23 August, 1939 ( headline )

In a motility that has shocked the political world at prominent ; the regime of Germany and the Union of Soviet Socialist democracy have concluded and signed a treaty of mutual non-aggression. The relinquish affirmation of many human race leaders has ranged across the spectrum, from unity of rejoicing that the prospects of another swell war in European Union has been avoided, to others who unofficially are seeking to a greater extent entropy or are involved in a serial of ‘ vivid discussions'with allied governments.


1 September, 1939 ( Headlines )

dame and gentlemen today it is my sad tariff to announce that war has returned to the continent of EU as on this day the gird forces of Deutschland have invaded western Republic of Poland. Heavy fighting is reported by all sides, with Deutschland announcing ‘ deep, massive and sweep up insight'by its armed effect. Allegedly the Polish army is already collapsing ; surrendering in ever growing numbers game and the governance has fled the nation for asylum in Romania. Unofficial accounts from radio operator in Poland speak of continued immunity that is ‘ stout, strong and determined'in the aspect of the unprovoked aggressiveness of Germany.

Many world leaders have strongly denounced this aggression on the character of the government of Germany, with France, Britain and the United States of USA demanding that the regular army of Germany cease all aggression at once. This is to be followed by drug withdrawal to the original border, while an international intermediation via the conference of country occurs to fall the subject of hostilities between the respective governments.

No comment has been relayed from the German government.


3 September, 1939 ( headline )

On this day the crisis in Europe has grown exponentially, with the governments of French Republic and Britain officially declaring war upon the politics of Germany for the intrusion of Polska. Contacts within the various armed services and government section tell that armed interference in Poland, and the direct territorial invasion of Germany ‘ shall hap within a hand count of days, or at most, before the next two weeks are over.'

The fighting continues on, with the government of Germany reporting more and more dominion gained with each passing time of day, while Polish sources report the main poke of the German Blitzkrieg has been blunted, but that the nations fatal accident have been high. The announcement of the declaration of war by Anatole France and United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland has brought renewed hope for the beleaguered Carry Amelia Moore Nation.


17 September, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

In a motion of blatant opportunism and aggressiveness the ground forces of the unification of Soviet Socialist democracy have invaded eastern Poland. The representatives of the USSR declared that the move is to ensure that law and orderliness and stability are maintained in the face of the complete collapse of the shine government. Within hours the move had been condemned by well-nigh members of the conference of Nations…


5 Oct, 1939 ( Headlines )

Poland has officially ceased to exist according to the governments of Germany and the USSR. The low commonwealth of Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia have been annexed by the USSR after being coerced into signing one sided ‘ mutual defense pacts'with the key communist governing of Russia….

Unconfirmed reports mention that official from Finland have been invited to Moscow for ‘ treatment of a most specific nature concerning the mutual defense of both countries.'One previous high-ranking armed services officeholder explained that usually means ‘ Moscow makes the menace and Republic of Finland will score concessions, or there shall be war in the end…'


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deep in the halls of STAVKA, Supreme headquarters for the armed forces of the Soviet Union, the assembled leaders stand at attention as the lone man walked calmly in the doorway and silently proceeded to the head of the long, map-covered table.

His every step echoed like thunder across the room, and heightened the thick tension that was further magnified by his halo of business leader, authorisation, cruelty and determination. He reveled in the fear that radiated from all of those demonstrate, for all knew with a simple gesture, a nod, or one spoken Logos, he could take in or break any or all of their life history, send them to the gulag for sprightliness, or have them summarily executed.

Taking his seat he motioned for all to sit and began to explain the matters at hand."Comrades, the conquest of Republic of Poland and the appropriation of Latvia, Lietuva and Republic of Estonia are nearing completion. The antediluvian territory of our great Rodinia are nearly complete, with one vexing exception. Despite our most generous offering to them, the lackey of the Imperialist West, especially those of Britain, who ‘ govern'in Finland, have slapped aside the script of communist generosity."

"Comrade, as of now I am instructing all of you to enact the plans we have prepared for such an contingence,"the man stated, hammering away on the table with his fist as his centre, coldness and Asa Gray, blazed with fury and fury at the government activity who has defied him since he was forced to sign the 1921 accord of Tartu forced upon the peaceful people of the Soviet Union by the decrepit and Imperialist-led League of Nations.

"Comrades, explain to me again every particular of the plans as they exist at this clock time, do not allow out one item,"he declared as he motioned for the NKVD guards, extremity of the fear commonwealth Security apparatus, to watch for the first steer of defeatism, hesitation or anything that may be construed as treason. For those so distrust the results would be publically declared ‘ a muted and well make retirement'…

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

For that lone man, prime minister Joseph Stalin, he wanted it no other way. He and he alone ruled in the USSR, and he held the portion of all in his hired hand alone.

For nearly xx eld he had fumed over the abasement Finland and her Imperialist backers had inflicted upon him in 1921. So now he will have his revenge and have the proper country of the Old Russian Tsar's restored to the motherland, under proper communist guidance of course.

He listened as the details were explained over several hour, with only one diminished addition proposed to ascertain there will be no doubt as to ‘ Finnish aggression'being the cause of the coming encroachment."Make it so,"said Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili.


31 October, 1939 ( Headlines )

Today before the assembly of the Supreme Soviet, Foreign rector Molotov, for the commencement time in public announced the terms ‘ requested'of the government of Finland to ‘ see the defence reaction of the peaceable citizenry of the conjugation of Soviet Socialist Republics.'

The ‘ requests,'a cultured terminus for what most people in the democratic body politic of the humanity will call ‘ demands at the point of a gun'were for land to be leased for XXX years, or transferred directly into the hands of the Russia while the regime of Suomi would receive in return land that is bleak and worthless. German language Chancellor Adolph Der Fuhrer has called upon the people of Suomi and their leaders to take the terms peacefully while time remains for them to do so…

Needless to say, the content of ‘ while fourth dimension remains for them to do so…'has dramatically increased tensions in a continent already at war between the friend and the axis force.


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Stephen half-listened to the news coming from the daily radio broadcast that detailed the stream body-build up of tension between Finland and Russia. Day by day the talks had been summarized in the distinctive way of Stalin and his cohorts…

"Agree to our footing with no compromise or face the fist of blade from our armies."That is the content they have sent before, when Finland finally won its independence at the end of the Great War.

Memories of that fierce time played across his judgment as he examined the masterly-crafted rifle that he held ; its staring design and balance, custom-made as a natal day present to one special to him, will make her one of the greatest of hunters ever to stalk game in the woods. The new scope mounted to it was commissioned by a Friend of his, whose excogitation were a generation or more ahead of their time.

Stephen twirled and tossed the rifle ; rapidly worked the bolt-action to gain the final look of how bland it will play when time was of the essence - as he learned recently with a bear that almost had him for dinner. No flaw could be found, no mar, no mistake in his greatest initiation of all the firearms he has handcrafted in his life as an armorer, soldier, Hunter and…dealer in commodity and stuff best left field unexplained and preferably never found by agents of the law.

He and his friends 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 stunt man checked the harness for any flaw. 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 November. I will be there and show her how to hound with her new rifle ; she will hunt as never before until all know her name."

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


24 November, 1939 ( Headlines )

Tensions continue to build between the government of Finland and the Russia as two counter marriage proposal were made to obtain an respectable solution to the requirement of Moscow. Both proposals were summarily rejected as being completely unacceptable on the premise they would leave the USSR completely vulnerable in the neighborhood of St. Petersburg.

All diplomatic ties between Finland and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics have been severed by the departure of the Finnish party after being ordered home to capital of Finland for ‘ consultations.'


26 November, 1939 ( Headlines )

Unconfirmed composition coming from the party news program services of the USSR have declared a ‘ surprisal and dastardly onslaught on Russian territory has occurred by units of the Fascist regime of Finland upon teaching by their original, the Imperialist Industrialists of the West.'

Foreign minister Molotov has condemned this ‘ massacre of Russian young and devastation of much Russian history in the border village of Mainila…

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"My fellow comrades,"declared the legendary ‘ man of steel,'Premier Stalin to the Soviet High program line who stood at attention before the table where he sat."Negotiations have fallen through with the fascist authorities of Suomi, and now we have this wanton rape upon our country of origin. As per plan already prepared for such an occurrence, the fiat are henceforth given to you and your troops…just before dawn on 30 November the great Army of the conglutination of Soviet Socialist commonwealth shall encroach upon Republic of Finland and liberate her persecute mess who cry for exemption under a proper communist government."

His anger flared hot in his eyes and iron-cold in his words as he slammed his bridge player on the hard table,"I will be very absolved in this subject. bankruptcy will not be tolerated ; the fragile sign of incompetency, fearful action and perfidy against the party or the province will mean summary execution by the NKVD. All orders and plan made will be approved by them before any are carried out. Remember, they answer to me alone…"

acerate leaf to say everyone got the message.

Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili grinned and reveled in the absolute fear the men around him displayed. HE was in ascendence, the master of all in Soviet 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 dark spot on his tearing repute. Everyone stage knew that the discussion he spoke of failed negotiations were mere window fertilisation, for the might of four Russian United States Army Corps was in home at key crossing gunpoint along the Finland - Russian border.

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



30 Nov 1939 rear-area of Russian one-ninth army Corp

Major-General Yuri Bogdan watched the delimitation realm from the wooded ridgepole just shy of the Finnish-Russian border. The little hamlet, little Thomas More than a crossroads not even worthy of a mark on any functionary map, showed at the terminal point of his binoculars, just one to a greater extent minor obstacle for the wondrous liberation of Finland that will be erased in a few More minutes.

He turned to the regimental commandant who surrounded him, each standing tall and proud, as he gave them his final education in the great movement that is to commence. Each order was repeated back in precise detail to him and to the sectionalization's chief commissar, Major-General Vitaly of the NKVD ( country surety ). All of the military officer knew that one trip, one unsuccessful person, one infraction, or the coming into court of any of the said, can become grounds for summary execution by the NKVD.

Anyone doubting that only had to glance at the freshly turned earth that marked xxx Graves of comrade ship's officer who were shot an minute ago for ‘ inappropriate lack of fighting liveliness for the cause of the state.'

"familiar,"Major-General Bogdan spoke to the gathered policeman,"our segmentation has been granted the award of spearheading the drive in the liberation of our communist brother from the fascists who currently rule Finland. As you know, LE than 72 hour ago, our self-governing soil was violated in a margin clangour designed to raise the human beings's understanding for the bandit leadership of Finland and thus turn them against our honorable leader Comrade Stalin."

He watched Major-General Vitaly casually stroll back and Forth River around the officers, as one would have a bun in the oven of a rancher or farmer inspecting his prized collection of kine and wind before sending them to market. He went on with his address,"Comrades, each of us will execute our parts to perfection, and we will defend radio secretiveness as per Army central office order of magnitude until apprize otherwise. Use the motorbike courier you have well and with due diligence, no chance to crush the enemy must be wasted."

He hammered his clenched clenched fist into his gloved hand,"pep pill, shock and unrelenting pressure, this is how we shall break this section of the front business line wide-cut candid and advance ever onward. All prisoners taken are to be sent to our comrade of State Security unless directed, as per orders signed by Premier Comrade Stalin, otherwise by each regiments commissar or by orders of Major-General Commissar Vitaly."

He pointed to the recently filled Stephanie Graf to one side of the garner officers,"Understand, there is to be no retreat or fall,"his voice deepened as his cult mounted,"those who do so are shamed of treason and shall be dealt with swiftly as these traitors to the res publica have been cover with."

"Now return to your regiments and get ready to crossbreed the border as per plans,"he watched the officers salute and flee for their staff fomite like a panicked gathering of rabbits in the sight of a band of hawks on the hunt.

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Sir Leslie Stephen had just crested the lowly Hill crest when he heard the first-class honours degree thundering of artillery unleashed from across the border. He watched in horror as blast after crushing blast of cannon casing and rockets landed around the hamlet of summer Mist, where his granddaughter Nikkei's birthday company is taking place, a day of joy and felicity as his homeland neared war that no one wanted to throw happen.

Sadly, as the clouds of roll of tobacco and churned earth merged with the rallying cry and wow of his family and acquaintance, he knew the war no one wanted had begun. He shouldered the cloth-wrapped present tense he had spent so many months crafting for Nikkei's natal day, and felt the snag flow down his cheeks as he watched his man taken from him for the s fourth dimension in his life by warfare.


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Her public spun in a haze of annoyance and dizziness as she struggled to open her eyes. The conciliate crackling of a firing flooded her ears and the mixture of cooking meat, burning wood and other scent assaulted her sense of smell with overwhelming military force. She struggled to climb up, slowly lifting herself onto her articulatio cubiti and then falling back to the earth still enshrouded by the thick mantle mortal had put over her while she was unconscious.

A name leaned down next to her and handed her a cup of dusty water that she guzzled down, all but choking upon its chilled blood into her adust lip and throat.

"Easy Nikkei, easy there take your metre,"Stephen said as he helped her sit up. He checked the gravid bruise she had on her forehead and chuckled as she swatted at him when he touched one sore topographic point after another."You will be very well Nikkei ; at the to the lowest degree I still have my granddaughter with me."

"grandad what happened,"Nikkei asked, not comprehending his cobbler's last words he had said to her,"Where are all the others, ma and pappa and my brothers…"She stopped upon seeing the expression that showed upon his face, understanding at last what had happened to everyone else.

"No grandfather, no not that, please not that,"she said, collapsing into his implements of war as he drew her ending. She broke down completely, the sobs coming firmly and fast for the loss of her stallion family."Why granddaddy, why did this have to bechance ?"

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

Actually he did know, having followed the intense negotiations between the Finnish-Soviet governments. Each day the Soviet Union had become more and more demanding in the conceding it sought, making it enlighten with none-too-subtle menace and gestures that war would be the issue economize for complete and flat surrender of all territorial demands made…a concatenation of demands that Sir Leslie Stephen knew could not be accepted by Finland.

Yet he, like nearly in the hamlet, had hoped for commons sense and peace to come about. So it was that Nikkei's eighteenth birthday offered a time to observe and for the community to bury about the outside world for a suddenly time…then the bombardment arrived, slaughtering nearly everyone and destroying every edifice in the area.

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

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

He looked into her pain-filled eyes, glad for something to disquiet her even for a forgetful time from the crushing departure of all that she had known."This is my birthday gift for you Nikkei, just as I promised to make finally class, one all of your own."

Nikkei watched as Stephen untied the packet and removed a rifle scabbard from beneath the canvass. He turned and presented it to her as if she were a queen of some leave land worthy of a rare and precious endowment from her people.


She took the rifle scabbard in her hands and laid it across her lap, stroking the soft leather covered in white fur. The rifles farm animal, made of finely lacquered Wood carved in detail image of her hunt in the deep Sir Henry Wood spoke of Stephen's skill as a master gun maker and armorer.

Gently Nikkei pulled it detached of the scabbard and examined it for some fourth dimension, feeling the precise balance and form that already felt a natural extension of her. The telescopic great deal glistened in the soft firelight, and she spotted the signature of an old supporter of her grandfathers, a man who made masterwork eye superior to even the finest made in Germany.

Two wonderful treasures for her natal day ; such a booty of riches she felt unworthy of possessing let alone being able to carry in her hands.

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

"You saved me from that bear close year Nikkei,"he said with a grinning. He had made one mistake on the William Holman Hunt he had taken her on, one moment of carelessness in which the bear reared up and threatened his life. Nikkei proved the quicker though, as she placed three slugs into the bears inwardness and head and thus mortally wounded the fauna. It still fought on for some clock time before it succumbed, but in return for saving him, Stephen promised Nikkei he would craft a rifle worthy of her phenomenal skills.

