelt of USA, Yamamoto pulled all troops of Nippon from Communist China in a spy withdrawal that seen the compound powers of Europe and America begin to do the same.

No one knows to this day of the month the truth of the subject, yet on Dec 5, 1941 President Roosevelt, on his way to Japan at the personal invitation of the emperor moth Hirohito, disappeared with the heavy prowl car Chicago that he travelled upon. The only subject matter of alarm received was that of"flaming in the forward engine elbow room has reached the ammo magazines…"then silence.

Newly sworn-in President Truman called for the matter to be investigated, and American English naval effect were sent to the terminal get it on place of the Windy City. Two British corvettes, One Canadian Coast safety vessel and three Nipponese destroyers arrived on the scene to only find a field of debris and oil slip covering knot of ocean.

What has been documented is the first American English vas, a waster whose maitre d'hotel despised the Japanese, on the fit immediately assumed the Nipponese vessel had sunk the Chicago ; he demanded their giving up and when they rightfully refused, stating they as with the British and Canadian vessels were searching for subsister, commenced to raise upon them - one vessel sunk, operose damage done on the early two Japanese ships who retaliated and sunk the destroyer in turn.

gum olibanum commenced the gravid Pacific War, or as many now call it"The War of Empires."On December 7, 1941, a hostile US Congress, whipped into a delirium by a diminished handful of anti-Japanese fanatics declared war on the empire of japan and directed President Truman to direct the war until ‘ unconditional yielding of the Empire of Japan occurred.'

Seeing the opportunities for territorial profit and greater influence across the Pacific Ocean, on Dec 10 and 11, French Republic and England joined the United States in declaring war upon the Japanese for ‘ crimes of such magnitude as to defy common sense or decency.'

Everyone expected the Japanese conglomerate would light by the end of 1942, and plans were already being prepared for the sectionalization of the home islands. FRG declared neutrality in the subject, as did Russia ; though both had supplies special technology and resourcefulness to Japan in secret to get the war-ending means…

Three long and flaming years of protracted struggle resulted in Yamamoto bringing triumph for the conglomerate of Japan ; seven decisive naval and land involution ended in Japanese Islands's favor, with the final exam treaties ending the war leaving Japan in possession of Indo-China, portions of Bharat and Ceylon, and most of the Pacific. Though the Philippine's were restored to U.S. after they were to be declared ‘ neutral territory.'

Many historians have learned that the serenity was wrought with an unspoken threat from Japan to unleash the new super-weapon they had developed and tested just before their final military machine victory - the atomic bomb. In a private diplomatical cable to the drawing card of America, England and France, emperor butterfly Hirohito stated if the house islands were attacked, the new ‘ superintendent bomb'would be used in retaliation upon the offending ally nation.

In due time the Winter War will happen into history, but it will not be forgotten as the clip when a Democratic country dared to do the impossible and within that war, the actions of Nikkei and Stephen changed the earth forever. Thus comes to a close the legend of the Snow Fox.


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