23 August, 1939 ( headline )

In a move that has shocked the political globe at expectant ; the politics of Germany and the marriage of Soviet Socialist Republics have concluded and signed a treaty of reciprocal non-aggression. The released financial statement of many worldly concern leaders has ranged across the spectrum, from unity of rejoicing that the prospects of another gravid war in EU has been avoided, to others who unofficially are seeking more information or are involved in a serial publication of ‘ intense discussions'with allied governments.


1 September, 1939 ( Headlines )

madam and gentlemen today it is my sad duty to harbinger that war has returned to the continent of Europe as on this day the build up forces of Germany have invaded western Poland. Heavy scrap is reported by all slope, with Deutschland announcing ‘ deep, monumental and sweeping penetration'by its gird violence. Allegedly the Polish regular army is already collapsing ; surrendering in ever growing numbers and the political science has fled the nation for asylum in Romania. Unofficial accounts from radiocommunication operators in Poland speak of continued resistance that is ‘ stout, strong and settle'in the nerve of the motiveless aggression of Germany.

Many world leaders have strongly denounced this hostility on the region of the government of Germany, with Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault, UK and the United States of US demanding that the U. S. Army of Germany finish all antagonism at once. This is to be followed by coitus interruptus to the original border, while an International mediation via the League of Nations occurs to finalize the matter of hostilities between the respective governments.

No comment has been relayed from the High German government.


3 September, 1939 ( Headlines )

On this day the crisis in Common Market has grown exponentially, with the regime of France and Britain officially declaring war upon the government of Deutschland for the invasion of Poland. Contacts within the respective armed services and regime departments tell that armed intervention in Poland, and the manoeuvre territorial invasion of Germany ‘ shall occur within a bridge player 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 than territory gained with each passing 60 minutes, while down generator report the principal jab of the German blitz has been blunted, but that the state casualties have been high. The announcement of the proclamation of war by France and Britain has brought renewed Leslie Townes Hope for the pester land.


17 Sep, 1939 ( Headlines )

In a relocation of vociferous expedience and aggression the armies of the conglutination of Soviet Socialist Republics have invaded easterly Poland. The representatives of the Soviet Union declared that the move is to see to it that law and order and stableness are maintained in the face of the complete collapse of the glossiness government activity. Within hours the move had been condemned by most members of the conference of Nations…


5 October, 1939 ( headline )

Poland has officially ceased to subsist according to the governments of Deutschland and the USSR. The small res publica of Latvia, Lithuania and Republic of Estonia have been annexed by the USSR after being coerced into signing one sided ‘ mutual defense pacts'with the telephone exchange communist government of Russia….

Unconfirmed written report honorable mention that officials from Republic of Finland have been invited to capital of the Russian Federation for ‘ word of a most specific nature concerning the mutual vindication of both countries.'One former high-level military policeman explained that usually means ‘ Moscow makes the threats and Finland will make concession, or there shall be war in the end…'


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Deep in the halls of STAVKA, Supreme home office for the armed force out of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, the get together leaders stand at attention as the lone man walked calmly in the doorway and silently proceeded to the head of the tenacious, map-covered table.

His every footfall echoed like thunder across the room, and heightened the thick tension that was further magnified by his aura of exponent, government agency, ruthlessness and determination. He reveled in the fear that radiated from all of those award, for all knew with a simple gesture, a nod, or one spoken word, he could take or break any or all of their careers, mail them to the gulag for lifetime, or have them summarily executed.

Taking his seat he motioned for all to sit and began to explain the matters at hired man."brother, the conquest of Poland and the annexation of Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia are nearing mop up. The ancient territories of our great Rodinia are nearly stark, with one vexing exception. Despite our most generous offers to them, the crawler of the Imperialist west, especially those of United Kingdom, who ‘ rule'in Finland, have slapped aside the hand of communist generosity."

"brother, as of now I am instructing all of you to ordain the architectural plan we have prepared for such an eventuality,"the man stated, hammering away on the table with his fist as his middle, moth-eaten and white-haired, blazed with fury and rage at the government who has defied him since he was forced to sign the 1921 Treaty of Tartu forced upon the peaceful people of the USSR by the decrepit and Imperialist-led League of Nations.

"Comrades, explain to me again every detail of the plans as they exist at this clock time, do not leave out one detail,"he declared as he motioned for the NKVD guard, member of the dread DoS security department apparatus, to check for the first mite of defeatism, hesitation or anything that may be construed as treason. For those so suspected the results would be publically declared ‘ a quiet and well make retirement'…

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

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

For nearly xx years he had fumed over the chagrin Finland and her Imperialist backers had inflicted upon him in 1921. So now he will induce his revenge and have the proper lands of the Old Russian Tsar's restored to the homeland, under proper Communist guidance of course.

He listened as the details were explained over several hours, with only one small summation proposed to ensure there will be no doubt as to ‘ Finnish aggression'being the causa of the coming invasion."Make it so,"said Stalin.


31 October, 1939 ( Headlines )

Today before the meeting place of the Supreme Soviet, Foreign parson Molotov, for the first time in public announced the terms ‘ requested'of the government of Finland to ‘ guarantee the defenses of the peaceable people of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.'

The ‘ requests,'a polite term for what to the highest degree people in the democratic nations of the world will forebode ‘ need at the point of a gun'were for land to be leased for thirty years, or transferred directly into the hands of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics while the government of Suomi would obtain in proceeds estate that is bleak and worthless. German chancellor Adolph Adolf Hitler has called upon the people of Suomi and their leadership to accept the terms peacefully while time remains for them to do so…

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


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Stephen half-listened to the news coming from the everyday radio broadcast that detailed the electric current body-build up of tension between Finland and Russia. Day by day the dialogue had been summarized in the typical way of Stalin and his cohorts…

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

computer memory of that ferocious meter played across his mind as he examined the masterly-crafted rifle that he held ; its pure purpose and balance, custom as a birthday 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 booster of his, whose designing were a generation or more ahead of their time.

Sir Leslie Stephen twirled and tossed the rifle ; rapidly worked the bolt-action to gain the final flavour of how smooth it will play when meter was of the essence - as he learned recently with a bear that almost had him for dinner. No flaw could be found, no blemish, no error in his greatest creation of all the firearms he has handcrafted in his life-time as an armorer, soldier, Orion and…dealer in commodity and stuff best left unexplained and preferably never found by federal agent of the law.

He and his admirer 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 doubling checked the harness for any flaw. Again he found none, his friends having done their study to absolute perfection.

"She will do it this rifle,"Stephen said as he mulled over the coming effect,"her birthday is on the 30th of November. I will be there and show her how to hound with her new rifle ; she will run as never before until all know her name."

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


24 November, 1939 ( headline )

tension continue to build between the government activity of Finland and the USSR as two counter proposals were made to find an honorable solution to the need of Moscow. Both proposals were summarily rejected as being completely unaccepted on the premise they would leave the Russia completely vulnerable in the region of Leningrad.

All diplomatic ties between Finland and the Soviet Union have been severed by the deviation of the Suomi party after being ordered home to Helsinki for ‘ consultations.'


26 Nov, 1939 ( newspaper headline )

Unconfirmed reports coming from the party tidings services of the USSR have declared a ‘ surprise and dastardly attack on Russian territory has occurred by units of the fascist politics of Republic of Finland upon pedagogy by their victor, the Imperialist Industrialists of the West.'

Foreign minister of religion Molotov has condemned this ‘ massacre of Russian youth and destruction of much Russian history in the border Village of Mainila…

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"My fellow comrades,"declared the legendary ‘ man of blade,'Premier Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili to the Soviet senior high command who stood at tending before the table where he sat."Negotiations have fallen through with the fascistic governing of Finland, and now we have this unprovoked assault upon our homeland. As per design already prepared for such an happening, the orders are henceforth given to you and your troops…just before break of day on 30 November the corking army of the Union of Soviet Socialist republic shall infest Suomi and set free her suppress the great unwashed who cry for freedom under a proper Communist government."

His anger flared hot in his middle and iron-cold in his words as he slammed his hand on the hard tabular array,"I will be very sack up in this matter. failure will not be tolerated ; the slightest sign of incompetency, cowardly action and lese majesty against the party or the nation will imply succinct murder by the NKVD. All decree and programme made will be approved by them before any are carried out. Remember, they answer to me alone…"

Needless to say everyone got the message.

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

Soon enough the disgrace inflicted upon him by Finland so long ago will be avenged, a benighted spot on his fierce reputation. Everyone pose knew that the parole he spoke of give way negotiation were simple window dressing, for the might of four Russian United States Army corporation was in plaza at key crossing full stop along the Suomi - Russian border.

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



30 November 1939 rear-area of Russian Ninth USA corporation

Major-General Yuri Bogdan watched the border region from the wooded rooftree just shy of the Finnish-Russian edge. The modest Village, little more than a hamlet not even worthy of a score on any functionary map, showed at the demarcation line of his binoculars, just one more minor obstacle for the G liberation of Finland that will be erased in a few more minutes.

He turned to the regimental commanders who surrounded him, each standing tall and proud, as he gave them his final program line in the great cause that is to commence. Each order was repeated back in precise item to him and to the naval division's chief commissar, Major-General Vitaly of the NKVD ( commonwealth security system ). All of the officers knew that one misstep, one unsuccessful person, one infringement, or the appearance of any of the said, can become grounds for compact execution by the NKVD.

Anyone doubting that only had to glint at the freshly turned earth that marked thirty grave of fella military officer who were shot an minute ago for ‘ inappropriate lack of fighting spirit for the crusade of the state.'

"Comrades,"Major-General Bogdan spoke to the gathered officers,"our division has been granted the honour of spearheading the crusade in the liberation of our communistic brethren from the fascists who currently rule Finland. As you know, LE than 72 hours ago, our sovereign grunge was violated in a mete clash designed to provoke the world's fellow feeling for the banditti drawing card of Finland and thus deform them against our honorable leader Comrade Stalin."

He watched Major-General Vitaly casually stroll back and forth around the officers, as one would await of a rancher or Farmer inspecting his prized solicitation of kine and steers before sending them to market. He went on with his language,"Comrades, each of us will carry out our parts to perfection, and we will exert tuner silence as per US Army Headquarters orders until apprise otherwise. Use the motorbike courier you have well and with due application, no opportunity to break down the foeman must be wasted."

He hammered his clenched fist into his gloved hand,"Speed, shock and unrelenting pressure level, this is how we shall split this plane section of the front line wide open and advance ever onward. All captive taken are to be sent to our comrades of State security system unless directed, as per orders signed by prime minister Comrade Stalin, otherwise by each regiments commissar or by orders of Major-General commissar Vitaly."

He pointed to the recently filled graves to one incline of the cumulate police officer,"Understand, there is to be no retirement or giving up,"his phonation deepened as his rage mounted,"those who do so are shamefaced of treason and shall be dealt with swiftly as these traitors to the United States Department of State have been dealt with."

"Now return to your regiments and get fix to track the border as per plans,"he watched the officers salute and flee for their staff fomite like a panicked assembly of hare in the quite a little of a band of hawks on the hunt.

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Stephen had just crested the small hills summit when he heard the firstly thundering of artillery unleashed from across the border. He watched in repulsion as flak after crushing eruption of shank plate and rockets landed around the hamlet of Summers Mist, where his granddaughter Nikkei's birthday party is taking plaza, a day of joy and happiness as his motherland neared war that no one wanted to throw happen.

Sadly, as the clouds of smoke and churned earth merged with the cries and screams of his family line and friends, he knew the war no one wanted had begun. He shouldered the cloth-wrapped present he had spent so many months crafting for Nikkei's birthday, and felt the tears flow down his buttock as he watched his world taken from him for the instant clock time in his life by warfare.


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Her world spun in a haze of nuisance and dizziness as she struggled to open her eyes. The soft crackle of a ardour flooded her ears and the mixture of cooking heart and soul, burning forest and other odors assaulted her sense of smell with overwhelming force play. She struggled to come up, slowly lifting herself onto her human elbow and then falling back to the ground still enshrouded by the midst mantle someone had put over her while she was unconscious.

A figure leaned down next to her and handed her a cup of frigid H2O that she guzzled down, all but choking upon its cool down descent into her sear backtalk and throat.

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

"Grandpa what happened,"Nikkei asked, not comprehending his death Book he had said to her,"Where are all the others, mama and papa and my brothers…"She stopped upon seeing the expression that showed upon his expression, understanding at conclusion what had happened to everyone else.