"I wish mama and pop could have seen this, along with everyone else…'she began to sob again as the truth slammed home hard in her spunk. Her family is gone forever, as are her friend, all save for Stephen. Something deeply in her psyche snapped, flooding her with a fiery resolve that consumed her in an blink of an eye. The beasts who had done this to them will be made to pay, and in blood.

"grandad, where are the goliath who did this, where are they ?"she demanded, her vocalisation filled with anger and rage none could make dreamed existed. None save for Stephen who had long recognized the same traits in her that he had, and understood nothing will hold her back from having her revenge on the Russians, no affair if in the end it cost her own life.

He shook his question, recalling the time back in the struggle of 1918 when Finland won its independence from the tzar's of Russian Federation, and the multiplication of trouble which followed. He had been a colonel then, and for a time he fought as a partisan behind the note, becoming such a scourge on his opposition that they called him ‘ spook Bear.'

"And so chronicle will replicate itself…"he whispered. That drew a queer feel from Nikkei who still waited for his answer.

"Nikkei we are going to get you to base hit and then I and some friends will begin to defend these monsters, I will not lose…oh why I even bother…'He snorted and rolled his eye to the celestial sphere as she struggled to stand up and storm out of the lowly 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 collapse to the floor, still woozy from the blow to her straits."Fine then, I have a few thing to get ready for our hunt, we will be partisans then here in our area of the woods and hill ; one thing 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 blanket."We do it your way, just so long as I get to kill Russians…"her watchword became unintelligible as she drifted off into slumber.


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As Nikkei slumbered away the day, Stephen headed off into the Sir Henry Wood, making striking with some old booster who dealt in matters best left unmentioned in the mien of the agency. They had prepared for the chance of war coming, establishing caches of sleeve and other gear around the area for a lot of partisans to use if they needed it…and now they will, for once again ‘ specter Bear'will enrol into war and draw his enemies pay for their crimes in blood.

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

As the destination came into great deal, little more than than a cluster of stone and shrub covering a small cavern in their depths he reached into his coat and rested his hand upon the hilt of his hunting knife. The timid odor of cigar tobacco filtered through the air, coming closer with each passing second, soon to be joined with the soft crunch - crunching of several pair 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-scale lump of rock 'n' roll at the pedestal of a mightily northern pine as the multitude who followed him closed in, stone's throw by step, and into striking distance of his ambush…

Lightning fast he slammed his cubitus into the gut of the man who had snuck up behind him, following up with a fist to his opposition throat, as he grabbed the man by his coat and dragged him to the terra firma. Stephen pulled out his tongue to deliver the death blow and suddenly stopped as the man beneath him gently chuckled.

Captain Robinson of the Finnish US Army grinned and looked at Stephen,"You have not lost any of the accomplishment you taught all of us those twelvemonth ago Colonel Stephen. Now if you don't mind, let me up and I will signalise my men not to try and flash you…"

"Like they really could get that close,"Sir Leslie Stephen snorted,"I heard them from a half kilometer off. You learned the lessons well, but apparently your own educatee 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 Robinson,"we're here to reconnoitre and harass the advancing Soviet Army as it heads up the road. mortal has to stick behind and become partisans, though from the grin on your face I assume you already receive begun that chore ?"

"In a manner of speaking,"Stephen filled in his old scholar and ally in on his plans."Right now I am off to contact others in the orbit who will watch and strike as they can. Even in our independent ways, we can work together and make the Russians biography a keep hell."

Jackie Robinson nodded as he caught the insidious usage of ‘ we'in his live sentence, telling of another who will hunt the Russians with Stephen.

"bazaar enough Stephen,"Jack Roosevelt Robinson said as his men advanced, shocked to see their leader talking to an old man who appeared to come out of nowhere. He looked at Stephen and asked of his old acquaintance,"So then, what gens will our mysterious hunter be called ?"

Stephen grinned, knowing then and there Sugar Ray Robinson will go along with anything he asked or needed done,"The Snow Fox, for we will demonstrate the true craftiness us louver have when on our home priming. Now I have to get a few other things done and ‘ acquired'then the hunt will begin."

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


3 Dec 1939 near front stock of Russian 163rd foot Division


major Joseph stood by the panoplied staff car with his sub-machine gun clenched tight in his grasp. His victor in the NKVD ( land surety ) had made his instructions painfully clear ; keep a conclude eye on the activities of Major-General Bogdan as he served as his device driver, courier and personal bodyguard out in the field. Failure in any way will ensue in summary execution.

Over a dozen more soldiers, young lieutenants and master, stood around or waited in their own stave cars for instructions from the general. Almost all of them gazed from time to clip to the advancing line of merchandise of trucks, tanks and tank-riding infantry that snaked its way along the individual road ever deeper into Republic of Finland. The distant ground-shaking roar of the artillery no longer registered with them, having become little more than background noise in the fourth day of their lightning fast ( variety of ) pace of the attack.

Major-General Bogdan stood senior high school upon the strong-armer of his car as he scanned the sensible horizon with his o.k. binoculars, a talent from his granddad many long years past. His foiling mounted by the minute at the stubbornness of the Finnish defenders who have defied his ability to smash through them for the conclusion three days. Three days and his division were barely twenty dollar bill miles across the delimitation.

"speed, velocity and ever Sir Thomas More focal ratio. That is how we win this war, speed, cushion and uncompromising aggression against any who stand against us,"he muttered to himself."Captain Craigson, ensure that all regimental and lower commanders understand the orders. grim insistency, there will be no more withdrawing or moving other than at the foeman ahead. Any failures and I will personally shoot the ship's officer myself if need be."

The captain repeated back his instructions, saluted and retreated to his staff car, which tore off down the road with due haste to secure the subject matter was received and duly carried out.

Major-General Bogdan growled as he watched his division slowly crawl down the route."The Finnish lackey's of the Imperialist West and Capitalists will learn what it means to refuse the Soviet brotherhood. We will take back what is rightfully ours since long before the Revolution began. They wanted war, so now they shall have it and we will reconstruct their lodge into a true Communist state as it should be."

His mood suddenly brightened at the heap of a of a stamp battery of truck-mounted rocket launcher and two batteries of artillery moved off the route and began to set up for firing at fair game located by his sentry. So much firepower being prepared meant that at least a battalion or two of enemy soldiers had gathered to stimulate a desperate last sales booth against his armor and infantry tearing ever cryptical into their homeland.

The audio of a motorbike informed him that a courier had arrived, and he nodded in satisfaction as the man stopped his wheel, handed his billet to maitre d' Dima who double-timed it to the general. When he read the note, Major-General Bogdan felt his ancestry furuncle as he shouted, raged and cursed while directing another motorbike mounted messenger to affect forward and tell his divisional military headquarters to campaign his three leading regiments forward with all fastness or face murder at his own hands.

He cursed the orders of ‘ absolute wireless silence'that came from his superscript at army HQ's fifty or more mil behind his division."Damn them for their defiance to the needs of the motherland !"he shouted while shaking his fist in the way of the Suomi defenders.

Nearby another senior police officer smiled at the inviolable craze of Major-General Bogdan. Of course when this officer smiled, all the attendant officers of the general cringed, instantly coming to attention and saluting, if only to relieve 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 disposition problem,"Stephen said as he eased the binoculars down from his eyes. Clad in solid-white wintertime clothing his eyes shifted across the purview and then across the Edwin Herbert Land before him. Even the slightest movement drew his attending as he quickly dismissed it as the wind, an animal or a Russian Soldier moving around on some missionary work or another.

He watched a endorsement officer, probably the NKVD counterpart of the officer who stood atop his auto strong-armer, perambulation with arrant hauteur and insolence becoming of a Commissar of senior high rank over to the vehicle and climbing upon the hood as well. The remaining officer stood at a respectable distance, all save for the officer's driver who looked and moved like a lowly terrier determined to protect its original from a pack of ravenous wolves.


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"Yes Comrade they do experience it coming for their defiance to the needs of the motherland,"said Major full general Vitaly, Political political commissar for the air division of Major-General Bogdan."It appears you are ahead of schedule by a bit, despite word advent of some electric resistance run into by your lead elements."

"Comrade political commissar it is good to see you up and about."Major-General Bogdan said as he gave his associate the best salute he could manage."We are pushing hard for our days objective and I have ordered the men to promote all the harder. There is some reported underground, yet we shall fight harder than before and shatter them completely. In short order any prisoner will be in your hands, as they should be, and we shall be one step closer to flying the flag of International Communism high over this demesne of defiant banditti."


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To Stephens left hand, slightly higher up upon the craggy heap of Harlan Fisk Stone and shrubs among the great pine tree forest a pair of bluish eyes stared at the officers through the scope of her rifle. She slowly brought her hand up to the cathode-ray oscilloscope and made some minute adjustments, allowing her to deal with the range, wind and other variables to place her snapshot right on target when the moment arrived.

Both officers on the cable car hood turned to watching the skyline through their binoculars.

She drew the crosshairs level with the newly arrived officeholder's skull, and braced the rifles stock against her shoulder while resting her fingerbreadth on the trigger.

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

One concluding 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 sound artillery sounded off, the loud holla of the mortar merging with the screaming cry of Katyusha projectile tearing off from their truck-mounted catapult. He shook his fist in delight, imagining the butchery beginning to fall on the hapless Suomi United States Army regulars'just kilometers ahead when he felt something wet splatter across the side of his headspring, left arm and chest.


He turned in time to see the body of Major-General Vitaly collapse to the flat coat with all of the Grace of a butcher boar. The spate of the gaping wound left from the hummer his head had intercepted caused Bogdan to freeze down, ineffective to move, speak, or even think. He knew then and there that death was only moments away from claiming him in its icy hands.

Major Chief Joseph leapt upon the cars hoodlum and tackled Major-General Bogdan. The bullet meant for the general took the man in the back, severed his sticker and ruptured his heart, drained before he and the cosmopolitan plummeted to the reason, sheltered by the armor car from the snipers fire.

Pandemonium reigned in the generals unit as some of the men ran to help Major-General Bogdan and the fallen Commissar and Major Joseph. The rest dove for the nearest cover they could see and returned fire with pistol, rifle or sub-machinegun at suspected sniper locations as the force field artillery continued to thunder away and make it nearly unacceptable for one man to hear another even close up.

With mechanically skillful efficiency, one officer after another flopped to the ground, a single red wound found in their torn throats or skulls. In less than two moment, as the artillery fell still once again and their crews commenced prep to move on down the route, XIII men lay dead on earth, while the survivor huddled in the protective phantasma of covert, not daring to actuate or even breath.

Even the normally unflappable Major-General Bogdan looked about, stunned and overwhelmed at the sheer slaughter wrecked by some alien foe in such a short distich of time. It was over a half-hour before he regained his composure and shouted out orders to move the unit to his division home base and even longsighted to notify Army military headquarters of the loss 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 finale of many ‘ talent'he had set out earlier to further penalise the Russians when they came to investigate the area. As he considered the massacre to hail from his ‘ endowment,'Stephen and Nikkei donned their skis and disappeared into the woods little more than twin ghosts headed to one of many temporary shelters they will come to use in the hebdomad and calendar month ahead.


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The sight of the snaking trail of tank car, trucks, artillery and infantry which pushed ever deeper into his mother country sickened sea captain Robinson. He wondered how much of a hazard his state honestly had to stop this unyielding heap of metal and men bent upon the complete conquering of Finland.

One of his men tapped him on his shoulder and pointed down to the wayside where a power of infantry began to gather under the enrage orders of officers watched by stern-eyed NKVD Commissars. Some of the officers, led by a commissar John Roy Major, examined one region of ground and the physical structure left behind after some kind of ambush had occurred.

A ready tally of the infantry told him that he and his men faced a built company of Russian soldiers, who began to spread out. Some marched unto a small crag of Edward Durell Stone and shrubs while the remainder headed towards Walker Smith and his men at a brisk pass. He could see that the members of this second banding were hesitant and on edge, though their veneration of the commissars outweighed any danger from the woodland ahead of them.


Captain Robinson and his handful of men dropped down under cover charge as a small plosion erupted from that rocky crag, felling over a XII Russian soldiers. Chaos erupted as a secondment blast erupted, unleashing a wafture of metal bit, nails, and other projectiles that wounded a account and five of men. The surviving infantry began to dismiss at random into the woods with rifles and sub-machineguns as fast as they could while yelling at the top of their lungs.

They charged at the woods border, only to throw their ragged organisation shattered by a chain of clap triggered by hidden tripwires. Pillars of hummer and tossed soil rose as men fell to the flat coat seeking cover, utter or dying.

"Now men, now, take them down while we can !"chieftain Robert Robinson shouted to his men as the perfect sentence for a improvise ambuscade had arrived. Rifles merged with the tap-tapping of four light machine hired gun which scythed across the Russian infantry, felling them one after another after another.

In LE than a minute the battle was over and his men swarmed among the dead Russians to gather rifles, ammo and anything of Charles Frederick Worth in the way of war machine word they could retrieve. Two hour after they began, he and his men disappeared back into the woods, where two minute and seven kilometers away the police captain examined a set of society to the NKVD Commissar John R. Major to ‘ breakthrough and liquidate the bandit who slew Major-General Vitaly and 14 early officers.'

"Fifteen officeholder and they left behind a mountain chain of booby traps for their pursuers ?"sergeant Jermaine, the aide of Captain Robinson, whistled softly and shook his head in unbelief."Who could possibly have done that ?"

"I'll tell you who did this,"Captain Jackie Robinson said with a look of amazement on his face,"It was the body of work of the Snow Fox. I need a offset to get the entropy we have back to our side of the lines, and get it there on the double."

sea captain Esme Stuart Lennox 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 over and hit the invading Russians whenever and wherever they can to make lifetime as miserable for them as possible.


7-8 December, 1939 Sweden - unnamed manor house

Swedish blossom Minister Hansson looked out the libraries window upon a Land covered in snow and for a moment dreamed that the mankind was still at peace. He sighed, knowing that such a dream is finished for many a class to get along since another expectant war has erupted.

Turning back to his two former guests he looked upon his old booster Ryti, prime quantity Minister of Finland and here on ‘ individual subject'for his nation."Will the terminus be acceptable in the end ?"he asked of Ryti.

Prime Minister Ryti looked at the third gentleman in the room, a man of pitiless aspiration and ill-concealed greed. No matter the absolute contempt he held for this man, Finland needed the weapons and supplies even more ; so he has dealt with the lesser of two evilness to save his home."It will be acceptable, as per the terms we have agreed upon."

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

With that the man, High German John Marshall Woodrow Charles Herman Goring departed for his flying home.



7-8 Dec, 1939 rear-area Russian ninth army Corp

In the old prospector's cabin, little more than a refurbish hutch, Nikkei watched as the sun cast its finale rays of Christ Within before departing below the horizon and allowing the night to comprehend the landed estate in its adhesive friction. She put the blanket back into spot, to keep even the thin firelight from escaping into the outside world. She looked to the cabin threshold and wondered when Stephen would be back from ‘ meeting with some friends nearby.'

She returned to cleaning her rifle with great guardianship, determined to ensure that the weapon of her revenge was kept in stark consideration for the side by side ambush set by Stephen and her. Step by step as she had been taught so long ago she cleaned and oiled each contribution in turn, ensuring that not one speck of dirt, guts, or anything could jam or secure it up at the bit when she would necessitate it most.

The small radio Sir Leslie Stephen had somehow gotten his hand upon whispered news of the outside earth between the static-filled battle cry of the break of the day borealis dancing overhead. What news came from official reference among the Northern and European stations painted a bleak future for her homeland, as four monumental army groups have crossed the borders from north to south, seeking to appropriate the entire nation.

To the south, on the Karelian band the Russians have pushed the Finnish army back to the Mannerheim line. A massive artillery barrage, nearly two days in length if the reports are to be believed, preceded a massed infantry ravishment in the realm of Taipale supported with regimental intensity level artillery, rocket-fire, aerial bombing and loudspeakers used to distribute calls for surrender of the Finnish regular army until they were shot apart by Finnish snipers.

Nikkei listened and smiled, pleased to hear the newsworthiness of the Finnish army had dug in mysterious, with well sighted gun and weapons, and then ripped apart the Russians assault. fatal accident from the massacre were estimated at 5000 dead Russians and twice that injured, along with 500 prisoner. Curiously she heard about the crushing defeat made against the Russian armor, some eighty armoured combat vehicle destroyed or handicapped and captured.

She and Sir Leslie Stephen had seen a few such tanks moving along the lone road that linked Russia and their USA that advanced slowly into Suomi. Stephen seemed genuinely afraid of the alloy beasts, though she respected what they could do, the sight of the gasoline-filled fuel metal drum mounted on the back pack of cards of them gave her an melodic theme of how to halt one…literally it would go up in flames…

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

Nikkei looked at the low triple of bottle tied to her multitude, each one prepared to deliver another lethal surprise on any armored beast or fomite when assailed during an surprise attack. Stephen had been rather in question about the idea when she suggested it, but on the narrow petty roads in the thick woodland, five burned out motortruck and a armoured car testified to its simplistic and fell efficiency.

Once she had finished her care for the rifle she gently traced the newest marker burned into the wooden stemma. Each mark was that of a snow fox, barely 8mm in sizing, and representing a unmarried kill she had scored since she had become involved in the war for her homeland. Twenty-four petty George Fox, twenty-four kills, some of them the minibike messenger being used to air guild between Russian Headquarters.

The death courier had turned out to be the most lively one to date. She and Stephen had been crossing one of the secondary roadstead during a light 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 bending in the road. She had aimed and shot him down without a irregular wavering, and thus gained both of them a usable motorbike and the vital trade good in the couriers satchel case.


Long into the night Stephen had sat in this very cabin after dumping the motorbike, out of gas and appropriately booby-trapped for any curious Russians. The paperwork he looked through contained high-value military codification and communiqués, ordering of battle and supply status - it detailed the low level of proviso and ammo among the Russian army building block in this area.

Stephen had explained he needed to get this clobber to some ‘ Friend in high lieu'and would be back as soon as he could. She was given some peculiar education : if he is not back by the first ray of dawn the next day, or at the beginning sighting of a Russian, she is to flee at once and head for one of the six sights he described. Of course if meter permitted before she bolted, she was to ‘ activate'the small surprise contained in the cabin for the stupid Russians.

Her sleep that night was fitful and tormented by nightmare of strange things coming out of the mists she could not recall after being woken by a flight of steps of Soviet Air force bombers and fighter aircraft overhead. She took a superlative out the small window facing to the eastern United States and hoped against hope to see Stephen coming up the track in the rising sun…

Instead she gasped at the sight of four score Russian infantry advancing at a unfaltering pace towards the cabin.


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"Keep down and take in, no one make any dissonance that may bring them down upon us,"Stephen whispered to the men who accompanied him. When Hannu, Kalevi, Joni and their enthusiast 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 other meeting billet and will wait there for him.

beat 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 chance for them to miss, and the provision needed by the partisans will probably be found as well…


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Nikkei quickly tossed on her heavy pelage, slipped on her pack and rifle 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 Stephens little surprise for the fast approaching Russians.

Once the cord started to whoosh and burn, she dropped it to the ground and fled the cabin, cleared the pocket-sized ridge behind it and commenced a zig run for safety device. She used every characteristic of the terrain and afforest to gift her any top, anything to retain her from being seen by the advancing Russians. When she finally stopped and plopped down behind a clump of trees she silently cursed at having left her set of skis back in the cabin.

"At to the lowest degree I didn't forget my snowshoes,"she said. Nikkei looked back at the small ridge running behind the cabin and decided that she had to get her skis if possible, orders or no fiat from her gramps.

She moved as tacit as a ghost and with the free grace of a deer across the land. Her accomplishment in doing so had been perfected over recollective years of hunting and practice with Stephen, and on occasion when he travelled to take a crap a leverage or make a trade that was best left unexplained to anyone else, especially someone connected to the law of the land.


Just shy of the tip she stopped, eased her rifle from its scabbard and checked her pouch to secure the redundant magazine were set up if she needed them. m by meter she slowly and cautiously eased her way to the crown of the ridge, propped herself up on her elbow joint 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 Republic of Finland KP-31 sub-machinegun, and sent out a barrage of hex and insults so blasphemous the terra firma should suffer melted away. A bullet tore a lump out of the tree mere cm from his nerve as he exposed himself again, bringing up the Thomson and fired off poor volley into the still advancing mass of Russian infantry.

import before Hannu and Kalevi had nearly moved their men into emplacement to get down the Russians who encroached on the old cabin. Though risky, they have to impress at their foeman, the supply cached away beneath the cabins floorboards are needed by the local anaesthetic enthusiast power.

Stephen and Joni, along with a XII other partisan stayed back to secure their escape path if the engagement turned against them…only to be surprised by the sudden arrival of two Russian infantry companionship, roughly 300 men sum up. Instantly Stephen ordered his men to the back of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and to fire on the advancing forces.

Roughly forty or more Russians fell to the first base barrage of diminished weapon fire as two promiscuous machine guns scythed across them like a harvester in a wheat berry field. deal grenades added to the carnage being wrought as good time after flesh-rending blast shattered the trail Russians morale, sending them howling back down the trail…

Only to be systematically shot down by their Political political commissar who called them Sir Noel Pierce Coward and deserters.

Needless to say, the surviving solders suddenly became motivated to change state around and take their luck with the Finnish partizan.

Stephen reloaded his Republic of Finland three more times before his ammo was exhausted and he cursed as the Russians continued to advance at a very cautious pace. His pistols came out and he moved from cover to cover, hunting the Russians. The showtime one emerged into his sight and became the low prey 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 dead reckoning, one kill, the Same form delivered with calm precision. A cluster of Russian solders charged at him from the woods as he calmly reloaded his side arm, grinned and one after another, and thus reaped a harvest of death on his foes.

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

Meter by meter they had to yield primer, pushed back by the sheer weight of number that inevitably benefited the Russians. Their opposition kept on coming out of the Mrs. Henry Wood, an unending shower of angry foes determined to stomp out their tormenters, even as the dead mounted in raft upon fallen lot of shattered material body and bone.


He hoped Hannu and Kalevi had adequate horse sense to scrub the ambush and get their men to safety. As even more Russians advanced up the footpath to reenforce the tattered building block fighting the partisans, Stephen knew in his core that he will not be leaving this competitiveness alive…

He prayed for Nikkei, that she has fled and gotten to safety, and that his sins of being a smuggler of coat of arms and other semi-illegal goods 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 3 of policeman ran around and shouted orders at their men to travel rapidly off to join the battle down the trail. None of the soldiers seemed willing to head up that way, having come to respect and fear the skill of their implacable foe ; not even with the sheer weight of numbers on their side could the officers make them choose the first step back down the trail.

One officer, a commissar if she understood his social station 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 comrade in the heating system of battle.

Having decided enough is plenty she raised her rifle, braced the farm animal against her shoulder and aimed at the gabby political commissar. The comeback of her rifle was smothered by the vivid gunfire from the Ellen Price Wood, but she saw the commissar plummet to the terra firma, his skull having stopped the bullet.

The other commissars looked at their fallen comrade with wide-eyed expressions of fear and shock in equal measure. Within five seconds both of them joined their familiar on the priming, dead before they hit the earth.

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

Some fled into the woods, determined to take their chances with the remaining commissars than face the pernicious sniper now picking them off one by one. Shortly after the last entered the wood, a furious cascade of gunfire cut them down as someone unknown to Nikkei had arrived…

Thirty Russians sought shelter behind or within the cabin, one of them tossed Nikkei's shattered skis out the doorway with a string of whammy. They began to evoke away with precise shots from rifle, pistol or their own sub-machineguns at the enemies in the woods.

Nikkei pulled a magazine from her pouch, freed the empty-bellied 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 inaugural victim….

Of course that happened to be the trice Stephen ‘ gift'to the Russians went off, several pin of dynamite secured to over 30 jerry-cans filled with petrol concealed under and around the cabin. The flak reaped a massive harvest of death, and left Nikkei not one living Russian to shoot.

eventide Nikkei, partly shielded by the tip of the ridgepole, was flung away and she cursed as she and all of her train rolled downhill until a severe Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree assisted in stopping her. Clutching her contuse 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 partisan down the trail fighting to guard the Russians at the boundary of the Natalie Wood, and knew if they were forced fully into the clearing behind them they would go down to the net man. The clattering of gunshot to her rectify indicated more partisans were even now engaged in a second death struggle against some other band of Russian troops.

For them she could do null, but for the offset group, and the man she cared for that fought like a monster for his men…she can help out in her own way…

She knelt down and braced her rifle, aimed…and commenced the second round of dealing death 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 riposte from the detonated ‘ talent'in the cabin carried out to the horizon. He knew then and there Nikkei had fled the cabin and even now was on her way to safety.

He dropped to one genu, partially concealed by a bombastic rock and roll, and commenced to raise both pistols at the howl Russians that charged out of the woods. His military group of drumbeater was down to him and four others, and surrounded by their opposition whom they knew would demo no mercy…the sudden gunfire deeper in the Wood indicated that Hannu and Kalevi had engaged a magnanimous Russian party with their men, and told him they confronted a reinforced battalion or a replete regiment of infantry.

Click-click…

Sir Leslie Stephen howled as his handgun emptied and drew out his hunting tongue and pounced upon the nearest Russian, ending his sprightliness in one swift stroke. His cubitus slammed into the next soldier coming up behind him, followed by a knife thrust to the gut ; then three to a greater extent Russians closed on him, rifles leveled and eyes showing that they did not intend to accept him as a prisoner.

"Come on you bastard dogs !"Stephen shouted in Russian, prepared to take at least 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 routine as a precisely placed slug intercepted their skulls.

He watched, absolutely flabbergasted, as one Russian soldier after another died as they turned to flee or evince themselves for a bit from any cover they could rule.

"Joni,"Stephen bellowed out as his old friend came into sight, profligate streaming down his leg."God man how many of us are left ?"

"You and me Stephen,"Joni said as he handed two full-magazines to Stephen for his Suomi sub-machinegun."I am fine, let's go and see what we can do for Hannu and Kalevi…"Both men startled at the auditory sensation of reflexive diminished arms fire and light machineguns began to recreate in the woods, to be followed by stillness so profound it all but screamed at them.


Within three proceedings a band of heavily armed men accompanied by the drumbeater emerged out of the Wood and met with Stephen and Joni.

"Sir Leslie Stephen we keep get together in the craziest of lieu,"police chief Edward G. Robinson said to his old mentor,"for once I'm glad I could repay the favor of you saving my tail on our hunting trips. Though it looks like your battle went well enough given how badly your zealot were outnumbered…"

Stephen ignored him as the butcher neb was delivered by Joni after determining the final run of the battle : twenty dollar bill subsister with six of them injured, thirty-seven dead, which included Hannu and Kalevi. The Russian dead were beyond count at this point.

Stephen ordered his men to take whatever arms, ammo or supplying they needed from the Russians and to meet the soundbox of their fallen. He set an iron-hard deadline of ten instant for this to be done before they would leave and jaunt hard across the trails in the ancient woods.

"Joni, you take the Pb 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.

"hang on a arcminute Stephen,"chieftain Edwin Arlington Robinson said and ordered twenty of his men to go with Joni and the few remaining zealot."I know I should not divide my men up like this, but you guy are fighting for Finland as we are. This way, our operose weapons can attend to with making the Russian bear bleed for all we can get out of his hide…"

Stephen, Joni and Robinson turned to the auditory sensation of a soldier shouting out an order that instantly ended in a wail of pain and mewling of a newborn kitten. They watched a young lady, rifle still in hand, calmly walkway over to the old man as she muttered about ‘ soldiers who need to get a line some style before grabbing a noblewoman that way.'

Robinson shook his headway as Stephen uncharacteristically rushed over and embraced the woman in a stick out hug, whirling her around and around as she called for him to stop embarrassing her in front of the other men.

"Who is that with Sir Leslie Stephen ?"James Harvey Robinson asked Joni."I did not opine there were any fair sex among the partisans in this region ?"

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

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"grandfather I forgot my skis after lighting the primer,"Nikkei said. She dreaded the scolding she had coming for disobeying his orders."I was waiting for the Russians to lead and then…boom !"she motioned with her hands, pantomiming an explosion while a sheeplike grin grew on her face.

"Oh and then I spotted the Russians running in your counseling after I took down those three commissar idiots that tried to order of magnitude their troop around like fierce piffling terriers,"she said as Stephen and her joined Esme Stuart Lennox Robinson and Joni.


"Three commissars, she took down three of the Russian commissars ?"James Harvey Robinson asked, and then he whistled when Nikkei tossed the lessen commissar hats over to him, rich proof of her claim.

"Three commissar from a total of thirty Russians I took down. Though the commissar are a waste matter of a safe bullet train, better to just throw out a grenade or something at them…"Nikkei mumbled as Stephen laughed and Joni and Captain Jack Roosevelt Robinson just shook their heads.

"Granddaughter, do not berate yourself of a kill, after all you took down that divisional commissar a few days back…"he looked at sea captain Robinson and nodded to the man's wordless inquiry."Yes she took down that Major-General your intelligence agency informant declared dead, now my beloved granddaughter has thirty more slyboots to add to her list…"

sea captain Jack Roosevelt Robinson was handed a subject matter written by his radio set operator Corporal Hanki. It was orders from the highschool Command for the Finnish regular army. He just shook his head in disbelief as to what it stated the grounds in short Russians tongueless testimony to the belated word sent to him and the partisans…

…to all social unit detached on partisan bodily function and loyalist power engaged within the area of ninth Red Army corporation. Reliable intelligence service has affirmed that a reserve regiment of the 163rd Infantry segmentation has been sent back from the battlefront line of work to secure the main Russian supply route and to take anti-partisan patrols and chimneysweeper. repetition, to all units…

"Well it appears this fine piece of intelligence has come, as they say, too little and too former for our needs, as has become the normal anymore,"said sea captain Esme Stuart Lennox Robinson as he showed the substance to Stephen, Joni and Nikkei who was surprised at his action.

"Nikkei, like it or not you are now a source of breathing in for the troops of the front end line, just like Stephen, when word of what all the partisans accomplished here this day."Captain Sir Robert Robinson clasped her hand in his and gave them business firm'shake of thanks.

"Sir Leslie Stephen we need to get going,"chieftain Edward G. Robinson said a moment later,"This regiment has been annihilated, but some survivors may make it to a nearby frontier settlement or garrison and make for down yet more worry on our header. We can not sustain a secondment battle such as that."

As if to emphasize his gunpoint, a flight of Russian bombers passed operating expense at that particular instant, which caused everyone to dive for cover on the off hazard they were being looked over. Nikkei watched the woodworking plane go on their way, all the meter holding her rifle skyward and wondering if she could look at one down given the chance.

"Stephen, you and your granddaughter are welcome to come with us,"Robinson said,"With the way she can dart and your abilities to set an ambush…"He stopped when his old mentor held up a hand for muteness. There will be no more discussions, Stephen and Nikkei will continue on their own, seeking to bleed the Army of the Red Bear as much as they can.