"No grandpa, no not that, please not that,"she said, collapsing into his subdivision as he drew her finish. She broke down completely, the SOB coming hard and fast for the red of her entire kinfolk."Why grandpa, why did this get to come about ?"

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

Actually he did live, having followed the intense negotiations between the Finnish-Soviet governments. Each day the USSR had become more and more demanding in the conceding it sought, making it clear with none-too-subtle threats and gesture that war would be the upshot economise for complete and flat surrender of all territorial demands made…a Sir Ernst Boris Chain of demands that Sir Leslie Stephen knew could not be accepted by Finland.

Yet he, like most in the hamlet, had hoped for common good sense and peace to come about. So it was that Nikkei's eighteenth birthday offered a time to celebrate and for the community to draw a blank about the outside world for a short time…then the onslaught arrived, slaughtering nearly everyone and destroying every building in the area.

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

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

He looked into her pain-filled eyes, glad for something to distract her even for a dead metre from the crushing going of all that she had known."This is my natal day gift for you Nikkei, just as I promised to earn cobbler's last year, one all of your own."

Nikkei watched as Sir Leslie Stephen untied the package and removed a rifle scabbard from beneath the sail. He turned and presented it to her as if she were a queer of some disregarded land worthy of a rarified and precious gift from her people.


She took the rifle scabbard in her hands and laid it across her lap, stroking the voiced leather covered in Andrew D. White fur. The rifles gillyflower, made of finely lacquered Grant Wood carved in elaborated epitome of her hunting in the deep woodwind spoke of Sir Leslie Stephen's acquisition as a passe-partout gun manufacturer and armorer.

Gently Nikkei pulled it free of the scabbard and examined it for some time, feeling the precise balance and form that already felt a natural extension of her. The telescopic muckle glistened in the piano firelight, and she spotted the key signature of an old friend of her grandfathers, a man who made masterwork eye superior to level the okay made in Germany.

Two terrific hoarded wealth for her natal day ; such a swag of riches she felt unworthy of possessing let unequaled being able to hold in her hands.

"gramps 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 last year Nikkei,"he said with a grin. He had made one mistake on the hunt he had taken her on, one moment of nonperformance in which the bear reared up and threatened his life. Nikkei proved the quicker though, as she placed three bullet into the bears heart and heading and thus mortally wounded the brute. It still fought on for some 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 ma and papa could own seen this, along with everyone else…'she began to sob again as the verity slammed home hard in her bosom. Her fellowship is gone forever, as are her friends, all save for Stephen. Something deep in her somebody snapped, flooding her with a fiery resolve that consumed her in an twinkling. The animal who had done this to them will be made to pay, and in blood.

"Grandpa, where are the goliath who did this, where are they ?"she demanded, her vocalization filled with anger and ramp none could have 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 matter if in the end it cost her own life.

He shook his head, recalling the time back in the struggle of 1918 when Finland won its independence from the Tsar's of Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, and the prison term of bother which followed. He had been a colonel then, and for a fourth dimension he fought as a partisan behind the line of business, becoming such a scourge on his enemies that they called him ‘ Ghost Bear.'

"And so history will double itself…"he whispered. That drew a curious smell from Nikkei who still waited for his answer.

"Nikkei we are going to get you to safety and then I and some friends will begin to fight these demon, I will not lose…oh why I even bother…'He snorted and rolled his eyes to the heavens as she struggled to endure up and surprise out of the pocket-sized cabin to go it alone."God above, she is more like me than even her mama could accept figured…"

"Nikkei hold on there,"he grabbed her as she began to collapse to the story, still woozy from the blow to her head."Fine then, I have a few things to get cook for our hunt, we will be zealot then here in our area of the woods and mound ; one matter emphatically, I call the shots and we do this my way until we have driven those monsters out of our homeland."

"mulct 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 words became unintelligible as she drifted off into slumber.


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As Nikkei slumbered away the day, Stephen headed off into the woods, making contact with some old Quaker who dealt in matters best left unmentioned in the presence of the authorisation. They had prepared for the prospect of war coming, establishing caches of arms and other gear around the area for a dance orchestra of partisans to use if they needed it…and now they will, for once again ‘ spook Bear'will accede into war and wee his foe pay for their crimes in blood.

He continued on into the Grant Wood, seeking a spot where his personal cache of ‘ special commodity'waited retrieval.

As the destination came into passel, little more than a cluster of rock candy and bush covering a low cavern in their profundity he reached into his coat and rested his hand upon the hilt of his hunting knife. The lightheaded odor of cigar tobacco filtered through the air, coming closer with each passing s, soon to be joined with the soft compaction - crunching of several pair of snowshoes coming towards him.

He edged into the nearby shrub and trees, concealing himself so as to come along as little More than another small clump of rocks at the base of a mighty northern pine as the hoi polloi who followed him closed in, step by gradation, and into striking aloofness of his ambush…

Lightning fast he slammed his elbow into the gut of the man who had snuck up behind him, following up with a clenched fist to his foes throat, as he grabbed the man by his pelage and dragged him to the primer. Stephen pulled out his knife to give birth the demise blow and suddenly stopped as the man beneath him gently chuckled.

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

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

"Stephen is it then,"began Sir Robert Robinson,"we're here to reconnoiter and harass the advancing Soviet Army as it heads up the road. soul has to stay behind and become partisans, though from the grin on your face I assume you already have begun that labor ?"

"In a manner of speaking,"Stephen filled in his old student and Quaker in on his plans."Right now I am off to reach others in the expanse who will determine and strike as they can. Even in our independent ways, we can go together and make the Russians animation a life hell."

Jack Roosevelt Robinson nodded as he caught the subtle usage of ‘ we'in his last sentence, apprisal of another who will hunt the Russians with Stephen.

"Fair enough Sir Leslie Stephen,"Robert Robinson said as his men advanced, shocked to see their leader talking to an old man who appeared to fall out of nowhere. He looked at Stephen and asked of his old Friend,"So then, what name will our occult hunter be called ?"

Stephen grinned, knowing then and there Robinson will go along with anything he asked or needed done,"The Snow Fox, for we will shew the true cunning us Fins have when on our household reason. Now I have to get a few former things done and ‘ acquired'then the hunt will begin."

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


3 December 1939 near front line of Russian 163rd foot segmentation


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

Over a dozen more soldiers, young lieutenants and captains, stood around or waited in their own staff cars for instructions from the superior general. Almost all of them gazed from metre to time to the advancing melody of trucks, tanks and tank-riding infantry that snaked its way along the 1 road ever deeper into Suomi. The distant ground-shaking roar of the artillery no longer registered with them, having become little more than background knowledge noise in the fourth day of their lightning fasting ( sort of ) pace of the attack.

Major-General Bogdan stood high up upon the cowl of his car as he scanned the horizon with his fine binoculars, a gift from his granddad many long yr past. His foiling mounted by the minute at the self-will of the Finnish withstander who have defied his ability to smash through them for the utmost three daylight. Three 24-hour interval and his section were barely twenty international mile across the border.

"velocity, velocity and ever more speed. That is how we win this war, speed, electrical shock and sturdy aggression against any who stand against us,"he muttered to himself."Captain Craigson, check that all regimental and lower commanding officer understand the rescript. brutal insistency, there will be no more withdrawing or moving early than at the foeman ahead. Any nonstarter and I will personally shoot the officers myself if need be."

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

Major-General Bogdan growled as he watched his section slowly crawl down the road."The Finnish lackey's of the Imperialist Cicily Isabel Fairfield and Capitalists will discover what it means to defy the Soviet Union. We will necessitate back what is rightfully ours since long before the rotation began. They wanted war, so now they shall have it and we will rebuild their society into a on-key commie state as it should be."

His mood suddenly brightened at the sight of a of a barrage of truck-mounted roquette catapult and two batteries of artillery moved off the road and began to set up for firing at targets located by his scouts. So lots firepower being set up meant that at least a battalion or two of enemy soldiers had gathered to make a despairing final standstill against his armor and infantry tearing ever cryptical into their homeland.

The sound of a motorbike informed him that a courier had arrived, and he nodded in satisfaction as the man stopped his motorcycle, handed his eminence to Captain Dima who double-timed it to the general. When he read the banker's bill, Major-General Bogdan felt his blood boil as he shouted, raged and cursed while directing another minibike mounted messenger to motivate forward and tell his divisional main office to push his three lead regiments forward with all focal ratio or face writ of execution at his own hands.

He cursed the orders of ‘ absolute wireless silence'that came from his higher-up at US Army HQ's fifty or more miles behind his division."Damn them for their rebelliousness to the needs of the country of origin !"he shouted while shaking his fist in the direction of the Finnish defenders.

Nearby another aged officer smiled at the downright fury of Major-General Bogdan. Of course when this officeholder smiled, all the attender policeman of the general cringed, instantly coming to attending and saluting, if only to pull through their own lives, not knowing expiry stalked all of them from another position…



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"Say what you will that one has a bit of a temperament problem,"Stephen said as he eased the binoculars down from his eyes. Clad in solid-white winter clothing his eyes shifted across the horizon and then across the land before him. Even the slightest apparent movement drew his attention as he quickly dismissed it as the lead, an brute or a Russian Soldier moving around on some mission or another.

He watched a 2nd officer, probably the NKVD opposite number of the officer who stood atop his cars strong-armer, saunter with stark arrogance and insolence becoming of a political commissar of high rank and file over to the vehicle and raise upon the exhaust hood as well. The remaining officers stood at a respectable distance, all save for the officer's device driver who looked and moved like a small terrier determined to protect its master from a pack of ravenous wolves.


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"Yes comrade they do have got it coming for their defiance to the needs of the motherland,"said Major full general Vitaly, Political political commissar for the division of Major-General Bogdan."It appears you are ahead of schedule by a bit, despite word coming of some immunity run into by your leading elements."

"Comrade Commissar it is serious to see you up and about."Major-General Bogdan said as he gave his comrade the ripe salute he could manage."We are pushing hard for our days objective and I have ordered the men to crusade all the harder. There is some reported resistance, yet we shall press laborious than before and shatter them completely. In short order of magnitude any prisoners 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 acres of defiant banditti."


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To Stephens left, slightly higher up upon the craggy heap of endocarp and shrubs among the great pine timberland a pair of bluish eyes stared at the officers through the setting of her rifle. She slowly brought her hand up to the orbit and made some minute adaption, allowing her to lot with the reach, wind and former variables to place her shot right on target when the moment arrived.

Both policeman on the cars hood turned to watching the horizon through their binoculars.

She drew the crosshairs level with the newly arrived military officer's skull, and braced the rifles strain against her shoulder while resting her finger on the trigger.

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

One last reckoning of the chain of mountains and all variables flowed through her mind as she squeezed the trigger…


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Major-General Bogdan smiled as the heavy ordnance sounded off, the meretricious roaring of the howitzers merging with the screaming cry of Katyusha roquette tearing off from their truck-mounted rocket launcher. He shook his fist in joy, imagining the slaughter beginning to go down on the hapless Suomi regular army regulars'just kilometers ahead when he felt something wet splatter across the slope of his straits, left arm and chest.


He turned in time to see the body of Major-General Vitaly collapse to the soil with all of the grace of a slaughter Sus scrofa. The sight of the gaping wound left from the heater his head had intercepted caused Bogdan to freeze, unable to move, speak, or even think. He knew then and there that end was only moments away from claiming him in its icy hands.

Major Joseph leapt upon the cars hood and tackled Major-General Bogdan. The bullet meant for the universal took the man in the back, severed his spine and ruptured his core, dead before he and the general plummeted to the ground, sheltered by the panoplied car from the snipers fire.

chaos reigned in the superior general social unit as some of the men ran to facilitate Major-General Bogdan and the fallen Commissar and John Major Joseph. The quietus dove for the nearest natural covering they could see and hark back flame with pistol, rifle or sub-machinegun at suspected sniper fix as the field of battle artillery continued to thunder away and make it nearly impossible for one man to hear another even closing curtain up.

With mechanical efficiency, one officer after another flopped to the primer coat, a single red wound found in their rupture throats or skulls. In to a lesser extent than two minutes, as the artillery fell silent once again and their crews commenced preparations to affect on down the road, 13 men lay dead on ground, while the survivors huddled in the protective shadow of book binding, not daring to make a motion or even breath.

Even the normally unflappable Major-General Bogdan looked about, stunned and overwhelmed at the sheer mass murder wrecked by some unknown foes in such a short span of time. It was over a half-hour before he regained his composure and shouted out fiat to go the unit to his divisions main office and even foresighted to notify ground forces headquarters of the loss of Major-General Vitaly.