"Before we part let me give you some instructions and advice on how to stop the Russian tanks…"Sir Leslie Stephen filled Robinson in on the maneuver he and Nikkei had developed and the weaknesses on the armored beasts.

headwaiter Edward Goldenberg Robinson looked at Nikkei with fundamental deference, which caused her to redden from head to toe from pure embarrassment. He turned back to Sir Leslie Stephen and thanked him, stating he will pass this intelligence up the range of command. With that the different group departed and headed out on their own chosen paths.



10 December, 1939 Finland Supreme Command Headquarters


The men stood around the board as they examined the updated mathematical function and compared them to the modish incoming reports and intelligence gathered from spy, informants, radio intercepts and the the likes of. Couriers delivered their satchels of message and requests while aides for the military leadership gathered here stood silently by, prepared to suffice any questions or manage any job they are assigned.

One man listened and mentally crunched all the information told to him by his subordinate, details from troop movements and battalion statuses to logistics and predict movement by the Russian invaders. He asked detail head concerning the four invading Russian Army corp - the Seventh, Eighth, one-ninth and Fourteenth - and pondered the succeeder his soldiers had scored, particularly within the arena of the ninth and the savage defeat a band of partisans had inflicted just two days past.

He perked up at the mention of an old fable having returned to the playing area of battle, the Ghost Bear, and his new companion, a partisan loss leader known simply as the Snow Fox. One old Hero and a new hero bringing hope to the land and inspiring the Finnish flock who received a monumental boost to their morale and fighting purport as news of the Russian defeat spread with the military group of a lightning strike.

When he looked up at his subordinates he understood from their looks they waited his command. They wanted to strike back and shine back hard, to render such a savage snow to the Russian bear that his scream will be heard around the worldly concern for century to come.

He tapped the map with his finger, outlining his plan for that part of the front line facing the Russian one-ninth army Corp. Each man took note of hand concerning his portion of the design, and began to detail what he needed to do for the counterattack to come in ; they acknowledged the betting odds to be long for any very success, yet it had to be done for the rice beer of their homeland.

"Colonel Siilasvuo,"field of operation Marshal Mannerheim, commanding officer of the regular army of Finland, said to the one he has selected to contribute the counterattack,"Retake Suomussalimi and dispose of the Russian 163rd segmentation, you fly out this hour and begin operations 24-hours from now."

Colonel Siilasvuo saluted and departed to catch his plane and make his plans as the others returned to the maps and made other punishing choice in the on-going war.


10 December, 1939 163rd Russian Infantry segmentation Headquarters

Outside the hotel appropriated by Major-General Bogdan to be his division headquarters a lone gunshot sent the guards scuttling inside on the double with weapons drawn. Once they determined that their commander was safe they returned to their mail, save for the two who dragged the stiff of Colonel Hussein, late commanding officer of the destroyed 662nd Infantry Regiment.

"valet de chambre,"Major-General Bogdan declared to the officers around him as he calmly placed his smoking pistol on his desk,"Let the book show that Colonel ibn Talal Hussein has been found guilty by sum-up court martial of treachery and dereliction of duty and cowardice in the face of the enemy, not to bring up outright stupidity in the doings of field operations."

All policeman save for the sadistic commissar of the partition shook as he gazed upon each one in turn,"He has been executed by orders of STAVKA for his treason. All of you understand this, one bankruptcy, one pathetic attempt to excuse incompetence or treason and I will shoot you as well."


Major-General Bogdan left his desk a moment later and headed to check the recent reports from the front and to gear up program for the following blast upon the illogically stubborn Fins. He should already cause smashed their front line line, torn across the waist of Republic of Finland and bisected this fascist nation. His rage became manifest when he slammed his fist on a large table that shattered under that hammer-blow, and sent the man typing out orders to sputter from his chair in a desperate bid to remain alive.

Walking into the map room he howled for one of his adjutant to attend, and once the maitre d' appeared, began to rattle off the edict for the day concerning tone-beginning routes and times, logistics and heavy weapon fire programme. Of course, with so few military unit left to him, especially after the 662nd Infantry Regiment was slaughtered, the provision did not take too much time.

The only thing that really bothered him is accounts from the Finnish radio which spoke of the legendary man called the"shade Bear'is combat-ready in the region. His unit in the revolutionary war in which Republic of Finland broke itself dislodge from the country of origin of Russia, aided by the Fascist Imperialists of the decadent western lands, had faced the man and his zealot.

No matter how hard they tried to catch him, no matter the lure used or instruction execution summarily carried out, he had not only evaded them, but carried out a campaign of destruction that decimated nearly seven section. Many a mother threatened her insolent children with floor of ‘ the Ghost Bear will come and get you."

A messenger arrived at his side and declared that Major-General Zelenfsev, commander of the 44th Infantry Division will be arriving on the evening of 15 December to ‘ talk over the flow thing of the strawman lines.'

"Tell the Major-General I will be glad to discourse the reasons he has been cooling his heel for a week when he and his sectionalization is needed here,"Bogdan ordered,"and develop a piazza for him to stay as well in the officers rooms on the hotels top floor."


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

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

Once the bike stopped he turned off the motor and placed it next to the checkpoints wooden structure, little more than a small, hastily built shack with a field phone for ‘ emergency usage only'by fourth-year officer or the venerate NVKD. This accomplished he moved to suffer before the checkpoints officer, an old, ragged 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 responsibility for the ninth army Headquarters. Here are my edict and report sir,"he handed them over to the scowling, stern-faced lieutenant whose eyes showed no clemency could be expected,"and I am prepared to show the satchel is still sealed upon your focusing sir."

"mulct then Sergeant,"the lieutenant said not bothering to stick in himself, thus a sure sign of the zodiac he is NVKD."Come into the shanty and we can do the review over some ‘ functionary party coffee'while you tell me all that is going on up at the main office for the 163rd Division."


Over the next half hour serjeant-at-law Osip enjoyed half a bottle of the ok Russian vodka he knew to exist, and revealed all he knew not only of the 163rd naval division headquarters, but of all the Russian ninth Army he had seen first hand or even heard rumour about.

The lieutenant gently challenged him on each point, asking the same question from dissimilar slant while he expressed doubts here and there about the veracity or loyalty and dedication of police sergeant Osip. The drunken, thoroughly terrified Sergeant was uniform in every detail, which pleased him to no end, and even more so as he saw the messenger's message satchel remained sealed with the decal of the Ninth US Army older commissar.

"Sergeant Osip you have done your duty to the motherland and the Soviet mating admirably,"the Lieutenant said. Sergeant Osip smiled and stood to forget ; he never saw the Lahti pistol that moved to just shy of his skull, nor heard the gunshot that killed him.

After disposing of the eubstance cryptic in the woods next to the material deputy who had manned the checkpoint,"Sergeant"Stephen, wearing the overcoat and uniform of the courier, climbed onto the motorbike and headed down the road to ‘ deliver'his goods to the 163rd segmentation headquarters.


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Four hours later Stephen left the hotel which had become the 163rd division field headquarters. He learned of the desperate combat they had undertaken when ordered by US Army Headquarters to withdraw, the continuous harassment by Suomi zealot and regular army forces on their supply lines, and Thomas More detailed information that he intended for later exploitation.

Before he departed he collected from the high-pitched base where the elderly officers of the military headquarters slept a small gift for Nikkei. Taking the back stairs down to the large parking garage behind the hotel he evaded the few half-awake sentries on guard duty with contemptible comfort, activated his ‘ gift'to the Russians and quietly fled into the nighttime to where he had stashed the motorbike.

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

As he motored on down the back trail and secondary route on his stolen motorbike, Stephen grinned as old retentivity returned concerning the last war. Compared to his love for hunting and administer making ( in illegal arms and other trade good 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 US Army corp

Within the sheltered profoundness of an old stone and earth-covered house Nikkei listened to the radio and absorbed the latest news of the war. The warmth from the roaring flames in the hearth reminded her of better winter dark with her utter family line, and she was glad to be unblock for a metre of the moth-eaten winter Nox just outside the house.

Sir Leslie Stephen had gone off ‘ to witness out some contingent'that he understood from the messages broadcast to partisans by the diverse Finland radio stations. For the hundredth sentence since he left she looked down to the handgun at her side, hoping she will not need it if the Russians or former bad hat discovered and entered the old house.

As she devoured her meal of a thick, rich, spicy, meat-stew and some semi-stale bread with butter and jam she shook her promontory in skepticism. The League of nation had tossed the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics out of its rank, and many of its fellow member nation representatives made great actor's line of aid and sleeve being prepared for cargo from the many North Germanic language and European political science to Finland.

The daily news from Helsinki spoke of partizan under the leading of the ‘ Ghost bear'and ‘ Snow Fox'which had annihilated the Russians 662nd Infantry Regiment completely with minimal loss to the Suomi forces involved in the battle…an overstatement that irritated Nikkei due to the true number of old family Friend and associated who were lost.

When she took another bowl full of the lather from the kettle boiling over the flak the latest word of the conflict on the Mannerheim occupation came through. Apparently the Russians launched a three-division assault, and in a 40 time of day pitched battle were repulsed, LE than 1200 Russians escaped from their violence of 35000.

She and Stephen, wherever he had gotten off to, had been doing their part of harassing the Russians - taking down lone hand truck and a pair of tanks, disabling artillery shelling that passed by and she took a perverse kind of delectation in taking down the courier on their motorbikes…the issue of them had been dropping off over the past week, evidence of her having culled the ruck with ruthless efficiency.

Details from the engagement for Suomussalimi were broadcast. The 27th infantry Regiment of Finland had executed a chain of daring assaults from three different counsel, isolated and destroyed key units 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 Suomi army excelled at.

She grinned at the mention of Suomussalimi being back in Suomi hands. Then the news spoke of the Finnish ground forces and partisans ‘ using new and rattling weapons'to deal with the Russian armor ; the very technique she and Stephen developed a few solar day ago - a bottleful of alcohol and gasoline with few former things mixed in to wee 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 tank.

Net result…one cooked armored combat vehicle, especially if you can hit the railway locomotive, home fuel armored combat vehicle, or the commonly mounted cask of reserve fuel mounted on the after deck.

Stephen returned a few minutes later as she cleaned out her roll with a chunk of pelf. She watched him move to the fire and take up a sports stadium of stew and sit down future to her, his thickly coat and hat showing clear signs he had been involved in some variety of altercation earlier in the night.


He moved over to the roaring fervidness and stood before it to warm up."Nikkei I have found out that some ‘ particular visitor'will be passing through this area in the next few days,"he said to her with a grin of pure wicked delight."The 163rd Division had been retreating through the 44th class and the whole area is in make out topsy-turvyness. Both divisional commandant are utterly, having been at the 163rd's headquarters when the hotel went up in flames…literally !"

He chuckled at that, just as he had chuckled soon after visiting the 44th part depot of supply trucks parked in a relatively unguarded lager beer. Thirty mo of deliberate work delivered spectacular result, he had just finished crossing the lone bridge on the roadway when the total thousand of ammunition and provision-laden trucks went up in a chain of fireball from the pocket-sized bombs he had liberally placed on their fuel tanks.

So great was the chaos generated he was able to pass through the guard hutch on his face of the bridge and trigger the demolition charges the Russians had emplaced just that day incase the Finnish USA pushed the Read Bear back across the river. As if that had not caused plenty chaos and legal injury, a flight of stairs of Suomi Air forcefulness planes swept his side of the river route, damaging and destroying over sixty vehicle and damaged countless others.

acquiring back to Nikkei took some metre, longer than he anticipated, but a few ‘ borrowed'motorbikes from a few now pop off couriers helped out.

"It appears the Ninth army corp commander for the Russians is coming in person to visit the reasons for the delays in ‘ conquering these decrepit lackey's of the Imperialist Dame Rebecca West,"he laughed and shook his head at such falderol,"full general Dashicev will be here in a few twenty-four hours and we have a chance to ‘ greet'him in proper partisan style."Here he mimicked with his paw a pistol being fired off, the bullet delivered between the generals eyes.

"Nikkei I found out there will be some ‘ especial visitors'coming through this area in the next pair of daylight,"Stephen said to her with a wicked grin."I found out the 163rd division has been ordered to retire and the 44th partitioning is sitting on its haunches per orders of the NKVD. It appears that General Dashicev, leader of the one-ninth ground forces Corp of the Russians will be making a tour of the social movement lines."

"How…how did you find 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 drumhead 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 hearing, but confirmed by two crushed chapeau he pulled out of his sackful and tossed into her lap…

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

"That one belonged to Major-General Bogdan, the one you missed a couple of workweek ago,"Stephen said to her with a teasing grin."The other to Major-General Zelenfsev, I found both of them discussing a rather efficient means to counterattack our ground forces. They never paid care to the fact a ‘ Russian army courier'might deem it worth the time to take out the commanding officers of their various divisions when the opportunity presented itself."

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

"Grandpa, what…what did you do ?"she asked, unsure if she wanted to hear the history. One thing she had come to know of her grandfather is he had a fighting spirit that shone brave and truthful, and could be as ruthless as any liquidator when result called for him to be. She wondered if in metre, and if she lived to see the end of the war, she will suit the same way…

"You remember the ‘ gift'I set for you to use back at the cabin ?"Sir Leslie Stephen asked and grinned at the scowl of pure violence she gave to him,"Imagine a fuel truck parked within the garage connecting that old hotel, a fire hand truck that had some sticks of dynamite added to see that the lead surprise would be…spectacular."

"Now that the bridge is destroyed, the superior general gone, and most of the 44th sectionalisation supplying are no more, our side of meat will have a much easygoing prison term disposing of them,"he clenched his fist and grinned while his cold eyes blazed with saturated hysteria and delectation at the impending victory for the Finnish forces in the area.

"Do you want a Russian Army corp full general added to your kill or not ?"Stephen chuckled at the savage grin that grew on Nikkei's human face."Good, we will manoeuver out soon enough, but first I have something to take up maintenance of…"

Nikkei watched him slay a small box-like bundle from the bottom of his backpack and head for the doorway."granddad what are you doing ?"she asked, the concern audible in her part and visible on her face.

"I'll be coming back shortly Nikkei,"he said and then became deadly severe,"emphatically this time postdate my edict, at the first sign of danger catch your gear mechanism and flee as fast as you can. No leaving your skis behind or coming to recover me alright ?"He waited until she nodded,"You know the merging places we discussed before, as I have said, if you have to flee school principal for one of the six localisation. The partisans already know to keep and eye out for you if our travels turn for the worse."


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Captain Sugar Ray Robinson and his handful of men moved with extreme charge as they swept the meeting property for any signboard of an ambush from Russian forces. His men on the flanks indicated with hand signals no one was in the area. His subdued, disgusted curse seemed to echo across the wooded hills.

"Where in the creation has Stephen gotten off to this sentence ?"Esme Stuart Lennox Robinson declared. He nearly had a eye flack as the phone of a pistol hammer being eased back into place filled his auricle. The corporate next to him who still had a length of frigidity steel placed under his jaw did not strike an inch.

"You're getting sloppy maitre d' 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-place one-half hour ; you did not even see the Russian patrol waiting for you just down the trail…"

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

Stephen pointed over his berm to where six Russian infantry lay dead."Like I said, you and your men are getting sloppy. Now let's get down to concern as quickly as we can. I paid a visit to the 163rd Infantry section main office and got these papers,"he tossed Ray Robinson a heavy satchel bag filled with vital information,"before my natural endowment to them went off."

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

"I hope this information is as vital as Stephen thinks it is,"captain James Harvey Robinson said to himself.

He had no thought just how utile and life-sustaining it was to Field marshall Mannheim, whom gave off a shout of triumph that shocked many of his subordinates…


18 December, 1939 England

In the Charles Martin Hall of Parliament men of power and sanction sat, or stood, around the long prorogue discussing effect, musical theme or examined the not bad wall-mounted map which dominated the room. At the insistence of a lone man, the only if one who dared to chomp away on his earmark cigar, commenced to deliver their portions of the plan in headache to the Finland-Soviet War and the surrounding North Germanic language nations.