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"Come Nikkei its time to leave and quickly,"Stephen said to her as he finished wiring the last of many ‘ gifts'he had set out earlier to further penalize the Russians when they came to investigate the domain. As he considered the carnage to derive from his ‘ gifts,'Stephen and Nikkei donned their skis and disappeared into the Sir Henry Wood little Thomas More than twin spectre headed to one of many temporary worker shelter they will issue forth to use in the week and month ahead.


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The spate of the snaking lead of storage tank, truck, artillery and infantry which pushed ever deeper into his homeland sickened Captain Robinson. He wondered how much of a chance his nation honestly had to cease this unyielding mass of metal and men bent upon the nail conquest of Finland.

One of his men tapped him on his shoulder and pointed down to the roadside where a violence of infantry began to pile up under the enrage orders of military officer watched by stern-eyed NKVD Commissars. Some of the officers, led by a Commissar Major, examined one country of priming coat and the dead body left behind after some kind of ambuscade had occurred.

A quick count of the infantry told him that he and his men faced a reinforced party of Russian soldiers, who began to spread out. Some marched unto a small crag of stone and shrub while the remainder headed towards Lennox Robinson and his men at a brisk base on balls. He could see that the penis of this sec band were hesitant and on edge, though their fearfulness of the commissars outweighed any danger from the woodlands ahead of them.


senior pilot Sugar Ray Robinson and his handful of men dropped down under cover as a minor explosion erupted from that rocky crag, felling over a dozen Russian soldiers. bedlam erupted as a instant blast erupted, unleashing a wave of alloy chip, nails, and other projectile that wounded a account and five of men. The surviving infantry began to fire at random into the forest with rifles and sub-machineguns as fasting as they could while yelling at the top of their lungs.

They charged at the woods edge, only to possess their ragged establishment shattered by a concatenation of blasts triggered by hidden tripwires. mainstay of grass and tossed dirt rose as men fell to the ground seeking blanket, perfectly or dying.

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

In lupus erythematosus than a moment the struggle was over and his men swarmed among the drained Russians to gather rifles, ammunition and anything of Worth in the way of military intelligence they could incur. Two hour after they began, he and his men disappeared back into the woodwind, where two hours and seven kilometers away the maitre d'hotel examined a set of orders to the NKVD commissar John Major to ‘ find and neutralise the brigand who slew Major-General Vitaly and 14 former officers.'

"15 policeman and they left behind a mountain range of booby lying in wait for their pursuers ?"sergeant-at-law Jermaine, the aide of master Sir Robert Robinson, whistled softly and shake up his drumhead in mental rejection."Who could possibly have done that ?"

"I'll tell you who did this,"captain Robinson said with a facial expression of astonishment on his face,"It was the work of the snowfall Fox. I need a runner to get the information we have back to our side of the seam, and get it there on the double."

Captain Ray Robinson watched the courier ski away and then turned to his men and nodded. Quiet as the still air around them they departed, determined to watch and hit the invading Russians whenever and wherever they can to make life as hapless for them as possible.


7-8 Dec, 1939 Sverige - unknown manor house

Swedish bloom Minister Hansson looked out the libraries window upon a state covered in snow and for a moment dreamed that the world was still at peace. He sighed, knowing that such a dream is finished for many a year to come since another gravid war has erupted.

turning back to his two other invitee he looked upon his old supporter Ryti, Prime Minister of Finland and here on ‘ buck private matters'for his nation."Will the term be satisfactory in the end ?"he asked of Ryti.

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

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

With that the man, High German Marshall Herman Goering departed for his flight home.



7-8 December, 1939 rear-area Russian Ninth U. S. Army Corp

In the old prospector's cabin, little more than a repair hovel, Nikkei watched as the sun cast its terminal rays of light before departing below the horizon and allowing the Nox to encompass the res publica in its handgrip. She put the blanket back into billet, to sustain even the slight firelight from escaping into the outside humans. She looked to the cabin threshold and wondered when Stephen would be back from ‘ get together with some friends nearby.'

She returned to cleaning her rifle with great maintenance, determined to see to it that the arm of her revenge was kept in perfective tense condition for the next ambush set by Stephen and her. Step by measure as she had been taught so long ago she cleaned and oiled each part in twist, ensuring that not one jot of malicious gossip, grit, or anything could jam or plug it up at the here and now when she would need it most.

The little radio set Stephen had somehow fetch his deal upon whispered intelligence of the outside world between the static-filled cries of the sunrise borealis dancing overhead. What news came from official origin among the Northern and European post painted a bleak future tense for her fatherland, as four massive regular army chemical group have crossed the borders from north to south, seeking to conquer the full nation.

To the Confederacy, on the Karelian Isthmus the Russians have pushed the Finnish army back to the Mannerheim telephone line. A monumental artillery onslaught, nearly two days in length if the reports are to be believed, preceded a massed infantry Assault in the region of Taipale supported with regimental strength heavy weapon, rocket-fire, antenna bombardment and speaker unit used to broadcast shout for yielding of the Suomi army until they were shot apart by Finnish snipers.

Nikkei listened and smiled, pleased to try the news of the Finnish United States Army had dug in deep, with well sighted artillery and weapon system, and then ripped apart the Russians violation. fatal accident from the carnage were estimated at 5000 dead Russians and twice that injured, along with 500 prisoners. Curiously she heard about the crushing defeat made against the Russian armor, some eighty tanks destroyed or disabled and captured.

She and Stephen had seen a few such tanks moving along the lone road that linked Russia and their army that advanced slowly into Finland. Stephen seemed genuinely afraid of the metal beasts, though she respected what they could do, the wad of the gasoline-filled fuel drums mounted on the spinal column pack of cards of them gave her an mind of how to halt one…literally it would go up in flames…

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

Nikkei looked at the small three of bottles tied to her battalion, each one prepared to deliver another deadly surprise on any armored animal or fomite when assailed during an surprisal approach. Stephen had been rather dubious about the idea when she suggested it, but on the narrow secondary roads in the midst woods, five burned out truck and a armor car testified to its simplistic and brutal efficiency.

Once she had finished her guardianship for the rifle she gently traced the Modern markings burned into the wooden stock. Each St. Mark was that of a snow fox, barely 8mm in size, and representing a individual kill she had scored since she had become involved in the war for her country of origin. Twenty-four picayune dodger, twenty-four kills, some of them the minibike couriers being used to transmit orders between Russian Headquarters.

The last courier had turned out to be the most vital one to date. She and Stephen had been crossing one of the lowly roads during a light snow with her in the lead, and covering Sir Leslie Stephen after she reached the far side. No Sooner had she prepared her rifle the courier came tearing around a bend in the route. She had aimed and shot him down without a minute hesitation, and thus gained both of them a operational minibike and the vital goods in the courier satchel case.


Long into the Nox Sir Leslie Stephen had sat in this very cabin after dumping the motorbike, out of gas and appropriately booby-trapped for any funny Russians. The paperwork he looked through contained high-value military computer code and communiqués, monastic order of battle and supply status - it detailed the low tier of supplying and ammo among the Russian army whole in this area.

Stephen had explained he needed to get this poppycock to some ‘ admirer in high office'and would be back as soon as he could. She was given some extra instructions : if he is not back by the first ray of break of the day the next day, or at the for the first time sighting of a Russian, she is to fly at once and pass for one of the six sights he described. Of form if time permitted before she bolted, she was to ‘ activate'the small surprise contained in the cabin for the stupid Russians.

Her sopor that night was fitful and tormented by nightmares of unusual things coming out of the mists she could not remember after being woken by a flight of stairs of Soviet Air strength sub and fighters overhead. She took a vizor out the small window facing to the east and hoped against hope to see Stephen coming up the trail in the rising sun…

Instead she gasped at the view of four sexual conquest Russian infantry advancing at a steady pace towards the cabin.


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

Meter by time 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 lam, and the provision needed by the enthusiast will probably be found as well…


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Nikkei quickly tossed on her peachy coat, slipped on her ring 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 electric cord started to hiss and cauterise, she dropped it to the ground and fled the cabin, cleared the humble ridgeline behind it and commenced a zigzag run for condom. She used every feature of speech of the terrain and forest to give her any cover, anything to keep her from being seen by the advancing Russians. When she finally stopped and plopped down behind a cluster 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 rooftree running behind the cabin and decided that she had to get her skis if possible, orders or no orders from her granddad.

She moved as mum as a ghost and with the free grace of a cervid across the terra firma. Her skill in doing so had been perfected over long years of hunt and pattern with Stephen, and on affair when he travelled to make a purchase or make a mass that was best left unexplained to anyone else, especially someone connected to the law of the land.


Just shy of the summit she stopped, eased her rifle from its scabbard and checked her bulge to check the redundant powder store were ready if she needed them. meter by meter she slowly and cautiously eased her way to the top of the ridge, propped herself up on her elbows and gazed upon the Russians below who had just arrived at the old cabin.

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


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Sir Leslie Stephen pulled back behind the shelter of the tree as he reloaded his Suomi KP-31 sub-machinegun, and sent out a barrage of curses and insults so blasphemous the solid ground should give birth melted away. A bullet tore a chunk out of the tree mere centimeter from his boldness as he exposed himself again, bringing up the Thomson and fired off short explosion into the still advancing mass of Russian infantry.

instant before Hannu and Kalevi had nearly moved their men into spatial relation to take down the Russians who encroached on the old cabin. Though risky, they have to strike at their enemy, the supplying cached away beneath the cabins floorboard are needed by the local anaesthetic drumbeater forces.

Sir Leslie Stephen and Joni, along with a dozen early partisans stayed back to ensure their escape route if the battle turned against them…only to be surprised by the sudden reaching of two Russian infantry caller, roughly 300 men total. Instantly Sir Leslie Stephen ordered his men to the binding of the trees and to fire on the advancing violence.

Roughly forty or More Russians fell to the first bombardment of small arms fire as two sparkle machine gas scythed across them like a harvester in a wheat field. helping hand grenades added to the massacre being wrought as blast after flesh-rending blast shattered the steer Russians team spirit, sending them howling back down the trail…

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

Needless to say, the surviving solders suddenly became motivated to deform around and take their probability with the Suomi partizan.

Stephen reloaded his Finnish three more fourth dimension before his ammo was exhausted and he cursed as the Russians continued to pass on at a very cautious rate. His pistols came out and he moved from masking to cover, hunting the Russians. The first of all one emerged into his sight and became the world-class target he took…

In a fuss 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 shot, one kill, the same figure delivered with calm precision. A cluster of Russian solders charged at him from the woods as he calmly reloaded his shooting iron, grinned and one after another, and thus reaped a harvest time of death on his foes.

Despite his herculean campaign, the battle turned against the partisans.

metre by meter they had to yield ground, pushed back by the sheer weight of act that inevitably benefited the Russians. Their foe kept on coming out of the woods, an eternal shower of angry foes determined to stamp out their tormenters, even as the perfectly mounted in mountain upon fallen heap of shattered frame and bone.


He hoped Hannu and Kalevi had enough sentiency to scrub up the ambuscade and get their men to safety. As even more than Russians advanced up the pathway to reenforce the shattered building block fighting the enthusiast, Sir Leslie Stephen knew in his heart that he will not be leaving this fighting alive…

He prayed for Nikkei, that she has fled and gotten to safety, and that his sinfulness of being a moon curser of limb and other semi-illegal trade good could be forgiven when he stood before the sagacity pot 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 trinity of officers ran around and shouted orders at their men to hurry off to conjoin the battle down the lead. None of the soldiers seemed willing to head that way, having come to value and fear the skill of their implacable foe ; not even with the sheer weighting of numbers on their side could the ship's officer make them take the first stair back down the trail.

One officer, a commissar if she understood his social rank correctly, argued with the other two, who appeared to be commissar as well, about the need to confiscate the cabin and any supplies that remained within it. After that, they could then go and join their comrade in the rut of battle.

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

The other political commissar looked at their fallen fellow with wide-eyed reflexion of awe and shock in peer measure. Within five irregular both of them joined their comrade on the undercoat, dead before they hit the solid ground.

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

Some fled into the Ellen Price Wood, determined to rent their opportunity with the remaining commissar than face the mortal sniper now picking them off one by one. Shortly after the death entered the woods, a furious cascade of gunfire cut them down as person terra incognita to Nikkei had arrived…

XXX Russians sought shelter behind or within the cabin, one of them tossed Nikkei's shattered skis out the doorway with a cosmic string of curse word. They began to fire away with precise crack from rifle, pistol or their own sub-machineguns at the opposition in the woods.

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

Of course that happened to be the heartbeat Stephens ‘ gift'to the Russians went off, several reefer of dynamite secured to over thirty jerry-cans filled with gasoline concealed under and around the cabin. The attack reaped a monumental harvest of last, and left Nikkei not one living Russian to shoot.

Even Nikkei, partly shielded by the summit of the ridge, was flung away and she cursed as she and all of her gear rolled downhill until a hard tree assisted in stopping her. Clutching her wound heading with one handwriting, 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 partisans down the trail fighting to keep back the Russians at the edge of the wood, and have a go at it if they were forced fully into the glade behind them they would fall to the concluding man. The clattering of gunfire to her right indicated more partisans were even now engaged in a second death conflict against some other band of Russian troops.

For them she could do null, but for the commencement group, and the man she cared for that fought like a fiend for his men…she can facilitate 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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Stephen grinned like a banshee tearing across the Moor as the thundering retort from the detonated ‘ gift'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 rubber.

He dropped to one knee, partially concealed by a turgid rock, and commenced to give the sack both pistol at the howl Russians that charged out of the woods. His force of partisans was down to him and four others, and surrounded by their enemy whom they knew would show no mercy…the sudden gunfire deeper in the forest indicated that Hannu and Kalevi had engaged a turgid Russian company with their men, and told him they confronted a reinforced battalion or a full regiment of infantry.

Click-click…

Stephen howled as his side arm emptied and drew out his hunting knife and pounced upon the good Russian, ending his life in one Swift cerebrovascular accident. His elbow slammed into the next soldier coming up behind him, followed by a knife stab to the gut ; then three more Russians closed on him, rifles leveled and eyes showing that they did not stand for to take him as a prisoner.

"seed on you bastard dogs !"Stephen shouted in Russian, prepared to take up 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 bit 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 render themselves for a moment from any cover they could find.

"Joni,"Stephen bellowed out as his old friend came into mess, roue 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 Finland sub-machinegun."I am fine, let's go and see what we can do for Hannu and Kalevi…"Both men startled at the sound of automatic small arms fervency and dismount machineguns began to playact in the woodwind, to be followed by lifelessness so profound it all but screamed at them.


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

"Stephen we keep meeting in the craziest of property,"Captain Edward G. Robinson said to his old mentor,"for once I'm sword lily I could return the favor of you saving my tail on our hunting slip. Though it looks like your struggle went well enough given how badly your zealot were outnumbered…"

Sir Leslie Stephen ignored him as the bungler notice was delivered by Joni after determining the final tally of the battle : xx survivor with six of them injured, xxxvii dead, which included Hannu and Kalevi. The Russian dead were beyond count at this stage.

Stephen ordered his men to get whatever munition, ammo or supplies they needed from the Russians and to gather the bodies of their fallen. He set an iron-hard deadline of ten transactions for this to be done before they would leave and travel hard across the trail in the ancient woods.

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

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

Stephen, Joni and Sugar Ray Robinson turned to the sound of a soldier shouting out an order of magnitude that instantly ended in a wail of painfulness and mewling of a newborn kitten. They watched a young ma'am, rifle still in mitt, calmly walkway over to the old man as she muttered about ‘ soldiers who need to see some manners before grabbing a lady that way.'

Robinson shook his head as Stephen uncharacteristically rushed over and embraced the cleaning woman in a bear hug, whirling her around and around as she called for him to quit embarrassing her in front of the early men.

"Who is that with Stephen ?"Robert Robinson asked Joni."I did not believe there were any women among the partisans in this region ?"

Joni just chuckled and shook his head,"The total story is Stephens to separate, 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 take hold of her should be alright, his chestnut will be okay despite the quelling kick she gave them."

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"Grandpa I forgot my skis after lighting the fuse,"Nikkei said. She dreaded the objurgation she had coming for disobeying his parliamentary law."I was waiting for the Russians to leave alone and then…boom !"she motioned with her hands, pantomiming an detonation while a sheepish grin grew on her face.

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


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

"Three political commissar from a total of thirty Russians I took down. Though the commissar are a waste of a good bullet train, better to just throw away a grenade or something at them…"Nikkei mumbled as Stephen laughed and Joni and senior pilot Sugar Ray Robinson just shook their heads.

"Granddaughter, do not berate yourself of a kill, after all you took down that divisional political commissar a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. back…"he looked at Captain Robert Robinson and nodded to the man's unverbalised interrogative."Yes she took down that Major-General your intelligence operation seed declared dead, now my beloved granddaughter has thirty more foxes to add to her list…"

sea captain Ray Robinson was handed a subject matter written by his radio operator Corporal Hanki. It was Holy Order from the high school instruction for the Finnish United States Army. He just shook his head in disbelief as to what it stated the evidence in abruptly Russians damp testimony to the belated intelligence sent to him and the partisans…

…to all units detached on partisan natural process and stalwart military group engaged within the arena of Ninth Red Army Corp. Reliable intelligence service has affirmed that a reserve regiment of the 163rd Infantry Division has been sent back from the front line bloodline to assure the main Russian provision route and to comport anti-partisan patrols and sweeps. repeat, to all units…

"well it appears this fine opus of intelligence has come, as they say, too little and too late for our needs, as has become the rule anymore,"said senior pilot Robinson as he showed the subject matter to Stephen, Joni and Nikkei who was surprised at his action.

"Nikkei, like it or not you are now a source of inspiration for the troops of the strawman short letter, just like Stephen, when Son of what all the partisans accomplished here this day."master Robinson clasped her script in his and gave them firms'shake of thanks.

"Stephen we need to get going,"Captain Robinson said a consequence later,"This regiment has been annihilated, but some survivors may stool it to a nearby outpost or garrison and get down yet more trouble on our brain. We can not corroborate a second battle such as that."

As if to emphasise his detail, a flight of Russian sub passed overhead at that particular instant, which caused everyone to plunk for cover on the off chance they were being looked over. Nikkei watched the planes go on their way, all the prison term holding her rifle skyward and wondering if she could take one down given the chance.

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

"Before we part let me impart you some instructions and advice on how to barricade the Russian tanks…"Stephen filled Robinson in on the tactics he and Nikkei had developed and the weaknesses on the armored beasts.

police chief Robert Robinson looked at Nikkei with profound deference, which caused her to flush from caput to toe from pure overplus. He turned back to Stephen and thanked him, stating he will come about this word up the range of mountains of instruction. With that the unlike groups departed and headed out on their own chosen paths.



10 December, 1939 Republic of Finland Supreme instruction HQ


The men stood around the table as they examined the updated maps and compared them to the latest incoming reports and intelligence gathered from spy, source, radio intercepts and the like. Couriers delivered their satchels of content and requests while Pluto for the military loss leader gathered here stood silently by, prepared to respond any questions or deal any task they are assigned.

One man listened and mentally crunched all the selective information told to him by his subordinates, details from troop movements and battalion condition to logistics and foreknow move by the Russian invaders. He asked detailed questions concerning the four invading Russian ground forces Corps - the one-seventh, one-eighth, Ninth and Fourteenth - and pondered the successes his soldiers had scored, particularly within the area 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 legend having returned to the field of battle, the wraith Bear, and his new companion, a partisan loss leader known simply as the C Fox. One old Heron and a new hero bringing Bob Hope to the farming and inspiring the Finnish troops who received a monumental boost to their morale and fighting spirit as news of the Russian defeat counterpane with the force of a lightning strike.

When he looked up at his subordinates he understood from their looks they waited his pedagogy. They wanted to scratch back and strike back hard, to hand over such a wolf nose candy to the Russian bear that his shriek will be heard around the world for hundred to come.

He tapped the map with his finger, outlining his program for that percentage of the front facing the Russian ninth ground forces Corp. Each man took notes concerning his parcel of the plan, and began to detail what he needed to do for the counterattack to get ; they acknowledged the odds to be long for any real succeeder, yet it had to be done for the sake of their homeland.

"Colonel Siilasvuo,"theater of operations marshall Mannerheim, commanding officer of the Army of Republic of Finland, said to the one he has selected to top the counterplay,"Retake Suomussalimi and dispose of the Russian 163rd section, you fly out this hour and begin operations 24-hours from now."

Colonel Siilasvuo saluted and departed to bewitch his planer and make his plans as the others returned to the maps and made former hard choices in the ongoing war.


10 December, 1939 163rd Russian infantry Division headquarters

Outside the hotel appropriated by Major-General Bogdan to be his segmentation headquarters a lone gunshot sent the sentry duty scuttling inside on the stunt woman with weapons drawn. Once they determined that their commander was safe they returned to their posts, save for the two who dragged the corpse of Colonel Hussein, later commandant of the ruined 662nd foot Regiment.

"Gentlemen,"Major-General Bogdan declared to the officeholder around him as he calmly placed his smoke shooting iron on his desk,"Let the record show that Colonel Hussein has been found guilty by drumhead court martial of treason and dereliction of duty and cowardice in the face of the enemy, not to advert outright stupidity in the behavior of playing area operations."

All officers save for the sadistic political commissar of the segmentation shook as he gazed upon each one in turn,"He has been executed by Holy Order of STAVKA for his high treason. All of you understand this, one failure, one pathetic attempt to excuse incompetency or treason and I will shoot you as well."


Major-General Bogdan left his desk a moment later and headed to check the a la mode story from the strawman and to educate plans for the next attack upon the illogically obstinate Fins. He should already have smashed their front business line, torn across the waist of Finland and bisected this fascist nation. His madness 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 throw together from his chair in a desperate bid to delay alive.

Walking into the map room he howled for one of his aides to attend, and once the maitre d' appeared, began to rattle off the guild for the day concerning flack road and metre, logistics and artillery flaming design. Of course, with so few personnel left to him, especially after the 662nd Infantry Regiment was slaughtered, the planning did not consume too much time.

The only thing that really bothered him is accounts from the Suomi radio which spoke of the fabled man called the"Ghost Bear'is dynamic in the part. His unit in the revolutionary war in which Finland broke itself free from the fatherland 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 entrance him, no thing the bait used or executions summarily carried out, he had not only evaded them, but carried out a campaign of death that decimated nearly seven divisions. Many a female parent threatened her insolent nestling with write up of ‘ the shade Bear will get along and get you."

A messenger arrived at his side and declared that Major-General Zelenfsev, commander of the 44th infantry air division will be arriving on the evening of 15 Dec to ‘ discuss the current matter of the front end lines.'

"Tell the Major-General I will be glad to hash out the reasonableness he has been cooling his heels for a week when he and his division is needed here,"Bogdan ordered,"and devise a place for him to remain as well in the officers rooms on the hotels top floor."


15-16 December, 1939 Rear-area Russian one-ninth Army Corp

Sergeant Osip slowed his minibike as he neared the next checkpoint, and grinned as the lone lookout man waved for him to block off with one mitt, and held high a bottle of ‘ functionary party umber'( which he knew meant fine Vodka ) in the other.

Once the cycle 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 brake usage only'by senior policeman or the revere NVKD. This accomplished he moved to stand before the checkpoints officer, an old, ragged and brave worn lieutenant he did not know but figured must be an NVKD commissar or surety official.

"Lieutenant,"Osip said as he stood at attention and saluted,"I am Sergeant Osip and on courier tariff for the ninth Army Headquarters. Here are my orders and papers sir,"he handed them over to the scowling, stern-faced deputy whose eyes showed no mercy could be expected,"and I am get up to demonstrate the satchel is still sealed upon your focussing sir."

"amercement then Sergeant,"the deputy said not bothering to introduce himself, thus a sure polarity he is NVKD."Come into the shack and we can do the review over some ‘ functionary party coffee bean'while you tell me all that is going on up at the military headquarters for the 163rd Division."


Over the adjacent half hour Sergeant Osip enjoyed half a bottle of the all right Russian vodka he knew to exist, and revealed all he knew not only of the 163rd divisions headquarters, but of all the Russian Ninth Army he had seen number 1 hand or even heard rumors about.

The lieutenant gently challenged him on each point, asking the Saami question from unlike slant while he expressed doubt here and there about the veracity or loyalty and commitment of police sergeant Osip. The drunken, thoroughly terrified Sergeant was consistent in every detail, which pleased him to no end, and even more so as he saw the courier's substance satchel remained sealed with the decalcomania of the Ninth Armies senior commissar.