Many of the High Command, government minister and parliamentarian looked at the cigar-chomping man with shock, surprise, mental rejection and apprehension for one to purpose such an audacious scheme. They listened as he delivered his reasons for the architectural plan, why it will succeed if implemented in time, and the greatest of profit towards thwarting Germany and its mightily war motorcar.

"valet,"Mr. Churchill declared while he thumped his fist on the table,"We must aid Finland with all the supplying, arm and ammo, plane, tanks and troops we can while denying the governing of FRG the most vital resource they need. smoothing iron ore, the ore supplied to them by Sweden and shipped via Noreg ; we will solve both problem with one expedition…cut off the mines from Germany and have a life-sustaining path to locomote our relief forces on into Finland."

Churchill concealed other, retentive range plans currently unfolding in FRG that may pull ahead an unexpected harvest in the workweek to come…especially one concerning Chancellor of the Exchequer Hitler…

Many in the elder Command approved the initial outlay of the programme, and made a few testimonial here and there, seeking to refine it into a executable outline. Even flower pastor Neville Chamberlain gave his reluctant blessing after an panoptic argumentation on international law and intervention of neutral and sovereign lands.

Only one man dared to resist in opposite to the architectural plan, and even then only to assume a ‘ devils advocate'stance.

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

"It appears there is an informal agreement between Sweden and Federal Republic of Germany ; for our agents and physical contact are even now reporting that shipments of modest munition, machine guns and light carom, plus significant total of ammunition have even now crossed into the borders of Finland from Sweden."Hore-Belisha emphasized each dot with a smack of one hand into the other."This appears to be done via Field marshal Hermann Goring, and with the support of Chancellor Hitler. If we interfere with an invasion of Norway and Sverige we will risk sundering the mountain range of supply going to Finland…lose that and Communist Soviet Union will win by sheer free weight of number."

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

The public debate raged long into the night and well into the next dawn before the meeting came to a closing ; nothing had been decided, to the dashing hopes 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 hand. He read it three More times, examining each detail and fact and supposal for the least sign of deception or of the facts being deliberately misconstrued or manipulated.

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

The man closed the study and laid it upon his desk, shocked by the magnitude of helplessness to be found within his ‘ allies'of the North of Soviet Socialist commonwealth. He looked at his aide and gave off a rapid-fire mountain range of orders and sat back in his chair as the Whitney Young sea captain ran off to gather the officers so indicated.

30 minute later prime minister Adolph Hitler stood before his gathered staff in the group meeting room that adjoined his office. For over six hours the meeting continued, with Chancellor Hitler demanding grueling answer from each man, save for Marshal Goring, whom nodded at the unspoken question concerning the arcanum supplying being sent to Suomi via Sweden.

In due order a plan began to go forth for the opportunity that lay open before them, one which grew neat with each minute Union of Soviet Socialist Republics bled on the snowy line of business, Alfred Hawthorne, and wood."Gentlemen,"Der Fuhrer said,"We have a golden opportunity that history and destiny gives to one masses to change the world every millennium ; the arms bought by Sweden will cover without gap, and we shall increase our gift of war machine intelligence to Finland."

Chancellor Hitler walked over to the orotund wall map and rapped his fist hard on the boundary line of Finland - Union of Soviet Socialist Republics."That is where Russia and the communists will be bled snowy, and here,"he slammed his clenched fist hard low on the map,"is what we shall do…"

The gathered men looked upon such a bold face and simple-minded concept with equal measuring of awe, shock and hunger, for indeed a golden opportunity - one filled with danger and utmost hazard true - had arrived to bear an soul blow to their ancestral enemy.

"Chancellor Hitler,"declared General-colonel Keitel,"with your blessing we will begin to make preparations."

Der Fuhrer nodded and then said to the departing officers and ministers,"This data changes all we have expected, the ruination of Soviet Russia is at hand once and for all…the death of a tyrant will soon occur."

As he turned to look out the windowpane he never understood how prophetical those very words happened to be…



20 December, 1939 rear-area of the Russian one-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 pick up the sound she heard a moment before and then grinned when it became clear, another Russian courier on a motorbike was making his rounds along the briny route.

Stephen smiled and motioned to a spot halfway up the hill, a cleft in the rocks surrounded by ample shrub and tree which made for a near-perfect snipers nest. He motioned to a large boulder surrounded by larger Tree where he will cover her as she took down the messenger ; from long pattern both reached their berth, shed their skis and had their various weapon system - the Suomi KP sub-machinegun for him, the master-crafted rifle for Nikkei - readied for business.

A sudden wafture from Nikkei told Sir Leslie Stephen something else was imperfectly, as she looked traumatise for the first time since the war began. When he looked through the vegetation and onto the briny route he understood completely her shock…for an strange convoy worked its way ever so slowly down the road long since churned to mud and junk due to the close constant traffic and stride of the tanks.

Four motorbike sentry duty led the way for the convoy followed by a lone, light-armored cooler, a staff car that was made for a high-ranking military officer, possibly a field marshal, visiting the front lines. To the back of the convoy, four more motorbike mounted safety completed the cortege. If not for the comportment of that cooler, no subject how belittled compared to its armored brethren, he would have had Nikkei engage the staff car while he took down the motorbike mounted guards…

"If not for that blasted cooler,"he pumped his fist in pure foiling 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, barrels of the light army tank. For once she was glad to own a powder magazine loaded with Stephen ‘ special ammo'for such an occasion. She kept adjusting her aim to compensate for the dumb crawl improvement of the armor beast, growing more raring with each second that Stephen mulled over her taking the shot or for the two of them to withdraw.

From the corner of her eye she saw Stephen pump his fist, their agreed upon sign for her to set forth any lying in wait they have established. One final adjustment on her leading the tank, and a blue squeeze of the trigger…

smash !
Bang !

Twice she worked the rifle dash in her palm-guided, up-back, forward-down span motion to recharge for the next shot she would need. She paid the tank car no more attentiveness, swinging around to the staff car even then breaking and sliding across the iced and mud covered road…

Bang !

The stave motorcar left-back tyre shredded from the bullets wallop, the incendiary charge igniting the rubber material almost instantly. The occupant of the stave car leapt from the fomite as the motorbike guards leapt to wrap up one man in a calamitous greatcoat…the glimmer of the morning sunlight off of his rank lapels denoted him to be a truthful prize, maybe the Russian general her granddad spoke of arriving ahead of schedule.


She changed cartridge clip, palmed the rifle bolt and chambered the first round of regular ammo she used. The sound of the Russians firing with pistols and sub-machineguns blindly into the surrounding solid ground did not cause her any alarm…

microphone boom !

The tank car firing a 76mm carom unit of ammunition into the forest barely 50 meters downhill from her fix did get her notice…

She rolled to one side of the sheltering stone as a second cannon stave slammed home closer than the lastly. Her ears pounded from the deafening interference, bones hurt and gut felt as if it had been reduced to mush. The unfaltering tap - tapping of Sir Leslie Stephen's Suomi sub-machinegun told the fib of stagnant Russians and his effort to disquiet the tank…

BOOM ! ! !

The military force of the bang bodily lifted Nikkei off the primer like a rag doll. With ears still ringing like a cacophony of church bell shape she half-moved, half-stumbled back to the cleft in the Isidor Feinstein Stone and gasped at the sight before her…the faculty car and most of the minibike had been reduced to twisted metal while the destroyed tank poured forth a hollering pillar of fire high into the morning sky.

Stephen moved from tree to tree, boulder to boulder, aiming his shooter to pin down the Russians who sheltered behind the boulders. There, they are rubber from his fire for the time, but not from Nikkei…

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


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

Bang !

four-spot Sir Thomas More shots followed in quick succession, and then came a strange calmness only parted by the continuous thunder of the flame tank. He grinned at the precision study of his granddaughter, moved carefully to the edge of the wood and prepared to thwart the road. Stephen wondered what info that might benefit the Finnish Armed force awaited his discovery on that dead military officer's carcass…

The sudden arriver of two squadrons of Russian light bombers and fighters which passed low and close over his position changed everything. There is no way they could have missed the slaughter that had been inflicted on the small but important van ; especially as the tank still burned like a blowtorch with a column of melanise smoke clawing ever high into the sky.

He rapidly retreated back into the Sir Henry Wood, and raced to Nikkei to help her get ready for a degenerate, intemperately and hanker march deeper into the forest track. Three more Russian aircraft squadrons passed command processing overhead time, and he prayed that none of the pilot would count down and spot him or Nikkei…if they did there will be no escape.

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

A short tin whistle caught her attention and she watched Stephen wafture to her, level down a smaller incline lead that snaked among the woodwind, and pushed off with her poles, pressing to keep up with the voiceless pace he set for them.

They pushed onward fasting and surd to increase the space between them and the ambush situation. Then came the clarion call of a account or Thomas More of sheet gamey overhead. At the edge of a vauntingly glade they watched the expansive aerial fight then being waged high in the skies ; a dance of death between the Suomi and Russian Air effect so far above the earth…

contrail swept the obscure sky, here moving in a straight person tune, there they curved and spiraled until one or two at a clip ended in swarm of black grass. Outnumbered by eight to one the Finnish fender pressed home each of their attacks, savaging the Russian organization that sought to take it past them, only to cascade down out of the sky and into the merciless clutches of the solid ground.

It ended in to a lesser extent than ten minutes during which Sir Leslie Stephen counted the Russians had lost seventeen scrapper and xi hoagy. From the trail of black sess which departed to the due east, at least twice that number of planes had been damaged ; he hoped every one of the Russians crashed on the way back to their bases. As for red on the side of Finland, he could not tell one way or another.

Two minute later as the pair stopped to becharm their breath, having covered nearly seven kilometre, Stephen gave Nikkei a pixilated grin and asked,"So my granddaughter, what shall we use to tag your taking of that cooler ?"

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

"Grandpa,"Nikkei said, and then hesitated, still shaken by the close birdcall with dying at the hands of the armoured combat vehicle returned fire."Who would the Russians send to the front line course escorted by a tankful, and so many motorbike rider ?"

Stephen paused and rubbed his hand over his Kuki as he mulled the inquiry over and over. Finally he reached the lonesome logical stopping point that fit the evidence of such a caravan moving with minimal guard."The only thing that makes sense was either a new Divisional commander or possibly the commander of the Russian ninth Army corp, superior general Dashicev whom we have been hunting for. Either way we, or I should say, you, have done much to disrupt the Russian Army in this area."

He scuffed up Nikkei's fuzz with his hand despite her best crusade to fend him off,"Come now Nikkei we have to push on before we make camp. There is an old hunting lodge, or I should say what's left of one, where we will hole out up and picture out what to blow up next."

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

"The place originally had hot water piped in from the local anesthetic saltation, and if I recall correctly the last metre I checked they are still working. I'm not promising anything Nikkei, but if you want a hot bathtub I'll do what I can to insure you get your hot bathroom for Christmas…"

Stephen shook his capitulum and moved to enamour up with Nikkei, who raced on down the trail determined to stimulate her hot bath."Never underestimate that girl…so much like me after all…still a grand old day, and one less major pain of a Russian drawing card to be concerned with."

In a fistful of days Stephen and Nikkei would discover who was in the ambuscade convoy. Yet the Chain of issue unleashed by their effort will train prospicient to unfold and shape not only the wintertime War, but the lives of tens of millions of people across Europe and beyond.


22 December, 1939 STAVKA headquarters, capital of the Russian Federation

Premier Joseph Stalin watched from the high up balcony of STAVKA headquarters as the firing squads prepared for the next turn of executing. Normally the pot of such bloodletting would quell his sadistic rages in second, but not this evening. No, this evening the rake would fall in red streams across the Land. The incompetent who had allowed such ignominy and embarrassment to descend upon the Soviet Union had to be expunged permanently for their crimes.

Stalin slammed his fist on the stone railing repeatedly, angered beyond esthesia or reason. He had sent his Minister of defensive structure, Marshal Voroshilov to conjoin with one-ninth Army Corps Commander superior general Dashicev and get to the rump of the mess at the straw man air. The one-ninth ground forces corps should ingest sliced Finland in half at the waistline weeks ago, yet had not advanced Sir Thomas More than threescore kilometer across the mete, and if the reports are true, two elite group infantry divisions had been destroyed by a boldface and heady Finnish counterattack.

He watched as the excoriate men, the military social unit who was to locomote with marshall Voroshilov to the nominal head lines, were brought to the wall five at a time. The leader of the sack squad executed each command with well honed precision, his men fired on command with no faltering and the next in line to be shot had the honour of dragging their perfectly protagonist away before assuming their home at the wall.

The portion of Marshal Voroshilov and general Dashicev was made known to Stalin only an hour ago while he had his dinner. So hot was his rage he personally stormed his way to where the bodyguards of marshal Voroshilov were barracked, entered their air force officer's power and summarily shot him dead for his offence against the state.

time of day after hour he stood on that balcony as the executions continued well into the Night. Once the hold up man of the bodyguard unit was disposed of, the circumstances of those NKVD troops who failed to ensure the roadway followed.

Until the intelligence of the Marshals last had arrived, few dared to challenge his decision to invade Finland and to reconstruct what land rightfully belonged to Russia and Russia alone. Even Sweden and Noreg began to have their doubts about standing up against Russia on the side of Finland, until the world wire and radio overhaul had announced the Death of Voroshilov.

Combined with another crushing victory scored by the Finnish United States Army against the Russian forces fighting it out on the Isthmus, many world loss leader now pledged to support Republic of Finland in any way potential. And now Germany, the ostensible ally of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, had begun to institutionalise out feeler to the Scandinavian governments to see if High German ships bearing arms and supplies for Republic of Finland would be permitted passing through their territory.


Once again Stalin seethed at the continuous treason heaped upon betrayal of the world nations against the rise of the USSR, and of the domination of the Earth by communist power. They refuse to see and recognise the inevitability of his grounds and movement, to bring in the creation into a communist gold age no matter the cost in pedigree and fire.

"No the war will preserve on,"Stalin growled, his anger still stoked to layer beyond comprehension,"more men and army tank will be sent, Thomas More planes dispatched and we will press on until I have victory over the Finnish who dishonored me in 1921, or the terminal Russian falls idle on the field."

Stalin never moved until the last prisoner were executed well into the adjacent days dawning.


24 Dec, 1939 Finland Supreme bidding Headquarters

For the first prison term since the war with Soviet Russia had commenced Field marshal Mannheim allowed himself to consecrate off a chuckle and a smile at the bad joke one of his Pluto told. He returned to the maps and reports laid out on the board before him, listening to the unending speech of memo, messages, intelligence operation and so forth.

On the 22nd of December the Russian Seventh U. S. Army Corp threw itself at the Mannerheim defensive line, a entire force of nine infantry divisions, three tank brigades and a light armour corp of armored cars and truehearted tanks. The soviet general had come up with a crafty program, cross the ice-covered lakes where army tank and armour vehicle could mesh and deplumate long line of work of infantry-bearing sled ; early units would mount a simultaneous assault from the state and overwhelm the defenders.

A smart as a whip programme that would let worked, save for the Finnish scouts and saboteurs operating in the Russian rear-areas who discovered the architectural plan and promenade movements…exactly as the intelligence gathered by the ‘ ghost Bear'had indicated.

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

The Russian onset began with a massive ten-hour heavy weapon bombardment followed by the first wave of Russian troops surging across the ice. Explosives and artillery decimated the Russian forces, sending tanks and sleds into the watery depths below shattered ice. The armored vehicles and armoured combat vehicle that did give the survived this were crushed by the anti-tank torpedo and the foot who joined in the slanted massacre of the lakes.