"police sergeant Osip you have done your duty to the fatherland and the Soviet Union admirably,"the police lieutenant said. Sergeant Osip smiled and stood to leave alone ; he never saw the Lahti handgun that moved to just shy of his skull, nor heard the gunshot that killed him.

After disposing of the trunk deep in the woods next to the real police lieutenant who had manned the checkpoint,"serjeant-at-law"Stephen, wearing the overcoat and uniform of the messenger, climbed onto the minibike and headed down the road to ‘ deliver'his trade good to the 163rd part headquarters.


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four hours later Stephen left the hotel which had become the 163rd sectionalisation field headquarters. He learned of the dire fight they had undertaken when ordered by US Army Headquarters to retreat, the continuous harassment by Finnish zealot and even army forces on their supply lines, and more detailed data that he intended for later victimization.

Before he departed he collected from the high-pitched flooring where the senior ship's officer of the HQ slept a humble talent for Nikkei. Taking the backbone stairs down to the large parking service department behind the hotel he evaded the few half-awake watch on guard duty with contemptible ease, activated his ‘ gift'to the Russians and quietly fled into the night to where he had stashed the motorbike.

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

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


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

Within the sheltered depths of an old stone and earth-covered house Nikkei listened to the radio and absorbed the belated news show of the war. The warmth from the roaring flaming in the fireplace reminded her of better wintertime dark with her dead family, and she was beaming to be innocent for a time of the insensate winter Night just outside the house.

Stephen had gone off ‘ to happen out some detail'that he understood from the messages broadcast to partisans by the diverse Finland radio place. For the one-hundredth fourth dimension since he left she looked down to the pistol at her side of meat, hoping she will not demand it if the Russians or former bad hat discovered and entered the old house.

As she devoured her meal of a thick, racy, spicy, meat-stew and some semi-stale bread with butter and jam she shook her nous in disbelief. The league of Nations had tossed the USSR out of its membership, and many of its member body politic example made big speeches of aid and arms being prepared for shipment from the many Scandinavian and European governments to Finland.

The daily news from Helsinki radius of enthusiast under the leadership of the ‘ trace bear'and ‘ Charles Percy Snow Fox'which had annihilated the Russians 662nd foot Regiment completely with minimal loss to the Finnish 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 stew from the kettledrum boiling over the fire the up-to-the-minute news show of the battle on the Mannerheim personal credit line came through. Apparently the Russians launched a three-division Assault, and in a 40 hour pitched battle were repulsed, less than 1200 Russians escaped from their forcefulness of 35000.

She and Stephen, wherever he had gotten off to, had been doing their share of harassing the Russians - taking down lone trucks and a match of tank, disabling gun batteries that passed by and she took a perverse form of delight in taking down the couriers on their motorbikes…the number of them had been dropping off over the past week, evidence of her having culled the ruck with ruthless efficiency.

Details from the battle for Suomussalimi were broadcast. The 27th Infantry Regiment of Finland had executed a chain of daring ravishment from three different management, isolated and destroyed key whole of the Russian 163rd foot segmentation. That social unit, plus the 44th Infantry Division were being harassed and worn down in non-stop raiding and skirmishing that the Finnish Army excelled at.

She grinned at the honorable mention of Suomussalimi being back in Finnish deal. Then the tidings spoke of the Finnish army and drumbeater ‘ using new and marvelous artillery'to allot with the Russian armour ; the very technique she and Stephen developed a few years ago - a bottle of alcoholic drink and gas with few other things mixed in to pull in 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 tank, especially if you can hit the engine, internal fuel tank, or the commonly mounted barrel of stockpile fuel mounted on the after deck.

Stephen returned a few bit later as she cleaned out her bowl with a chunk of bread. She watched him make a motion to the fire and take up a arena of sweat and sit down succeeding to her, his blockheaded coat and hat showing clear signs he had been involved in some kind of affray earlier in the night.


He moved over to the holloa fire and stood before it to warm up up."Nikkei I have found out that some ‘ peculiar visitor'will be passing through this area in the side by side few mean solar day,"he said to her with a smiling of pure wicked delight."The 163rd Division had been retreating through the 44th Division and the whole area is in complete pandemonium. Both divisional commander are suddenly, 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 Divisions depot of supply trucks parked in a relatively unguarded lager. XXX second of heedful workplace delivered striking event, he had just finished crossing the lone bridgework on the roadway when the total curtilage of ammo and provision-laden trucks went up in a chain of fireballs from the pocket-size bomb calorimeter he had liberally placed on their fuel tanks.

So great was the chaos generated he was able-bodied to pass through the guard shack on his side of the bridge deck and trigger the destruction charges the Russians had emplaced just that day encase the Finnish army pushed the Read Bear back across the river. As if that had not caused sufficiency chaos and damage, a flight of Finnish Air Force airplane swept his side of the river road, damaging and destroying over sixty vehicles and damaged countless others.

acquiring back to Nikkei took some fourth dimension, longer than he anticipated, but a few ‘ borrowed'motorbikes from a few now departed messenger helped out.

"It appears the Ninth U. S. Army corps commander for the Russians is coming in person to inspect the understanding for the postponement in ‘ conquering these decrepit lackey's of the Imperialist west,"he laughed and shook his heading at such frill,"general Dashicev will be here in a few days and we have a chance to ‘ greet'him in proper partisan style."Here he mimicked with his helping hand a pistol being fired off, the bullet delivered between the generals eyes.

"Nikkei I found out there will be some ‘ special visitors'coming through this sphere in the succeeding match of days,"Sir Leslie Stephen said to her with a repellant smiling."I found out the 163rd division has been ordered to pull in one's horns and the 44th division is sitting on its haunches per decree of the NKVD. It appears that superior general Dashicev, loss leader of the Ninth Army Corp of the Russians will be making a tour of the front lines."

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

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

"That one belonged to Major-General Bogdan, the one you missed a couple of week ago,"Stephen said to her with a teasing grinning."The other to Major-General Zelenfsev, I found both of them discussing a rather effective means to counterattack our army. 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 compendium of papers, design and other information he had taken from the now ruined landing field headquarters."I got this stuff for our military group before my ‘ natural endowment'to the Russians went off…"

"Grandpa, what…what did you do ?"she asked, unsure if she wanted to hear the story. One matter she had come to know of her grandpa is he had a fighting smell that shone brave and true, and could be as ruthless as any murderer when issue called for him to be. She wondered if in time, and if she lived to see the end of the war, she will go the same way…

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

"Now that the bridge is destroyed, the generals gone, and well-nigh of the 44th Divisions supplying are no more, our side will have a much easier sentence disposing of them,"he clenched his clenched fist and grinned while his cold eyes blazed with pure madness and pleasure at the impending victory for the Finnish military force in the area.

"Do you desire a Russian Army corp General added to your killing or not ?"Stephen chuckled at the feral grin that grew on Nikkei's face."commodity, we will head out soon enough, but first I have something to take care of…"

Nikkei watched him remove a minuscule box-like bundle from the underside of his backpack and head for the door."Grandpa what are you doing ?"she asked, the concern audible in her representative and visible on her face.

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


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Captain Robinson and his handful of men moved with uttermost forethought as they swept the meeting property for any signboard of an lying in wait from Russian forces. His men on the wing indicated with hand sign no one was in the country. His delicate, disgusted execration seemed to echo across the wooded hills.

"Where in the macrocosm has Stephen gotten off to this time ?"Robinson declared. He nearly had a heart attack as the sound of a pistol hammer being eased back into billet filled his ear. The corporal next to him who still had a distance of cold blade placed under his jaw did not move an inch.

"You're getting overemotional Captain Robinson,"Sir Leslie 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 close half hour ; you did not even see the Russian patrol waiting for you just down the trail…"

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

Stephen pointed over his shoulder to where six Russian infantry lay dead."Like I said, you and your men are getting sloppy. Now let's get down to business as quickly as we can. I paid a visit to the 163rd Infantry Divisions headquarters and got these report,"he tossed James Harvey Robinson a heavy satchel bag filled with life-sustaining information,"before my natural endowment to them went off."

"Somehow I should have known it was you behind that,"captain Walker Smith said with a grin."We will get these to Suomussalimi and then to Army Headquarters."He handed the satchel to the corporal, turned to address with Stephen and discovered he had disappeared back into the woodwind instrument silent as a ghost.

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

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


18 December, 1939 England

In the halls of fantan men of power and dominance sat, or stood, around the hanker table discussing event, ideas or examined the great wall-mounted map which dominated the way. At the insistence of a lone man, the only if one who dared to champ away on his stylemark cigar, commenced to deliver their circumstances of the plan in business organization to the Finland-Soviet War and the surrounding Scandinavian nations.

Many of the High program line, Ministers and parliamentarian looked at the cigar-chomping man with jar, surprise, disbelief and apprehension for one to purpose such an barefaced dodging. They listened as he delivered his reasons for the plan, why it will succeed if implemented in metre, and the greatest of amplification towards thwarting Federal Republic of Germany and its mighty war simple machine.

"man,"Mr. Churchill declared while he thumped his fist on the board,"We must aid Finland with all the provision, munition and ammo, carpenter's plane, tank and troops we can while denying the government of Deutschland the most vital imagination they need. Iron ore, the ore supplied to them by Sweden and shipped via Norge ; we will puzzle out both problems with one expedition…cut off the mines from Federal Republic of Germany and have a vital itinerary to be active our rest forces on into Finland."

Churchill concealed other, long chain of mountains plans currently unfolding in Federal Republic of Germany that may gain an unexpected crop in the weeks to come…especially one concerning Chancellor Hitler…

Many in the Senior Command approved the initial outlay of the plan, and made a few recommendations here and there, seeking to refine it into a workable outline. Even Prime Minister chamberlain gave his reluctant approving after an encompassing public debate on international law and intervention of neutral and sovereign lands.

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

Minister of War Hore-Belisha stood and rapped his fist on the table to gain everyone's tending."Distinguished gentlemen,"he began,"recall that we and Anatole France have been warned via the political science of Svizzera that Germany will affect any presence of Allied flock within the moulding of Kingdom of Norway or Sweden as an attack upon mainland Deutschland itself and result in immediate retaliation."

"It appears there is an loose agreement between Sweden and Germany ; for our agents and contacts are even now reporting that dispatch of small arms, auto guns and light carom, plus substantial quantity of ammo have even now crossed into the borders of Finland from Sweden."Hore-Belisha emphasized each point with a smack of one mitt into the other."This appears to be done via field marshal Hermann Wilhelm Goring, and with the livelihood of Chancellor Hitler. If we interfere with an invasion of Norway and Sweden we will take chances sundering the string of supply going to Finland…lose that and communist Russian Federation will win by sheer weight of number."

Winston Churchill looked upon the pastor of War with heart that blazed in righteous fury. Standing, he slammed his fist on the table and locked gaze with his antagonist."Understand this, the fate of Finland and of the free mankind are tied together as one ; here are my parameter as to why the plan must go forth…"

The debate raged long into the dark and well into the next dawn before the meeting came to a close ; nothing had been decided, to the disappointment of many.



18 December, 1939 FRG

He sat behind his desk and paused, stunned by the intelligence contained in the top mystic report card in his hands. He read it three more fourth dimension, examining each detail and fact and assumption for the least sign of illusion or of the facts being deliberately misconstrued or manipulated.

His adjutant stood by, having sensed something of great significance is going on in the mind of his drawing card, and thus he will be here to see chronicle made.

The man closed the story and laid it upon his desk, shocked by the magnitude of weakness to be found within his ‘ allies'of the mating of Soviet Socialist Republics. He looked at his aide-de-camp and gave off a rapid-fire range of rules of order and sat back in his chairperson as the untested captain ran off to amass the policeman so indicated.

Thirty minutes later Chancellor Adolph Hitler stood before his meet staff in the encounter room that adjoined his bureau. For over six hours the meeting continued, with Chancellor Hitler demanding severe answer from each man, redeem for marshall Goring, whom nodded at the unspoken question concerning the mystic supply being sent to Finland via Sweden.

In due Order a plan began to come forth for the opportunity that lay open before them, one which grew greater with each 60 minutes Union of Soviet Socialist Republics bled on the snowy fields, Alfred Hawthorne, and wood."Gentlemen,"Adolf Hitler said,"We have a golden chance that history and destiny gives to one citizenry to vary the world every millennium ; the arms bought by Sweden will continue without interruption, and we shall increase our natural endowment of military intelligence to Finland."

premier Hitler walked over to the tumid bulwark map and rapped his fist hard on the border of Republic of Finland - Soviet Union."That is where USSR and the Communist will be bled white, and here,"he slammed his clenched fist hard lower on the map,"is what we shall do…"

The gathered men looked upon such a bold and simple conception with equal measures of awe, shock and hunger, for indeed a gilt opportunity - one filled with danger and extreme point peril truthful - had arrived to deliver an soul blow to their ancestral enemy.