The land conflict had been a much closer matter, thirteen hours of hellish combat that left over two-hundred burned out tanks and thousand of Russian dead stacked like cordwood. The Finnish armed forces had paid a dear price for it, yet the newly deployed foreign volunteers made the dispute in quantity and quality…some 25000 troops from Magyarorszag, Italy, Kingdom of Sweden and Norway plus a sprinkle of other nationalities, submarine each and every one !

discipline report combined with bug transmissions broadcast in the clear from the Russian one-seventh regular army Corp headquarters nearly matched. For all intensive purposes the Seventh United States Army had been destroyed in that one great winner-take-all battle.

Then just after midnight on the 23rd the Russian resumed their offense north of Lake Ladoga. Five infantry divisions of the Russian eighth Army corps, with heavy tank and artillery unit support, assaulted the weak-appearing Suomi military position with a great deal of enthusiasm and determination ; only to encounter out they had struck hard into a multi-layered, multi-supporting neighborhood of bunker, ordnance, simple machine gun nests, minefields and anti-tank heavy weapon which shredded the Russians in less than seven hours.

Again it was the foreign unpaid worker who helped make the difference, another 20,000 mix-bag of nationalities whose military science and expertise allowed them to fight as hard as his Finnish U. S. Army flock ! Even the air battle went dramatically in their favor, with twenty-one Suomi Air Force woodworking plane downed for ninety-seven Russian. The commanding cosmopolitan for the Eighth Army very politely stayed in his field main office when a six battery barrage of Finnish sullen artillery landed on its position.

Field marshal Mannheim softly chuckled and looked at his foregather policeman."Our troops, the extraneous volunteer military unit, and the supplies of blazonry and ammo from Sweden, Kingdom of Norway, Italia and Hungary are making the difference ; how ironic that so very much of the death we bring down on the Russians has been supplied by their very own ‘ ally'Germany."

"area Marshal,"one of Mannheim's Pluto quietly said and handed over a serial publication of subject matter mannequin for him. He read them quickly, one of them several times and looked to his intelligence operation chief who nodded and grinned like a wildcat. He just stood there in shock, ineffectual to believe for a time that two partisans - the Ghost Bear and coke Fox had doubled their old coup over the Russians.

"My God Above thank you for this great endowment you have given unto us all,"he said and bowed his headway in a abbreviated supplication of thanks and praise. The confirmation of reinforcer - reservists and foreign volunteers - to stiffen the Finnish defenders facing the Ninth and Fourteenth armies was great news, and now this gift on Yuletide Eve truly was heaven sent.

Marshal Mannheim made a tone to have those two partisans decorated if Finland managed to check on and win the ongoing war.

"valet de chambre,"he called out, his voice instantly cutting through the clamor of disturbance loud and distinct.

Once he had their attention he read the intercepted content and after the clapping and cheering ran its course ordered it to be broadcast over national radios. The marshal shook his fist in triumph, knowing then and there the war with Soviet Union had turned and turned for the better…he gave that some due consideration…

"Pass the word to all our social movement subscriber line violence as well, but indicate they are to be doubly argus-eyed at this tidings,"he said with all due seriousness,"The Russians will not forget nor forgive. We can gestate them to remove even to a greater extent reinforcement and faster than ever to check our land is crushed once and for all."

"Understand this much gentlemen,"he continued, his iron-hard gaze locking on every man and woman in turn of events,"our position has won many smashing victory and the good Lord has delivered the foeman leaders into our script as well, but we have not won the war. Our greatest battles may well be ahead, thus I am ordering our forces who are facing the ninth and Fourteenth Russian Army Corps to tighten their defenses so we can pin those force-out in place."

"Gentlemen, I sense a great modification is coming in the air, a storm greater than anything we have ever seen will hit and change the world."Mannheim grinned, never understanding the storm would be one of rakehell, flame and steel coming down on their enemies in short order.



25 December, 1939 rear-area Russian ninth Army corporation

Nikkei slid deeper into the steaming water and reveled in the intense heat and lenient undulation that lapped across her abdomen and boob. She twirled her fingers in the water, generating ripples that spread out and glistened in the mild lantern light ; such a simple gift she wanted for Christmas, a hot bath, something she took for granted before the war began…before her existence turned upside down and slammed to the ground with brutish intensity.

For four days she and Sir Leslie Stephen had been cooped up in the ruining of an old search lodge that actually had body of water piped in from a nearby hot spring. The low moaning of the rash reminded her of old ghost stories her don would tell near the fireplace, shadows dancing on the bulwark as he moved about, often making animal shadows with his hands in renditions of ‘ Peter and the Wolf.'

One stiff surge of fart that pounded on the door blocked by an old lounge and desk, to foreclose easy incoming by anyone in the area, reminded her that not everyone was enjoying such a amplitude as she on the natal day of the Prince of Peace. Most of the old lodge lay exposed to the elements, but enough remained, such as the bathing room she occupied, to provide decent shelter…once they dealt with the bear out of the office that had taken up residency.

As Nikkei reached for the rag and Georgia home boy Stephen had thoughtfully laid out by the tub for her, she smiled at the fond storage of bear-meat stew…although having to manhandle the brutes 300kg carcase outside so it did not stink up the rest of the billet hardly made it worth the effort. Her being able to take a hot bathing tub and rid herself of days of filth and dirt made it worth the effort.

She gathered a rich lathering of easy lay on her work force and the rag, and then slowly began to scrub down her look, cervix and blazon. The conglomerate grime and stress built from the start of the war eased away bit by bit, and she could slow down for a metre, free of the cares and retention of the wider world.

On one breast she softly swirled the rag in sensuous circles that advanced unto her swollen nipple. Sensations both old and new flowed into her mind, awakening desires she had never allowed herself to fully explore or to even talk about with anyone. Her eye closed and a soft gasp passed her open lips as a slender tingle played along her body ; the heating of the water accentuated the pleasurable waving which flowed one upon another along the very fibers of her being.

Her free handwriting came to rest between her breasts, and the finger slowly snaked their way downward. Once there, they began to caress and tease and please a portion of her dead body that sent her unto the promised land with sensuous bliss that she could only compare to the birdsong of the celestial choirs. Nikkei sensed her substance whipping faster and faster as her breath quickened, blood thundered and her dead body came alive in a rainbow of wizard that could not be described.

She pushed her fingers into the deepness of her womanhood as far as she could ; determined to get out each bit of joy possible. Of course she was still a virgin at the age of eighteen, unlike so many of her friends and other close kin…none had desired to be with her since she was found out to be ineffective to have children, thus making her the scorn of the Village and a bad spousal relationship prospect.

The wilderness, raw, primordial upsurge of flame and heat caught her off safety as a thousand one thousand of population cascaded before her, unnumberable probabilities of what may be and could be, and then collapsed back into the here and now as she screamed her delight to the world when her dismissal hit.

Her custody covered her rima oris as she blushed cryptical than ever before in her spirit, wondering if anyone had heard the noise…and blushed even rich as Sir Leslie Stephen burst through the door with a drawn handgun, lost his footing on the slickness floor and tumbled face first into the bathtub with Nikkei.

He pulled himself out of the tub and shake his head like an old sheepdog, sending a cascade of body of water across the elbow room."I'm soaked,"he moaned while looking at his soak clothing, shook his pass and hoped enough firewood remained to dry them by the fireplace - though they would smell like Natalie Wood smoke for day."punter they smell of wood smoke than that of an old and wet sheep dog like me…"

"granddaddy, are you alright ?"Nikkei asked as she leaned over the edge of the bathtub. When Stephen looked at her with an abash grin she gasped, clutched her weapon over her bared boob and slid deep into the H2O while a hot blush surged deep and red across her already flush boldness. All she wanted to do was fade away and disappear ; her head tore in different direction, desires playing a thousand line at once while she fought to domesticise the confusion.

On the struggle airfield sniping at the foe she has mastered her emotions to a fine degree ; but in the affair of the heart, she has never encountered such as she faced now. She lowered her question but could not tear her oculus away from him as he pulled off his shirt and deform the body of water of it…the iron-hard muscles of his lithe frame, crossed with a roadmap of scars acquired over a life-time of rigorousness and battle, flexed with each plait made upon his shirt.

He whipped the shirt a few multiplication to get any remaining droplets free and grinned at Nikkei."Sorry Nikkei I had thought that a bear or a Russian had gotten into the washup room and I got careless again…"

Nikkei was unable to believe her ears, for her grandad never apologized for anything."Grandpa you didn't foul up or get careless I just…well, I was doing something and…"

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

He laughed at the cute little squealing phone given off by Nikkei at his suggestion. Though as he left the room to change and dry his cloths, the scintillation that danced in her eyes spoke mass to his go through substance and mind.


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Tap - tap - tap !

Stephen pulled the small punch away from Nikkei's rifle and examined the tardy fiddling fox-marker added to the wooden stock. Feeling the eloquence of the indentation he coated the exposed Grant Wood with an amber hued stain, when dry it will glint with a honey-gold texture as any light played across it.

"One to a greater extent of so many foxes added, I had taught my granddaughter to hunt for deer, boar and bear."Stephen gave off a oceanic abyss, tired of suspiration at the winds of destiny and ill-fortune."Instead she has become a Orion of Russians who have raped our homeland and stolen her future. All those years ago when her category adopted her…."

His creative thinker drifted into memories of his lost family unit all those year ago when they had adopted Nikkei after she had been orphaned. No one knew where she had come from, even the dominance failed to find out the parents of the little girlfriend found wandering alone in the woods, her clothing covered in blood…

A girl of dead on target mysteries who had grown into a hunky-dory young woman ; one that he wished he could have got given a biography of peace to instead of the goddam war the Russians had forced upon all of them.

In the background the static-filled broadcast of Finnish and North Germanic radio Stations of the Cross declared their holiday wish and salutation, and then transmit the usual updates of the war.

"To all of our members of Finland's armed forces engaged in the desperate fight to protect our homeland from the tyke of the Soviet conglutination. I and all of our people thank you for the dedication and sacrifice of so lots you have give for us, and may on this day when we celebrate the nascency of the Prince of Peace each of you find backup man from this endless suffering inflicted by the Russians.."

Stephen half-listened to the receiving set static filled broadcast. He heard the contingent given of the majuscule battle fought on the isthmus and near Lake Lake Ladoga on the 22nd and 23rd ; the Russian seventh and one-eighth USA Corps had been stopped, shattered and scattered before obstinate Finnish electric resistance"assisted by Tennessean who support our cause for freedom and self-government as a democracy against the oppressive might of communist Russia."

"We wish to confirm that in the finis hebdomad the Russian Armies shock military force of the Russian ninth U. S. Army Corps has suffered uttermost reverse due to our nation's U. S. Army, air force and partisans combat-ready behind the opposition lines. It has been confirmed that the Ninth USA has lost their commander, one full general Dashicev along with the Minister of DoD for the Soviet Union, Marshall Voroshilov who had come to the movement lines to see first-hand what had caused the ninth Army to be held up in the field."

Stephen turned his good attention to the radio…

"My fellow Fin's our honey solders and subject fighting behind the railway line have demonstrated gimcrack and shed light on to the world why the Ninth regular army, along with all former Russian U. S. Army corps, has failed to crush our commonwealth. In the death of the defense reaction minister Russia has learned the object lesson we will never surrender and never yield to their force play of enslavement. And so with each battle we undertake against the Russian invader, we bleed them and bleed them more, until the day will come in the come near future when they will take licking and seek to make a just and estimable peace."

"May the meter soon come when we can distinguish in full-of-the-moon the military action of the two known as the Snow Fox and the Ghost Bear ; may God keep them prophylactic and wield them as instruments of justice against our ancient enemies from the tyke farming of Russia."

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

He imagined how Nikkei would dance around like an ale-drunken bee after hearing of the plunder she had bagged. The death of full general Dashicev was welcome newsworthiness, and showed his hypothesis as to who occupied the staff car in the wagon train they had ambushed. Yet the death of Marshall Voroshilov, Russian minister of defense mechanism, truly marked the outstanding prize any enthusiast sniper could hope to score forgetful of Premier Stalin.

He gently cleaned the rifle with an old rag, gently removing the least trace of dirt, dust or oil his piece of work may let left upon it."I made this for my beloved Nikkei to hunt deer and bear with, and now she ahs been forced by this war to get a hunter of men. I wish her parents could see her now…"


He fought back the split that threatened to do as his heart lodged in his pharynx. His nipper and grandchildren, plus all his Friend there save for Nikkei are all gone. His rage 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 small slew of supplying that had been cached away in the cellar of the old search lodge. While Nikkei had been taking her bath he had gone down and brought the food, cloths, ammo and other assorted commodity the two needed as they hunted Russians.

Also, as he had hoped, the two modest sled he had stored among other good in the cache remained integral and untaken. At least he and Nikkei could carry More trade good on them than they can just upon their back. Plus he had new batteries for his small wireless a friend had built a few years ago…

That little transmitter has proven to be a dependable admiration. Incredibly small, jackanapes and reliable, he can use it to relay or meet articulation and Morse-code signal. His old champion in the United States who made it was a generation ahead of his clock time, and a simple attachment allowed it to be powered by a hand-cranked generator-system.

When the tensions between Russian Federation and Finland had begun to increase, he and his fellow smuggler plus some of the contacts they had within the armed force out began to be after and make. Thus a relay-chain of a sort exists to pass information and instructions along to those who needed it ; they always are sent in abbreviated infection of Morse-code to forfend counter detection by the Russians.

early information, orders and the like are broadcast five times daily by the administration over the public wireless broadcast. No affair how much the Russians may try, only the leaders of the zealot in particular areas behind the assembly line possessed the necessary codes to understand them.

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

He stopped mumbling at the phone of Nikkei's ghostly footstep mixed with the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. His gaze moved to his clothing hung over the backbone of two old chairman near the fireplace, the oestrus 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. Stephen nodded his approval, delighted that she had remembered all he could instruct her of such matters.

Wrapped in a thickly cotton gown, Nikkei sat before the fire and proceed towel her hair dry.

Sir Leslie Stephen looked up at her, the light from the flaming caressing her in a purl dance of light and phantasma. He saw her chewing on her down lip, obviously troubled by something, or more potential what had happened between them in the bathing room.

"Nikkei what's bothering you my lamb ?"Stephen said and laid the rifle down on its white-furred scabbard."I can tell you are care or pain, so please order me and if I have wronged you somehow…"

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

She opened her robe to expose her bared belly, thigh and breasts for him to see, hoping that he will not turn away from her unverbalized question. One bridge player came to rest on his even cheek, the heat flowing into her hand as she began to caress his iron-hard, weatherworn, scarred skin in such a gentle way that it twitched with each easy and ticklish stroke.

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

Stephen's heart drank in every sensuous and flabby curve of her consistency, the fullness of her gold tomentum, soft blue eyes good of liveliness and pain shuffle in compeer criterion, the steady ascension and fall of her stop bosom. As his gaze descended to her most intimate of hoarded wealth she shifted her leg adequate for him to see her bared womanhood and the slight glint of wet already gathered there on her skin and surrounding hair.

"Nikkei what are you…I mean…"for one of the few times in his life, Stephen found himself at a departure for watchword as his genius flared to ashen hardness. He could not think this is actually happening and with his dear and only surviving granddaughter…

"Grandpa I want this to be my gift to you,"she said to him. He could hear the love and affection in her representative for him, something that had been there for eld and only now did he realise in full…his adopted Nikkei had fallen in lovemaking with him long ago and now sought to motivate their relation to the adjacent level.

"I have forgotten since the war began what it meant to be alive and free of worry and anger,"she said, her eyes releasing a lone tear down her cheek."I want to be your present grandpa for tonight, to remind us both what animation means ; I don't expect to make it through this war, so lots Death has already come close…and with that armoured combat vehicle firing at me…"she shuddered at the retentiveness of how close she had brushed with last that day.

She moved to Stephen and sat down on his lap with her legs crossing behind his backbone. Her one helping hand brought his to rest on her titty ; the mere sense of touch of his hide on hers sent a thrill and chill blazing across her being. When he began to caress her knocker, teasing more and more fiery wafture of pleasure from her dead body, she leaned into him and all but melted away as the soft Baron Snow of Leicester does before the flames of a fire.

He kissed her face and softly louse up puffs of his heated intimation on her cervix. Stroking her hair he looked once again into her heart and seen the love and jumpiness playing against one another."Are you sure this is what you want Nikkei ? You only have one first time in such issue and I want you to be absolutely sure…"

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

So it was that they entered the oldest of songs, and fulfilled the sometime dance of all, two warmness and two bodies coming together in one ; the cries of Passion and primal release echoed throughout the old laying waste until Stephen released his sprightliness come into Nikkei, and then collapsed from the effort. The two cuddled and caressed one another while sharing loving smiling and whispering words meant for them alone.

An hour later as Nikkei contently slept away, her gentle snore merging with the crackling flame, Stephen gave her a smiling and softly kissed her on the boldness before laying down for his own rest. He made trusted 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 messenger salute and dismissed him with a effortless wave of his hand.

Two days ago he had been alerted to important instructions that will arrive at his headquarters ; and given the current weather that raged just outside the hotels thick gem walls, it had to be something between extremely urgent and insane for a courier to be risked in temperatures, snow and winds that were the regretful in recorded history.

Since him and the 27th Infantry Regiment, now reinforced by three additional regiments of reservists and foreign voluntary, he had waged relentless guerrilla warfare to phlebotomize the Russian one-ninth Army Corp white and agree them to this region when from all accounts they could own been used on the isthmus during the live Russian assault.

However the Russians had dug in trench and still managed to keep him from mounting a successful strike across the river. He could fight and not round, and the same for them…a defeat that grew all the more with each passing day. Even his raiding company had met with minimal success, save for sniping at the Russians who hid in their spike positions.

Only Captain Lennox Robinson and his men, aided by the partisans led by the old colonel Sir Leslie Stephen and his aide called"C Fox"have scored massive success upon succeeder upon success. When he considered the reputation of the old colonel, commonly known as the"touch Bear'in the last big war, it is lilliputian wonder the man leads and coordinates the partisans to such a criminal record, even as he and the Snow Fox carry out their own two-person drive upon the scorned Russians.

He opened the packet and withdrew out the bundle of written document and photographs, and whistled when he gave the top Thomas Nelson Page - social club from athletic field Marshal Mannerheim himself - a cursory glance. They explained in brief and concise point that John Major strengthener were expected to be arriving inside two workweek for the Russian one-ninth regular army Corp…

Colonel Siilasvuo raged, cursed and complained as he stormed out of the old hotel which housed his flying field headquarters. He shouted above the howling malarky for his aged military officer to gather around him as he woke his driver to adopt him down riverside…he had been forbidden from launching anything stiff than raid across the river to slice apart the remaining strength of the ninth Army while clip remained. So he had chosen to inspect the forward defence mechanism and ascertain the Russians received a ardent welcome when they struck.

As expected, the defence reaction were strong and growing strong with each qualifying day ; with log and stone bunker housing simple machine ordnance, anti-tank cannon and fighting positions for infantry. former posture inside the town had already been made ready…when the Russians struck the river and snow would be red with their blood.




28 December, 1939 Berlin, Federal Republic of Germany

"Ah yes, I will engage this one here,"admiral Donitz said as he looked over the beautiful gold-chain necklace set with okay diamonds. He held it in both work force and admired the fiery bursts which came out as the light played across each gemstone. The jeweller had promised the gift would be crafted to ne plus ultra, and so he had achieved yet again with the talent for his good wife.

"Klaus what do you think of it ?"Donitz asked of his bodyguard and driver. He moved around to face up the man so he could see the howling magic wrought by Karl, his personal jeweler and one of the few men he called a true master 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 measure at your gift of warmness for her."John R. Major Klaus, polite as ever turned back to watching the stock 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 clench of his pistol.

The strait of sirens caused everyone to release and determine the street as the motorcade of Chancellor Hitler began to conk by. Donitz looked at his watch and smiled,"Punctual as always, I noticed some work was being done on his fomite last night as I left the office. Did you recall to have that looked into Klaus ?"

"Yes sir, I had it checked out by naval security, and the Gestapo John Major in burster of security ensured me when I appeared in person that ‘ a small problem had arisen and was even now being fixed.'almost unusual stress though for the man,"John R. Major Klaus never finished his sentence.

Admiral Donitz expression changed from pleasure to seismic disturbance and then abject revulsion as the Chancellors car came into great deal, and disappeared in a earsplitting burst that tore the vehicle asunder. John R. 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 cloud of detritus and smoke. He made his way out to the street where many vehicle burned, and all too many people lay on the ground in pools of red. One look at the convolute, burning remains 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 Carry Amelia Moore Nation leader had somehow survived.

The war machine accompaniment swarmed the orbit to gain mastery as fast as possible ; one military officer threatened Admiral Donitz until he showed his armed services newspaper and then took control over the prospect. All too swiftly the accuracy was confirmed when the fires of the chancellor car were extinguished at long last.

Chancellor of the Exchequer Hitler was dead, assassinated by a bomb placed within the car that had detonated the petrol tank.

"So it has been accomplished,"Admiral Donitz said, sad and shaking his head in disbelief, a rattling act for the sake of appearances to the masses. His personal agents, ones loyal to him and him alone, had penetrated the net of Russian spies and agent that existed in Berlin…and he knew who controlled them as well…

He never expected their program to forge. Now that it had, his ally in the German government would ensure his chronological sequence to the Chancellorship and, as promised for the support of Goering and his junto, would look at with Russia once and for all…of course he still had to throw a ‘ phone call'to the mastermind behind this mad patch to ensure his own survival.


30 December, 1939 capital of the Russian Federation, Russia

Everyone in the room jumped at the single gunshot that seemed to growl and ricochet about the encounter room for the highschool Command of the Russian Armed force. Quickly they resumed their posture of full tending, each expecting to be the next one personally gunned down by the man at the headspring of the table…

"familiar I believe my power point has been duly made,"Prime Minister Stalin calmly stated as he holstered his pistol. He gave a nod and two NKVD guards rushed over and dragged the body of General Voroshilov, who of late had been recalled to Moscow for ‘ secret consultations regarding the war.'

"I will stomach no more failures in the issue of this war with Finland,"he growled,"each day our nation loses yet more influence, obedience and emplacement around the world. I have since the failed offense of 22-23 December given orders for massive reinforcer to deploy in the areas of the one-seventh and Eighth Army Corps, we have peace with the Germans and thus our front with them is now reduced to 2d and third rank building block ; the elite forces being redeployed will be in place by the end of January, when the final unsavoury shall begin."

"The Ninth Army corporation shall take limited offense ; they have consistently failed and thus will not be of any more major usage."He smashed his clenched fist onto the board many times to punctuate his point.

Stalin went on for some time berating the mankind for all manner of perceived rebuff and plot being carried out against him and the Soviet unification. His furore grew to such superlative and astuteness 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 bodyguard who circled behind each man like a observation and waiting vulture.

From one position an policeman appeared, delivered several message course to Stalin and then bolted for his aliveness after being dismissed with a casual undulation. As he scanned them his mood swung from rage to outright joy back to a simmering, stewing fad that promised last to someone before the night passed.

"Gentlemen,"Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili declared with a forced composure and smile while holding up the third substance form in one hired man,"as I stated, we have peace with Germany and now it is guaranteed for some time to descend. Our federal agent in the German language senior high Command have confirmed the news being broadcast over the radio."

He paused and grinned,"Hitler is idle. Someone managed to send an explosive twist inside of his armored car, and needless to say the carnage wrought was phenomenal. full admiral Donitz has been sworn in as the new Chancellor of the Exchequer of Germany and thus will direct many months to fully cast out of his rivals and gain full control over his nation's governance."

The faculty officers and ministers shouted and cheered at the news of Der Fuhrer's end, and gave off calls for the long life sentence of Premier Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili, the Soviet sum and the inevitable domination of the world by Communism. By almost ecumenical spontaneity they began to sing the national birdcall of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, their loyalty and feeling in their effort having been reconfirmed by the universe at large.

Wisely Stalin withheld the two other messages that arrived at the Saami time. They detailed the movements of Generals Timoshenko and Shaposhnikov, the newly appointed co-commanders of the Suomi movement. During the flight of stairs to headquarters near a fasten airport the woodworking plane carrying them, escorted by 12 fighters, was jumped by a large identification number of Finnish fighters.

Every one of the Russian archetype fought until their planing machine went down in flames. Despite their salutary efforts, the plane carrying both generals had been shot down as well with no survivor. Once again the leaders of his armed force-out had disappointed him, and the reports of flagging morale among the infantry along with some social unit on the border of mutiny confirmed the officers were deliberately failing, seeking cause to throw out him once and for all from power.

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

None of the elated officers before him knew what hit them when with a nod Stalin had his escort cut them down to the stopping point. He summoned his personal aide and demanded a train document, which once he signed with a few effortless strokes of his pen, was sent to the NKVD communications commissar and dispatched.

Within forty-eight hr the blood line tub had finished, completely decimating the Russian armed forces higher command and replacing all officers of John Major or high-pitched rank with Political commissar. He gave new orders to all of the Russian armed military unit ; any intimation of disloyalty or want of proper communistic flavour will result in that man's entire platoon or company being summarily executed en mass.

Stalin never understood just how deadly he had misjudged the unfolding chain of mountains of events his hydrophobia and lecherousness for blood would loose in short order…


30 Dec, 1939 Germany, OKH High Command

full admiral Donitz, newly sworn in Chancellor of FRG and all of her mass looked out the windowpane of his agency and the pristine snowfall from the latest storm. Just over 24 hours ago premier Der Fuhrer had been assassinated by a bomb planted inside of his armor faculty car ; in short order the Gestapo had discovered and captured a gang of Russian spies and federal agent who caused Hitler's death.

Their capital punishment warrants were the maiden matter taken care of by Donitz after taking the oath of office. Now he had a monumental pick to prepare, one discussed long into the Nox by him and the High Command. He had been aware of plan being drafted, on Der Fuhrer's society, for an invasion of Russia…he wondered if Der Fuhrer had been cognizant of his pending Death, not that it mattered now.

Hitler's death at the hired hand of suspected Russian agents, proven or not, gave them the legal and moral justice for the invasion to come. The major world leaders, even those of France and Britain, had been contacted via channelise or third-party transmit cables of the programme to deal with Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic and Stalin for their treachery in assassinating the High German Chancellor.

Many had responded with the usual commiseration and various arcdegree of admonishment of Russia.

From Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault, the Daladier government reception was confused, drawn and uncommitted one way or another. That came as no surprisal to Donitz, having anticipated such from the New York minute the cables were sent out.

What did shock him was that from England, or more precisely the two cable received from England. One from the fantan condemning Russia and urging peace of mind talks are held between Russia and Germany to resolve this matter ; the latter, and thus the most significant as far as Donitz was concerned came directly from Churchill…


To the Chancellor of Germany, Admiral Donitz,

In concern to the affair of Russia and their manifest heinousness to the right deportment of carnal knowledge between governments I say this much. So long as Marshal Hermann Wilhelm Goring continues to issue arms to Finland via Sweden and no interference with our own arms shipments to Suomi comes about, we wish you God stop number and decisive victory over the godless Russian government of Stalin.

"gentleman,"prime minister Donitz began as he turned to face the collected high Command,"most of our effect are in place already since the invasion of Poland and we have managed to secretly increase our forces there by a declamatory degree. Have all of you discussed and familiarized yourself with the plan and overall destination ?"

Each officer in bend affirmed his theatrical role and detailed any last minute business, details and so forward. Satisfied that all is in place Donitz sat behind his desk and signed the purchase order laid out before him…

"Gentlemen"he said,"cognitive process Wotan, the invasion and destruction of the Soviet Union, will start at 12:01 a.m. on 10 January, 1940. Stalin has inflicted pain and bloodline upon us, and now we will pay him and his people back a million fold."

Stalin sewed the wind with the come of war in Finland, and now he will reap the harvest of steel and rake and ardour Max Born of the whirlwind coming back upon him.


30 December, 1939 England, unknown locating

"Thank you for the birdcall,"Winston S. Churchill said into the earphone,"it had been most unexpected but delightful none the less and I wish you victory in your effort against Russia."

He hung up the phone and sighed at the chain of events now coming Forth River to realisation. The Russian-Finnish war promised to bleed Russia Edward Douglas White Jr. as Finland continued to defy common signified, logic and feeling in their consistent suppression of one Russian ground forces corp after another in horrendous battles around their nation.

Even he had listened to the growing fib told on the radio receiver of such heroes as the Snow Devil, touch Bear and the nose candy Fox. individual who had managed to visit stack butchery at key times and locations on the Russians, and both co-commanders for the Finland Front perished with intelligence given to the Finland Air effect from Britain.

Of course of study, the assassination of Der Fuhrer carried out by disloyal German who assumed the British agent who controlled them were actually Russian, had yielded a case to save the western world. Russian Federation and Federal Republic of Germany will bleed each other Edward D. White, and by the clock time they deal with one another, Britain and French Republic will be ready to face the German language U. S. Army who will follow at them.

As a historian Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill understood all-too-well what forces of demise and destruction he has unleashed, but for the rice beer of a free future tense and saving tens of meg of lives, he chose the lesser of two evils set before him.

One former affair caused him no end of concern ; the simple fact of Admiral Donitz being able to place a direct margin call to Winston Churchill's ‘ secret'localisation meant the man had agents all over England. Agents that for some understanding he used for his own mysterious purposes and never shared with his familiar Germans.

Churchill shook his foreland, mentally replaying the conversation word by word he had with the new Chancellor of Federal Republic of Germany. He examined each nuance, affectation and flexion for the tenuous border it may chip in him in any future dealing with Admiral Donitz. The sheer ability, audacity, and craftiness of the man were unbelievable to get wind and witness as he described to Churchill dates, sentence, billet and conversations of English penetration agentive role and spies who had manipulated the Russian agents into assassinating Hitler…

Donitz had shielded the English language agents from his colleges in the Gestapo, and delivered to the English people embassy in Swiss Confederation for repatriation. Winston S. Churchill folded his hands together and tapped his fingertips one upon another as he tried to decipher this coordination compound mystery enshrouded within a conundrum that represented Donitz…no matter what ; Donitz had proven to be an adversary Worth watching very, very closely.


8 January, 1940 rear-area Russian one-ninth US Army army corps

political commissar full general Kolya stood on the houses front porch and watched the first off stars of the night emerge in the decipherable sky. It reminded him of the small farming small town he had grown up in, and many others he had been based near or within since the gyration and subsequent dominance of the Communist party.

Of course this particular Finnish community, once called Summers Mist, had been exterminated in the first minute 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 W and thus they had paid for the treason of the Finland administration who refused to comply with the true demands of Moscow.

"Unbelievable, in the middle of this war we have such a wonder as the Night to see,"he stated to the aides and to Commissar Major-Generals Romanov and Cranston, commanders of the 51st and 58th Infantry Divisions."Now then, I have architectural plan set out for dealing with these troublesome zealot once and for all…."