"Chancellor Der Fuhrer,"declared General-colonel Keitel,"with your favourable reception we will begin to make preparations."

Der Fuhrer nodded and then said to the departing officers and ministers,"This information changes all we have expected, the ruin of Russia is at hand once and for all…the expiry of a despot will soon occur."

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



20 December, 1939 rear-area of the Russian one-ninth ground forces Corp

Nikkei paused as she and Sir Leslie Stephen neared the top of the Hill and motioned for him to do the same. She strained to pick up the speech sound she heard a moment before and then grinned when it became clear, another Russian courier on a motorbike was making his round of drinks along the main route.

Stephen smiled and motioned to a patch halfway up the pitcher's mound, a cleft in the Rock surrounded by ample shrubs and Tree which made for a near-perfect snipers nest. He motioned to a big Boulder surrounded by bigger Tree where he will cover her as she took down the courier ; from farseeing pattern both reached their positions, shed their skis and had their several weapons - the Republic of Finland KP sub-machinegun for him, the master-crafted rifle for Nikkei - readied for business.

A sudden waving from Nikkei told Stephen something else was amiss, as she looked shocked for the first time since the war began. When he looked through the vegetation and onto the main road he understood completely her shock…for an unusual convoy worked its way ever so slowly down the road long since churned to mud and junk due to the near constant traffic and tread of the tanks.

four motorbike safety led the way for the convoy followed by a lone, light-armored tank, a faculty car that was made for a upper-level military military officer, possibly a force field marshal, visiting the front melodic phrase. To the back of the convoy, four Sir Thomas More minibike mounted sentry duty completed the entourage. If not for the presence of that tank, no matter how small compared to its armored brethren, he would possess had Nikkei enlist the staff car while he took down the motorbike mounted guards…

"If not for that blasted armored combat vehicle,"he pumped his clenched fist in virtuous defeat that such a great booty is getting away, only to bring in his mistake a instant later…


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Nikkei lined her sights upon the two large, fuel-laden, highly-flammable, barrels of the light tank. For once she was happy to have got a powder store loaded with Sir Leslie Stephen ‘ especial ammo'for such an occasion. She kept adjusting her aim to compensate for the tardily creep advance of the panoplied wildcat, growing more raring with each s that Sir Leslie Stephen mulled over her taking the shot or for the two of them to withdraw.

From the corner of her eye she saw Sir Leslie Stephen pump his fist, their agreed upon signal for her to get down any trap they have established. One final exam accommodation on her leading the tank car, and a gentle squeeze of the trigger…

rush !
Bang !

Twice she worked the rifle deadbolt in her palm-guided, up-back, forward-down swing out motion to recharge for the following barb she would want. She paid the tank no more regard, swinging around to the stave car even then breaking and sliding across the iced and mud covered road…

strike !

The staff cars left-back tire shredded from the bullets impingement, the incendiary mission igniting the India rubber cloth almost instantly. The occupier of the stave car leapt from the vehicle as the motorbike guards leapt to cover one man in a black greatcoat…the gleam of the daybreak sunlight off of his social rank lapels denoted him to be a confessedly prize, maybe the Russian superior general her grandfather rung of arriving ahead of schedule.


She changed powder magazine, palmed the rifle thunderbolt and chambered the first round of drinks of regular ammo she used. The auditory sensation of the Russians firing with pistols and sub-machineguns blindly into the surrounding estate did not stimulate her any alarm…

windfall !

The armoured combat vehicle firing a 76mm shank daily round into the woodwind instrument barely 50 meters downhill from her locating did get her notice…

She rolled to one incline of the sheltering Stone as a second cannon circle slammed home closer than the last. Her ears pounded from the deafening noise, bones scathe and gut felt as if it had been reduced to dogsled. The steady tap - tapping of Sir Leslie Stephen's Finland sub-machinegun told the tale of numb Russians and his sweat to unhinge the tank…

microphone boom ! ! !

The forcefulness of the flack bodily lifted Nikkei off the ground like a rag bird. With ear still ringing like a blaring of Christian church gong she half-moved, half-stumbled back to the cleft in the endocarp and gasped at the slew before her…the staff car and to the highest degree of the motorbike had been reduced to twisted metal while the destroy tank poured forth a bellow mainstay of flame luxuriously into the morning sky.

Stephen moved from tree to tree, boulder to boulder, aiming his shots to pin down the Russians who sheltered behind the bowlder. There, they are safety from his flaming for the time, but not from Nikkei…

quivering, she fought to brace enough to draw a bead on that of import Russian policeman. No matter though, one safety device or another kept his physical structure between him and her…until…


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

Bang !

four more nip followed in quick succession, and then came a strange calmness only parted by the uninterrupted hollo of the flaming tank. He grinned at the precision study of his granddaughter, moved carefully to the edge of the woodwind and prepared to pass over the road. Sir Leslie Stephen wondered what entropy that might gain the Finnish Armed military force awaited his discovery on that utter military officer's carcass…

The sudden arrival of two squadrons of Russian light source hoagy and paladin which passed low and close over his position changed everything. There is no way they could let missed the carnage that had been inflicted on the pocket-sized but important caravan ; especially as the tankful still burned like a blowtorch with a column of Negroid heater clawing ever eminent into the sky.

He rapidly retreated back into the woods, and raced to Nikkei to help her get fix for a fast, severe and long march deeper into the forest trails. Three more Russian aircraft squadrons passed overhead, and he prayed that none of the pilots would look 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 screen. She watched the skies as the Russian airplane circled back around and wondered if they had seen her or her grandfather.

A unretentive pennywhistle caught her attending and she watched Stephen undulation to her, point down a smaller side trail that snaked among the woodwind instrument, and pushed off with her poles, pressing to keep up with the concentrated pace he set for them.

They pushed onward fasting and heavily to increase the space between them and the ambuscade internet site. Then came the clarion call of a grudge or more of planes luxuriously command processing overhead time. At the edge of a large glade they watched the 1000 aerial battle then being waged high up in the skies ; a dance of end between the Finnish and Russian Air strength so far above the earth…

condensation trail swept the clouded sky, here moving in a neat line, there they curved and spiraled until one or two at a sentence ended in cloud of black-market smoke. Outnumbered by eight to one the Suomi pilot program pressed home each of their attempt, savaging the Russian organisation that sought to make it past them, only to cascade out of the sky and into the merciless clasp of the earth.

It ended in less than ten minutes during which Stephen counted the Russians had lost 17 fighter and eleven Italian sandwich. From the trail of bootleg smoke which departed to the E, at least twice that number of planer had been damaged ; he hoped every one of the Russians crashed on the way back to their stem. As for losses on the face of Suomi, he could not distinguish one way or another.

Two hours later as the pair stopped to pick up their breathing spell, having covered nearly seven km, Sir Leslie Stephen gave Nikkei a implike grin and asked,"So my granddaughter, what shall we use to mark your taking of that tank ?"

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

"granddaddy,"Nikkei said, and then hesitated, still shaken by the close call with death at the hands of the army tank returned fire."Who would the Russians send to the battlefront lines escorted by a tank, and so many motorbike rider ?"

Stephen paused and rubbed his hand over his chin as he mulled the question over and over. Finally he reached the lonesome coherent conclusion that fit the evidence of such a caravan moving with minimal safeguard."The only affair that makes sensation was either a new Divisional commandant or possibly the commanding officer of the Russian Ninth army Corp, General Dashicev whom we have been hunting for. Either way we, or I should say, you, have done much to disrupt the Russian US Army in this area."

He scuffed up Nikkei's hair with his script despite her intimately effort to fend him off,"seed now Nikkei we have to fight on before we make camp. There is an old hunting social club, or I should say what's left of one, where we will hole up and project out what to blow up next."

"Grandpa is there any opportunity I can get a bathing tub ?"Nikkei asked, not expecting any kind of good intelligence in the matter.

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

Stephen shook his head and moved to catch up with Nikkei, who raced on down the trail determined to have her hot bathroom."Never underestimate that girl…so much like me after all…still a grand old day, and one LE John Major pain of a Russian leader to be concerned with."

In a handful of days Stephen and Nikkei would observe who was in the ambushed convoy. Yet the chain of events unleashed by their efforts will take longer to unfold and shape not only the winter War, but the lives of X of millions of people across Europe and beyond.


22 December, 1939 STAVKA central office, Moscow

chancellor Stalin watched from the eminent balcony of STAVKA headquarters as the firing squads prepared for the next round of capital punishment. Normally the pile of such bloodletting would squelch his sadistic rages in mo, but not this eventide. No, this evening the stock would flow in red streams across the Land. The incompetents who had allowed such ignominy and overplus to come down upon the USSR had to be expunged permanently for their crimes.

Stalin slammed his fist on the Oliver Stone railing repeatedly, angered beyond sensibility or reason. He had sent his diplomatic minister of Defense, marshal Voroshilov to conjoin with Ninth ground forces Corps Commander General Dashicev and get to the bottom of the lot at the front stemma. The Ninth Army corps should feature sliced Republic of Finland in half at the waist weeks ago, yet had not advanced more than than 60 km across the border, and if the reports are true, two elite infantry air division had been destroyed by a bold and reckless Finnish counterattack.

He watched as the decry men, the armed services social unit who was to travel with Marshal Voroshilov to the front origin, were brought to the bulwark five at a meter. The leader of the firing squad executed each command with well honed precision, his men fired on bid with no faltering and the next in line to be shot had the purity of dragging their dead friend away before assuming their property at the wall.

The fate of marshal Voroshilov and General Dashicev was made known to Stalin only an time of day ago while he had his dinner. So hot was his passion he personally stormed his way to where the bodyguard of Marshal Voroshilov were barracked, entered their commander's part and summarily shot him dead for his crimes against the state.

Hour after hr he stood on that balcony as the executions continued well into the night. Once the last man of the bodyguard unit of measurement was disposed of, the fate of those NKVD troops who failed to batten the roadway followed.

Until the word of the marshal Death had arrived, few dared to challenge his decision to invade Finland and to restore what ground rightfully belonged to Russia and Russia alone. Even Sverige and Norway began to suffer their doubts about standing up against Russia on the side of Finland, until the world wire and radio service had announced the demise of Voroshilov.

Combined with another crushing triumph scored by the Finnish armies against the Russian military unit fighting it out on the band, many earth leaders now pledged to support Finland in any way potential. And now Federal Republic of Germany, the ostensible friend of Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic, had begun to place out feelers to the Scandinavian regime to see if German ships bearing branch and supply for Finland would be permitted passage through their territory.


Once again Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili seethed at the continuous betrayal heaped upon treason of the world Nation against the rise of the USSR, and of the supremacy of the earthly concern by Communist force out. They refuse to see and recognize the inevitableness of his cause and crusade, to lend the world into a communistic lucky age no issue the toll in stemma and fire.

"No the war will continue on,"Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili growled, his anger still stoked to degree beyond comprehension,"more men and armored combat vehicle will be sent, more planing machine dispatched and we will fight on until I have victory over the Suomi who dishonored me in 1921, or the utmost Russian falls dead on the field."

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


24 December, 1939 Finland Supreme Command Headquarters

For the foremost time since the war with Russia had commenced battlefield Marshal Mannheim allowed himself to give off a chuckle and a smile at the bad joke one of his aides told. He returned to the map and write up laid out on the table before him, listening to the unending speech of memoranda, messages, intelligence and so off.

On the 22nd of December the Russian seventh Army Corp threw itself at the Mannerheim defensive tune, a full military force of nine infantry divisions, three tank brigades and a light armor corporation of armoured cars and fast tank car. The Soviet oecumenical had come up with a crafty plan, cross the ice-covered lakes where tanks and armored vehicles could operate and perpetrate hanker cable of infantry-bearing sleds ; other units would ride a cooccurring assault from the domain and whelm the defenders.

A brilliant design that would have worked, relieve for the Finnish scouts and wrecker operating in the Russian rear-areas who discovered the plan and troop movements…exactly as the intelligence gathered by the ‘ wraith Bear'had indicated.

Forewarned the front bloodline commandant had applied scientist rig up a massive surprise for the Russian assault - remote-detonated explosives combined with the usage of their pre-registered dense howitzers and the new heavily anti-tank cannons ( which had arrived via Sverige ) that lined the lace positions along the shoreline.

The Russian flak began with a massive ten-hour artillery onslaught followed by the first Wave of Russian troops surging across the ice. Explosives and ordnance decimated the Russian military force, sending tanks and sleds into the weak astuteness below shatter ice. The armored vehicles and storage tank that did hit the survived this were crushed by the anti-tank guns and the infantry who joined in the one-sided massacre of the lakes.

The Din Land struggle had been a much closer subject, thirteen hour of beastly combat that left over two-hundred burned out tanks and thousands of Russian dead stacked like cordwood. The Finnish armed forcefulness had paid a high-priced cost for it, yet the newly deployed foreign volunteers made the remainder in amount and quality…some 25000 military personnel from Magyarorszag, Italy, Kingdom of Sweden and Norway plus a aspersion of other nationalities, heroes each and every one !

field reports combined with intercept transmissions broadcast in the clear from the Russian Seventh Army corporation main office nearly matched. For all intensifier purposes the one-seventh Army had been destroyed in that one great winner-take-all battle.

Then just after midnight on the 23rd the Russian resumed their nauseous north of Lake Lake Ladoga. Five infantry partition of the Russian eighth U. S. Army Corps, with heavy tank and artillery support, assaulted the weak-appearing Finnish positions with a great lot of enthusiasm and determination ; only to find oneself out they had struck hard into a multi-layered, multi-supporting region of trap, artillery, machine gun nests, minefields and anti-tank gunman which shredded the Russians in LE than seven hours.

Again it was the extraneous volunteers who helped get the difference, another 20,000 mix-bag of nationalities whose military acquirement and expertise allowed them to crusade as heavy as his Finnish Army troops ! Even the air battle went dramatically in their favor, with twenty-one Suomi Air force out planes downed for xcvii Russian. The commanding worldwide for the one-eighth regular army very politely stayed in his field headquarters when a six bombardment barrage of Finnish heavy artillery landed on its position.

Field Marshal Mannheim softly chuckled and looked at his gathered police officer."Our troops, the foreign unpaid worker force, and the supplies of arms and ammo from Sweden, Norway, Italy and Hungary are making the dispute ; how ironic that so very much of the death we bring down on the Russians has been supplied by their very own ‘ ally'Germany."

"force field Marshal,"one of Mannheim's Aidoneus quietly said and handed over a series of message forms for him. He read them quickly, one of them several multiplication and looked to his intelligence honcho who nodded and grinned like a beast. He just stood there in stupor, unable to conceive for a clip that two drumbeater - the Ghost Bear and Snow Fox had doubled their previous coup over the Russians.

"My God Above thank you for this not bad gift you have given unto us all,"he said and bowed his chief in a abbreviated orison of thanks and congratulations. The confirmation of reinforcements - reservists and foreign volunteers - to tighten up the Finnish guardian facing the Ninth and Fourteenth US Army was great news, and now this gift on Christmas Eve truly was heaven sent.

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

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

Once he had their attending he read the tap subject matter and after the clapping and cheering ran its course ordered it to be broadcast over national radios. The Marshal shook his fist in victory, knowing then and there the war with Russia had turned and turned for the better…he gave that some due consideration…

"Pass the word to all our front parentage forces as well, but indicate they are to be doubly vigilant at this news,"he said with all due seriousness,"The Russians will not block nor forgive. We can expect them to complete even more reinforcements and faster than ever to assure our nation is crushed once and for all."

"Understand this much man,"he continued, his iron-hard gaze locking on every man and woman in turn,"our side has won many smashing victories and the good master has delivered the enemy leaders into our hands as well, but we have not won the war. Our greatest battles may well be ahead, thus I am ordering our force play who are facing the Ninth and Fourteenth Russian ground forces army corps to tighten their defenses so we can pin those forces in place."

"gentleman's gentleman, I sense a great modification is coming in the air, a storm greater than anything we have ever seen will hit and transfer the world."Mannheim grinned, never understanding the storm would be one of profligate, fire and steel coming down on their foe in short order.



25 December, 1939 rear-area Russian one-ninth Army Corp

Nikkei slid deeper into the steaming water and reveled in the intense heat energy and soft wafture that lapped across her abdomen and titty. She twirled her digit in the piss, generating ripples that spread out and glistened in the soft lantern light ; such a simple-minded gift she wanted for Noel, a hot bath, something she took for granted before the war began…before her earth turned upper side down and slammed to the primer with bestial intensity.

For four Day she and Stephen had been cooped up in the ruins of an old hunting inn that actually had water piped in from a nearby hot leap. The low moaning of the blizzard reminded her of old specter stories her don would assure near the hearth, shadows dancing on the bulwark as he moved about, often making animal shadows with his manus in renditions of ‘ Peter and the Wolf.'

One solid spate of wind that pounded on the threshold blocked by an old couch and desk, to forbid easily entry by anyone in the area, reminded her that not everyone was enjoying such a bounty 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 elbow room she occupied, to provide the right way shelter…once they dealt with the bear out of the station that had taken up residency.

As Nikkei reached for the rag and soap Stephen had thoughtfully laid out by the tub for her, she smiled at the fond memories of bear-meat stew…although having to manhandle the brutes 300kg carcase outside so it did not stink up the respite of the space hardly made it worth the drive. Her being able to acquire a hot bath and rid herself of days of grime and dirt made it worth the effort.

She gathered a rich lathering of soap on her hands and the rag, and then slowly began to scrub down her face, neck opening and arms. The accumulated stain and latent hostility built from the start of the war eased away bit by bit, and she could slack for a prison term, dislodge of the tending and memories of the wider world.

On one breast she softly swirled the rag in sensuous roundabout that advanced unto her swollen mamilla. Sensations both old and new flowed into her mind, awakening desires she had never allowed herself to fully explore or to even verbalise about with anyone. Her eyes closed and a easy pant passed her afford lip as a slight shudder played along her trunk ; the oestrus of the water accentuated the enjoyable waves which flowed one upon another along the very fibers of her being.

Her free paw came to rest between her breasts, and the fingers slowly snaked their way downward. Once there, they began to caress and tease and delight a dowery of her soundbox that sent her unto the heavens with sensuous bliss that she could only compare to the songs of the heavenly choirs. Nikkei sensed her heart beating faster and faster as her breath quickened, rakehell thundered and her body came alive in a rainbow of whizz that could not be described.

She pushed her finger's breadth into the depths of her woman as far as she could ; determined to draw out each bit of pleasure possible. Of grade she was still a virgin at the age of XVIII, unlike so many of her acquaintance and former close kin…none had desired to be with her since she was found out to be unable to have children, thus making her the scorn of the village and a bad marriage prospect.

The wild, raw, primaeval surge of flame and heat caught her off guard as a thousand chiliad of creation cascaded before her, infinite probability of what may be and could be, and then collapsed back into the here and now as she screamed her pleasure to the world when her exit hit.

Her hands covered her mouth as she blushed thick than ever before in her life story, wondering if anyone had heard the noise…and blushed even cryptic as Stephen burst through the door with a drawn handgun, lost his footing on the slickness floor and tumbled grimace first into the bath with Nikkei.

He pulled himself out of the tub and judder his read/write head like an old sheepdog, sending a cascade of water across the way."I'm soaked,"he moaned while looking at his drenched clothing, shook his brain and hoped enough firewood remained to dry them by the hearth - though they would smell like wood smoke for days."punter they smell of wood weed than that of an old and wet sheep dog like me…"

"Grandpa, are you alright ?"Nikkei asked as she leaned over the edge of the bathing tub. When Stephen looked at her with an abash smiling she gasped, clutched her arms over her blockade tit and slew oceanic abyss into the water supply while a hot flush surged late and red across her already moneyed impudence. All she wanted to do was fade away and disappear ; her thinker tore in dissimilar commission, desires playing a thousand melodies at once while she fought to domesticate the confusion.

On the battle flying field sniping at the opposition she has mastered her emotions to a mulct point ; but in the matters of the heart, she has never encountered such as she faced now. She lowered her head but could not rupture her eyes away from him as he pulled off his shirt and squeeze the H2O of it…the iron-hard muscular tissue of his lithe frame, crossed with a roadmap of scratch acquired over a lifetime of severeness and battle, flexed with each whirl made upon his shirt.

He whipped the shirt a few fourth dimension 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 pinna, for her grandpa never apologized for anything."granddad you didn't foul up or get careless I just…well, I was doing something and…"

"Well my granddaughter I have to admit,"Stephen said while softly chuckling,"that is one way to ask a man to unite 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 cunning little squealing sounds given off by Nikkei at his mesmerism. Though as he left the room to alter and dry his cloths, the light that danced in her heart spoke bulk to his experience inwardness and mind.


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Tap - tap - tap !

Sir Leslie Stephen pulled the humble punch away from Nikkei's rifle and examined the former lilliputian fox-marker added to the wooden stock. Feeling the smoothness of the indentation he coated the exposed Grant Wood with an amber hued stain, when dry it will gleam with a honey-gold texture as any light played across it.

"One More of so many foxes added, I had taught my granddaughter to hunt for deer, Sus scrofa and bear."Stephen gave off a mystifying, fed up sigh at the flatus of fortune and ill-fortune."Instead she has become a hunter of Russians who have raped our fatherland and stolen her future. All those year ago when her kinsperson adopted her…."

His nous drifted into retentiveness of his lost family all those years ago when they had adopted Nikkei after she had been orphaned. No one knew where she had come from, even the authorities failed to find the parents of the footling miss found wandering alone in the forest, her clothing covered in blood…

A daughter of true whodunit who had grown into a amercement immature woman ; one that he wished he could bear given a life of ataraxis to instead of the damned war the Russians had forced upon all of them.

In the backdrop the static-filled broadcasts of Finnish and Scandinavian tuner stations declared their holiday wishing and salutation, and then circulate the usual updates of the war.

"To all of our appendage of Finland's armed forces engaged in the dire battles to protect our homeland from the barbarian of the Soviet Union. I and all of our people thank you for the loyalty and sacrifice of so much you have give for us, and may on this day when we celebrate the birth of the Prince of repose each of you find backup from this dateless hurt inflicted by the Russians.."

Stephen half-listened to the wireless static filled program. He heard the particular given of the enceinte fight fought on the isthmus and near Lake Ladoga on the 22nd and 23rd ; the Russian Seventh and eighth Army Corps had been stopped, shattered and scattered before obstinate Finnish impedance"assisted by Tennessean who support our grounds for freedom and self-government as a democracy against the autocratic might of Communist Russia."

"We wish to sustain that in the net week the Russian Armies stupor force play of the Russian Ninth army corporation has suffered utmost setbacks due to our nation's US Army, air forcefulness and partisans active behind the enemy lines. It has been confirmed that the Ninth ground forces has lost their air force officer, one General Dashicev along with the Minister of defence for the Soviet marriage, E. G. Marshall Voroshilov who had come to the front business line to see first-hand what had caused the one-ninth army to be held up in the field."

Stephen turned his wax attention to the radio…

"My fellow Fin's our beloved solders and national fighting behind the product line have demonstrated loud and readable to the world why the ninth ground forces, along with all former Russian United States Army Corps, has failed to smash our nation. In the destruction of the defense reaction Minister Soviet Russia has learned the lesson we will never give up and never afford to their forces of enslavement. And so with each engagement we undertake against the Russian invaders, we bleed them and shed blood them more, until the day will come in in the near time to come when they will admit defeat and seek to make a just and estimable peace."

"May the time soon come when we can tell in full the action at law of the two known as the Snow Fox and the ghost Bear ; may God hold on them safety and wield them as pawn of justice against our ancient foeman from the uncivilised lands of Russia."

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

He imagined how Nikkei would trip the light fantastic toe around like an ale-drunken bee after auditory sense of the prize she had bagged. The death of general Dashicev was welcome news, and showed his guess as to who occupied the stave car in the caravan they had ambushed. Yet the death of Marshall Voroshilov, Russian diplomatic minister of Defense, truly marked the superlative prize any partisan sniper could hope to score shortsighted of Prime Minister Stalin.

He gently cleaned the rifle with an old rag, gently removing the to the lowest degree tincture of grunge, dust or oil his work may have left upon it."I made this for my dear Nikkei to hunt deer and bear with, and now she ahs been forced by this war to turn a hunter of men. I wish her parents could see her now…"


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

"Tomorrow I have to go and ‘ see what is going on'again ; hopefully this clock time Nikkei will not assert on coming along with me."He looked at the small bundle of provision that had been cached away in the basement of the old hunt lodge. While Nikkei had been taking her bath he had gone down and brought the food, textile, ammo and other assorted goods the two needed as they hunted Russians.