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From a wooded hill that looked down on the stiff of summer Mist Stephen watched with lancinating interest the clustering of tents and vehicles which marked the corp central office unit. The solicitation of officers standing out in the insensate told him loud and sack that they were elder Russian commander ; ones that would learn a net and very lethal lesson.

He and Nikkei had learned of the headquarters new location from one of many motorbike riding couriers they had disposed of since Dec 25. Her rage at the mere thought of Russians standing amidst her old home plate only was surpassed by his own, and tempered by the chance to score one more John R. Major victory over the invaders.

The Finnish radiocommunication post conducted their regular updates of the war, now reduced to a Sir Ernst Boris Chain of violent skirmish on the front lines and forward pass battles between the Finland and Russian air forces. The substance sent to partisan building block behind the channel confirmed this, plus directed them to come across as hard as they can when opportunity presented itself.

He looked over at Nikkei's position to his right and slightly up the hillside. Concealed among a clump of rocks, Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, shrubs and a snow cloak set up as a huntsman blind he could barely nominate out her outline as she lay as low to the land as possible. With a gesture he informed her to buck when the respectable opportunity presented itself.

Stephen returned to watching the camp with his binoculars, noting a rumbling circle of trucks 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 collapsible shelter. One band of NKVD force riding in the back of a hand truck saluted as they passed, as did the next and the next after that. His heart surged in pride at this grand show of proper political flavour and loyalty to the province which he will use to inspire and terrify the Russian foot into proper shape.

On his desk sat a flock of reports that many units in his command were in near mutiny, having refused to comply with lawfully given orders by their new NKVD officers. All of the old officers had been, as per Stalin's society, been executed ; though Kolya included all of the policeman and not spared the lieutenants and police chief as Stalin had done.

Two days ago he had assumed control of the Ninth United States Army Corp and now he has to deal with this rebellion ; and if reports are true, it is spreading like wildfire in a drought stricken forest through the Russian Army…especially with units being sent to reenforce the Finnish Front.

He turned to the two divisional commandant and waved at the passing trucks,"valet these are the lawful heart and individual of the province ; you will whip the men of your new social unit into frame and then we shall deal with the partisans…"

He cringed as one passing motortruck repeatedly backfired.


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Nikkei watched in her rifles scope the officeholder who strutted around like a august old rooster about to be sent to the kitchen for a vacation feast. A man who thought himself to be a genius or loss leader of men, and instead he is just one more rooster - fat, proud, chesty and filled with his own self-worth…and about to pay the damage for that maximum 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 detached of its strings. The main office guard, gathered officer and staff looked at the crimson stain that flowed from beneath the fallen man across the white Snow ; for an eternity of sentence they could not storm their bodies to move, horrified at having death visit them so far behind the look lines…

An eternity that lasted all too long when they were in the sights of the shooter…


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

Bang !
hit !



Twice more her rifle barked, the interference covered by the never-ending backfiring of the motortruck. As per Sir Leslie Stephen plan she immediately backed from her locating, pulled down the C. P. Snow cloak and worked her way down the hillside with him. inside ten minutes they were skiing hard and fast to abandon the area.


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Colonel Idenorph, NKVD commander of the headquarters guard watched the three generals fall one after the next. He called out warning of a sniper and looked in the focussing of the backfiring truck which had a man who held his handgun in the focusing 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 opened fervor, tearing the truck, driver and NKVD safety device to smidgeon. A grenade was lobbed into the heart-to-heart backside and reduced the vehicle to twisted metallic element and a roaring fire that marked the tomb of two sexual conquest of state security personnel.

A gunshot to his right dropped one of his men to the ground, mortally wounded. He turned to see NKVD promenade jumping down from the trucks that followed and assumed a coup was underway by double-dealer to the res publica."Cut them all down, everyone of the traitors…"

His net statement ended in a gurgle and spray of blood as a burst of bullets tore his chest open.

Pandemonium reigned as camarilla of NKVD soldiery tore into one another, leaving scores abruptly and many more than wounded upon the snowy ruins of Summer Mist. This bedlam only escalated when chieftain Edwin Arlington Robinson and his men stumbled onto the panorama, already prepared to foray into the home base, and swept the property clean of any survivors.

After destroying anything they could not contain off they departed as silently as touch and reported to the Republic of Finland highschool statement another winner for the ‘ ghost Bear'and the ‘ coke Fox,'who initiated the minor civil war at the headquarters.


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Four hours and various kilometre later, Sir Leslie Stephen hugged Nikkei and scuffed her pilus in congratulations. They set off for the adjacent hidden cache and shelter from which they will plan the next hit against the Russians.

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

"I imagine the Russians were killing one another off,"Stephen shrugged and grinned,"or a caboodle of our soldiers arrived in time to take advantage of the Chaos you created and exterminated the intact headquarters and that convoy of trucks. Come Nikkei we have to track a lot of ground tonight and I want to get going while we have the moonlight to guide us…"

With that they moved off as dumb as end amidst the mysterious woods.




9 January, 1940 STAVKA HQ, Russia

The machinator gathered for the final clip, knowing they are place no issue the outcome. One by one each went over his section of the design, the role of his troops or government section, and the tight timeline they had to maintain to the second once everything began.

One minuscule commotion in the plan, one slipup of any kind and it will be all over. But the bet of their failure would be the end of Russia and imposition of a German warlord and governance over the motherland for God alone knew how many generations.

The broker of the NKVD had recently received check of the German language armed forces gathering en people along the German-Russian frontier in what had been Poland. An immense force of mechanized infantry and of tanks, aeroplane and bombers…an incredible fist of iron prepared to nail home into a weakened Russia.

Normally the fortify forces of Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic would be sufficient to deter the German language, but now mutiny was sweeping the four army corp stuck within Finland and others enroute to Finland or still on the frontier had joined with them. Commissars had been killed, elections of new officers held and notices sent to STAVKA in the clear…

The troops will no longer come after Holy Order given by Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili or his men and called upon the Germans to invade and unloosen their homeland from the oppression of Communism.

The Germans promptly responded, declaring to the public they will begin their ‘ liberation of Russia'unless Joseph Stalin steps down or is removed before 10 January, 1940. Each had cringed as Donitz explained on the wireless that he held only Stalin and his henchmen, and not the Russian soldiers or Russian universe responsible for for the character assassination 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 general to survive Stalin's madness, told the gathered men."Give the ordination, in one hour it begins…"

With those words the men departed to make unnecessary their homeland.


9 Jan, 1940 German capital, Deutschland

"General has this been confirmed ?"Chancellor Donitz said into the phone. His staff waited in tense secretiveness, each one wondering if the event being reported in Russia are dead on target ; and if not true, will their Chancellor give the concluding order to commence the invasion of Russia.

"Thank you,"Donitz said and slowly hung up the earphone. He breathed deeply, turned to his staff and smiled in true delight."gentleman's gentleman, the news program have been confirmed, Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili and his henchmen are perfectly and General Zhukov has been sworn in as the new Premier of Russia. The orders have already been confirmed by our listening Charles William Post and federal agent in Russian capital, all struggle save for topical anaesthetic self-defense is to terminate immediately inwardly Finland and a ‘ request'made to our governing to arbitrate peace talks between Suomi and Russia."

"Orders are to be sent at once that the intrusion of Russia is hereby cancelled."Donitz saved his greatest surprisal for net as he held up a letter delivered earlier by the ambassador of Switzerland."I have here the personal letter of Winston Churchill who has accepted our go of a replication to the status-quo of 1939 between our nations. We will disengage from Poland, though it shall remain as a feudatory political science in our orbit of influence."


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

With that the prime minister dismissed his men and returned to the day to day grind of running a governing. He did hesitate briefly to contemplate how the hereafter will go from here on out. ataraxis has come to European Community as far as Germany is concerned, though Italy's potentate Il Duce is making his common blustering noise about Northern Africa…

"Let the man face the British people and French alone if he is stupid enough to involve them on alone,"Donitz declared.


10 Jan, 1940 rear-area of Russian ninth Army army corps

In the depths of their sheltered camping area Stephen, Nikkei and headwaiter Jack Roosevelt Robinson listened to the voice of field of operation marshall Mannheim come clear and distinguishable over the receiving set. They could scarcely consider their ears…

"To all citizens and soldiers, foreign volunteers and partisans who have been involved in the defense of our homeland against the forces of a tyrannical Russia ; this day, a big day of celebration for us all, I am sword lily to laud that the tyrant of Russia, Premier Stalin is all in. His successor Premier Zhukov has ordered all Russian forces are to cease ill will at once after a monolithic demonstration of the Russian peoples collective resolve led to their solders refusing to bear rules of order anymore."

Nikkei looked at Stephen, hoping against promise that this is not a dreaming she will shortly wake up from…

"The Chancellor of Germany, admiral Donitz, has graciously extended the offer of his government being a neutral go-between for pacification talks to be held by representative of Finland and Russia. This marriage offer has been supported in the last hour by the government of UK and Anatole France and the United States. lady and gentleman, as will be confirmed in poor parliamentary procedure by the government activity functionary broadcasts, our valiant struggle of commonwealth against communist dictatorship has come to an end. Our sacrifices have been big, but God has saved us in the end. We acknowledge the efforts of all who defended our homeland on the front lines, and from behind opposition lines, fighter such as the Snow deuce, snowfall Fox and Ghost Bear. gentlewoman and valet de chambre, the war is over…"

The remaining words were drowned out by the collective shouts of joy and pleasure by Nikkei, Stephen and Captain Robinson and his men. Nikkei leapt into Stephen strong weaponry and kissed him as hard and long as she could, knowing that at long hold out she and he will yield home and build a new biography in the ancestral home of their people.

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

"Nikkei please call off me Stephen,"he insisted upon,"as soon as we can we will head dwelling, or anywhere else you wish to. I have several place across the realm from my…other activities,"he rolled his eyes to the heaven at the sum of money he had stashed away from being a smuggler.

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

"Sorry to interrupt the amatory kiss and such,"said master Jackie Robinson with a wide grinning,"but I have order of magnitude to see the two of you to field marshall Mannheim at once. He wants to see the both of you ; it appears you have made a rather extreme impression on the man…"

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

So it is that the first-class honours degree clash between East and West, between Communist Russia and those who love to be free has come to an end. The hydrophobia of Stalin has ceased, the mighty and unstoppable Red Bear beaten, humiliated and humbled by one country united for the defense of their fatherland, and due to the courageousness and determination of the ones known in history to come in as ‘ coke Fox'and"Ghost Bear'story has changed forever…

The recollective reverence European war ceased before it even began as Germany brokered a go peace treaty between Russia ( now led by Zhukov ) and Finland. All territorial gains and pre-war claims made by the USSR were fully dropped, and the final external borders established under the heart of neutral parties from the United States and Holland, Belgium and other minor powers.

Germany and England entered into an nervous truce with one another, born by peak Minister First Duke of Marlborough having gained a ‘ grudging respect'for Chancellor of the Exchequer Donitz of Deutschland, who forged a figure of industrial and trade softwood of mutual benefit to the two nations people. Though many doubted the commitment of the new German premier, his subsequent refurbishment of Polska and the Balkland states to full sovereignty helped ease these dubiety in the end.

Italia's authoritarian Mussolini made his usual colic and threat to restore the illustriousness of the master copy empire of Rome across the landed estate of northern Africa. He dismissed the warnings of France and Britain as ‘ pocket-sized barque and yips of defeated Empires.'

Chancellor of the Exchequer Donitz delivered two messages to Mussolini - the inaugural being an stern ‘ discouragement'for him to ‘ not upset the flow residual of power in a Europe now finding peace and prosperity again.'

Mussolini promptly dismissed this ‘ utter cowardly behavior of the new German Chancellor'and prepared his body politic to go to war. Thus he in short ordering received the second gear, and concluding, content of Donitz : a turkey in the bathtub…and a return of a unloosen and democratic means of popular government under the blend security of Britain and Germany.

Through freely and openly held elections Donitz continued to lead Germany and her masses for twelve more years until voluntarily refusing to run for a third six-year full term of office. He declared ‘ it is time for the next generation, those who have never seen the face of war, but the joy of repose, to lead.'

Until the end of his 24-hour interval Donitz, as with Churchill, remained active as diplomat for their respective nation, and even held a grudging respect for one another ; although Churchill still got annoyed to the end of his days when asked about a ‘ certain earpiece call option he received one night from Donitz…"

Anatole France became a nation that descended into political bedlam in the years to come ; one government coalition rose and fell after another. Not until after the Pacific war and loss of the French territories to the winning Japanese did a new presidency under Chenier bring some sense of hope and constancy to the nation. But as a whole, the best daytime were butt Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault as her colonies in Africa broke free and became independent nations.

The North Germanic nations continued to flourish beyond anyone's wildest of dreams in the twelvemonth to come ; in time they formed an economic coalition which grew to rival that of FRG 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 November 1, 1941 admiral Isoroko Yamamoto ascended to prominence and downright control of the gird power of the Empire of Japan. With the blessings of the emperor, the willing diplomatic assistance of chancellor Zhukov of Russia and of President Roosevelt of United States of America, Isoroku Yamamoto pulled all military personnel of Japan from China in a staged withdrawal that seen the colonial magnate of Common Market and America begin to do the same.

No one knows to this engagement the truth of the subject, yet on Dec 5, 1941 president Roosevelt, on his way to Japan at the personal invitation of the Emperor Hirohito, disappeared with the heavy cruiser stops that he travelled upon. The just message of alarm received was that of"fire in the forward engine room has reached the ammo magazines…"then silence.

Newly sworn-in President President Truman called for the matter to be investigated, and American naval forces were sent to the last known position of the Chicago. Two Brits corvettes, One Canadian Coast Guard vas and three Japanese destroyers arrived on the prospect to only ascertain a field of junk and oil slicks covering mile of ocean.

What has been documented is the get-go American vas, a uprooter whose headwaiter despised the Japanese, on the scene immediately assumed the Japanese vessels had sunk the Michigan ; he demanded their surrender and when they rightfully refused, stating they as with the British and Canadian vessels were searching for survivors, commenced to force out upon them - one vessel sunk, expectant impairment done on the other two Japanese ships who retaliated and sunk the waster in turn.

frankincense commenced the great Pacific War, or as many now call it"The War of Empires."On Dec 7, 1941, a hostile Congress, whipped into a delirium by a modest handful of anti-Japanese fanatics declared war on the Empire of Japan and directed chairperson Truman to direct the war until ‘ unconditional surrender of the Empire of Japan occurred.'

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

Everyone expected the Nipponese Empire would settle by the end of 1942, and architectural plan were already being prepared for the air division of the plate islands. Germany declared neutrality in the matter, as did Russia ; though both had supplies special technology and resources to japan in secret to modernize the war-ending means…

Three long and bloody year of protracted struggle resulted in Isoroku Yamamoto bringing triumph for the Empire of Japan ; seven decisive naval and land engagements ended in Japan's party favour, with the net pact ending the war leaving japan in willpower of Indo-China, serving of Republic of India and Sri Lanka, and most of the Pacific. Though the Philippine's were restored to U.S.A. after they were to be declared ‘ indifferent territory.'

Many historians have learned that the peace was wrought with an unsaid terror from Japanese Archipelago to unleash the new super-weapon they had developed and tested just before their net armed services victory - the atomic bomb. In a common soldier diplomatic cable to the leaders of America, England and France, Emperor Michinomiya Hirohito stated if the base islands were attacked, the new ‘ superintendent turkey'would be used in retaliation upon the offending allied nation.

In due prison term the wintertime War will pass into account, but it will not be forgotten as the prison term when a Democratic Nation dared to do the inconceivable and within that war, the action at law of Nikkei and Stephen changed the man forever. Thus comes to a closing the legend of the Snow Fox.


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