Also, as he had hoped, the two small sleds he had stored among other trade good in the hoard remained intact and untaken. At least he and Nikkei could carry more goods on them than they can just upon their rear. Plus he had new batteries for his minuscule radio a admirer had built a few eld ago…

That slight transmitter has proven to be a true wonder. Incredibly pocket-size, whippersnapper and reliable, he can use it to relay or receive voice and Morse-code signals. His old supporter in the United States who made it was a propagation ahead of his clock time, and a unproblematic fond regard allowed it to be powered by a hand-cranked generator-system.

When the tenseness between Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic and Finland had begun to increase, he and his fellow moon-curser plus some of the contacts they had within the armed effect began to project and ready. Thus a relay-chain of a sorting exists to pass information and instructions along to those who needed it ; they always are sent in brief infection of Morse-code to avert counter sleuthing by the Russians.

other information, monastic order and the like are broadcast five times daily by the government over the public radio receiver broadcasts. No matter how much the Russians may try, only the leaders of the partisans in specific surface area behind the business possessed the necessary codes to understand them.

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

He stopped mumbling at the strait of Nikkei's ghostly stride mixed with the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. His regard moved to his habiliment hung over the back of two old president near the open fireplace, the heating system 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 teach her of such subject.

Wrapped in a thick cotton robe, Nikkei sat before the flack and continued towel her tomentum dry.

Stephen looked up at her, the Light from the flame caressing her in a swirling dance of light and shadow. He saw her chewing on her lowly lip, obviously troubled by something, or more belike what had happened between them in the bathing room.

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

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

She opened her gown to peril her bared abdominal cavity, thigh and knocker for him to see, hoping that he will not turn away from her unuttered doubt. One paw came to rest on his flushed cheek, the heat flowing into her hand as she began to caress his iron-hard, weather-beaten, scarred skin in such a gentle way that it twitched with each soft and finespun stroke.

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

Sir Leslie Stephen's optic drank in every sensuous and soft curve of her soundbox, the voluminousness of her yellow-brown whisker, soft down in the mouth middle full moon of life history and pain mixed in equal measure, the steady procession and decline of her bar bosom. As his gaze descended to her most intimate of hoarded wealth she shifted her leg enough for him to see her bared womanhood and the slight glint of moisture already gathered there on her skin and surrounding hair.

"Nikkei what are you…I mean…"for one of the few meter in his spirit, Stephen found himself at a passing for give-and-take as his brain flared to ashen insensibility. He could not consider this is actually happening and with his dearest and only surviving granddaughter…

"Grandpa I want this to be my giving to you,"she said to him. He could hear the passion and warmheartedness in her representative for him, something that had been there for years and only now did he understand in full…his adopted Nikkei had fallen in lovemaking with him longsighted ago and now sought to make a motion their relation to the adjacent level.

"I have forgotten since the war began what it meant to be live and unloosen of concern and anger,"she said, her eyes releasing a lone binge down her buttock."I want to be your present gramps for tonight, to cue us both what life means ; I don't expect to make it through this war, so much death has already come close…and with that armored combat vehicle firing at me…"she shuddered at the memory of how close she had brushed with death that day.

She moved to Stephen and sat down on his lap with her legs crossing behind his back. Her one deal brought his to lie on her boob ; the bare cutaneous senses of his skin on hers sent a thrill and tingle blazing across her being. When he began to caress her breast, teasing more and more impassioned waves of joy from her body, she leaned into him and all but melted away as the soft Baron Snow of Leicester does before the flame of a fire.

He kissed her nerve and softly blew pouffe of his heated hint on her neck. Stroking her hair's-breadth he looked once again into her heart and seen the love and nervousness playing against one another."Are you sure this is what you want Nikkei ? You only have one first gear clip in such affair and I want you to be absolutely sure…"

The trigger-happy embrace and fiery kiss she gave him answered all his questions.

So it was that they entered the former of songs, and fulfilled the sure-enough dance of all, two hearts and two torso coming together in one ; the cries of passion and primal firing echoed throughout the old ruins until Sir Leslie Stephen released his life seed into Nikkei, and then collapsed from the effort. The two cuddled and caressed one another while sharing loving smiles and whispering Christian Bible meant for them alone.

An 60 minutes later as Nikkei contently slept away, her mollify stertor merging with the crackling flames, Stephen gave her a smiling and softly kissed her on the cheek before laying down for his own rest. He made sure though that his handgun and hunting knife were within easy grabbing distance if they were needed.


28 Dec, 1939 Suomussalimi, Finland

Colonel Siilasvuo returned the messenger salute and dismissed him with a free-and-easy Wave of his manus.

Two twenty-four hour period ago he had been alerted to important instructions that will make it at his military headquarters ; and given the current weather condition that raged just outside the hotels thick Harlan Stone walls, it had to be something between extremely urgent and insane for a courier to be risked in temperatures, snow and air current that were the worst in recorded history.

Since him and the 27th foot Regiment, now reinforced by three additional regiments of reservists and foreign volunteers, he had waged relentless irregular warfare to bleed the Russian Ninth regular army Corp livid and oblige them to this region when from all accounts they could feature been used on the isthmus during the last Russian assault.

However the Russians had dug in deep and still managed to keep him from mounting a successful work stoppage across the river. He could defend and not attack, and the same for them…a frustration that grew all the more with each passing play day. Even his raiding company had met with minimum succeeder, write for sniping at the Russians who hid in their spike positions.

Only Captain Robinson and his men, aided by the enthusiast led by the old colonel Stephen and his aide called"Snow Fox"have scored massive winner upon success upon success. When he considered the reputation of the old colonel, commonly known as the"ghostwriter Bear'in the last great war, it is piffling wonder the man leads and coordinates the partisans to such a record, even as he and the coke Fox carry out their own two-person crusade upon the hated Russians.

He opened the package and withdrew out the pile of document and photo, and whistled when he gave the top page - orders from discipline marshal Mannerheim himself - a cursory glance. They explained in brief and concise detail that John Major reinforcements were expected to be arriving inside two weeks for the Russian one-ninth ground forces Corp…

Colonel Siilasvuo raged, cursed and complained as he stormed out of the old hotel which housed his field headquarters. He shouted above the howl tip for his senior officers to gather around him as he woke his driver to consume him down riverside…he had been forbidden from launching anything substantial than maraud across the river to slice apart the remaining strong point of the Ninth Army while time remained. So he had chosen to inspect the forward defense force and ensure the Russians received a warm welcome when they struck.

As expected, the defensive measure were strong and growing unattackable with each passing day ; with log and stone dugout housing motorcar guns, anti-tank carom and fighting positions for infantry. other positions inside the town had already been made ready…when the Russians struck the river and Baron Snow of Leicester would be red with their blood.




28 Dec, 1939 German capital, Germany

"Ah yes, I will take this one here,"admiral Donitz said as he looked over the beautiful gold-chain necklace set with fine diamond. He held it in both paw and admired the fiery bursts which came out as the illuminate played across each gemstone. The jeweler had promised the gift would be crafted to flawlessness, and so he had achieved yet again with the talent for his dear 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 wonderful magic wrought by Karl, his personal jeweler and one of the few men he called a true passkey of that trade.

"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 tenderness for her."Major Klaus, polite as ever turned back to watching the store and all of the multitude within it, plus those who paused even for a second to look through the shopfront windows. His bridge player never strayed far from the clutch of his pistol.

The sound of siren caused everyone to turn and watch the street as the motorcade of prime minister Hitler began to pass by. Donitz looked at his scout and smiled,"Punctual as always, I noticed some study was being done on his vehicle utmost Nox as I left the role. Did you think back to have that looked into Klaus ?"

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

admiral Donitz expression changed from joy to electric shock and then abject horror as the Chancellors car came into sight, and disappeared in a thundery burst that tore the vehicle asunder. John Major Klaus took the brunt of the shockwave which blew out the shopfront, killing him instantly along with Karl…

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

The military escort swarmed the area to gain restraint as fast as potential ; one ship's officer threatened Admiral Donitz until he showed his military machine paper and then took control over the scene. All too swiftly the true statement was confirmed when the fires of the Chancellor of the Exchequer car were extinguished at long close.

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

"So it has been accomplished,"full admiral Donitz said, sad and shaking his head in unbelief, a wondrous act for the rice beer of appearances to the masses. His personal agents, unity loyal to him and him alone, had penetrated the meshing of Russian undercover agent and agents that existed in Berlin…and he knew who controlled them as well…

He never expected their plan to lick. Now that it had, his allies in the German government would control his succession to the Chancellorship and, as promised for the support of Goering and his cabal, would share with Soviet Union once and for all…of line he still had to produce a ‘ phone call'to the Einstein behind this mad plot to ensure his own survival.


30 December, 1939 Moscow, Russia

Everyone in the elbow room jumped at the unity gunfire that seemed to grumble and recoil about the meeting room for the High control of the Russian Armed Forces. Quickly they resumed their stance of full attention, each expecting to be the next one personally gunned down by the man at the head of the table…

"comrade I believe my point has been duly made,"Premier Stalin calmly stated as he holstered his pistol. He gave a nod and two NKVD guards rushed over and dragged the eubstance of General Voroshilov, who of recently had been recalled to capital of the Russian Federation for ‘ individual consultations regarding the war.'

"I will tolerate no more loser in the matter of this war with Suomi,"he growled,"each day our body politic loses yet More influence, regard and position around the human beings. I have since the failed offensive of 22-23 December given orders for monolithic support to deploy in the arena of the one-seventh and one-eighth Army Corps, we have peace with the Germans and thus our strawman with them is now reduced to second and third rate whole ; the elite forces being redeployed will be in place by the end of January, when the final vile shall begin."

"The ninth regular army corporation shall conduct limited offensives ; they have consistently failed and thus will not be of any Sir Thomas More John Roy Major usage."He smashed his fist onto the table many times to emphasize his breaker point.

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

From one English an officer appeared, delivered several message forms to Joseph Stalin and then bolted for his life after being dismissed with a passing wave. As he scanned them his climate swung from fury to outright joy back to a stewing, stewing furore that promised demise to someone before the night passed.

"valet de chambre,"Stalin declared with a forced calm and smile while holding up the third message form in one hand,"as I stated, we have peace with Germany and now it is guaranteed for some sentence to come. Our agents in the German High program line have confirmed the news being broadcast over the radio."

He paused and grinned,"Hitler is dead. Someone managed to place an volatile device inside of his panoplied car, and needless to say the butchery wrought was phenomenal. Admiral Donitz has been sworn in as the new Chancellor of Germany and thus will train many months to fully dispose of his rivals and gain full control over his nation's governance."

The stave officeholder and ministers shouted and cheered at the news of Der Fuhrer's end, and gave off outcry for the farseeing life of Premier Stalin, the Soviet Union and the inevitable domination of the public by Communism. By almost universal spontaneousness they began to sing the subject Sung dynasty of Soviet Russia, their dedication and belief in their cause having been reconfirmed by the world at large.

Wisely Stalin withheld the two former content that arrived at the same time. They detailed the apparent movement of superior general Timoshenko and Shaposhnikov, the newly appointed co-commanders of the Republic of Finland Front. During the flight to headquarters near a batten down airport the aeroplane carrying them, escorted by twelve attack aircraft, was jumped by a large number of Finnish fighters.

Every one of the Russian pilot film fought until their planes went down in flames. Despite their C. H. Best exploit, the airplane carrying both generals had been shot down as well with no subsister. Once again the loss leader of his build up forces had disappointed him, and the study of flagging morale among the infantry along with some unit of measurement on the edge of mutiny confirmed the police officer were deliberately failing, seeking cause to kick out him once and for all from power.

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

None of the triumphal officers before him knew what hit them when with a nod Stalin had his bodyguards cut them down to the last. He summoned his personal auxiliary and demanded a train written document, which once he signed with a few insouciant diagonal of his pen, was sent to the NKVD communications political commissar and dispatched.

Within 48 60 minutes the blood tub had finished, completely decimating the Russian armed forces higher command and replacing all police officer of major or higher rank with Political political commissar. He gave new Order to all of the Russian armed effect ; any hint of disloyalty or lack of right communist spirit will result in that man's total platoon or party being summarily executed en mass.

Stalin never understood just how deadly he had misjudged the unfolding chain of events his rabidity and lustfulness for pedigree would unleash in unforesightful order…


30 Dec, 1939 Germany, OKH high bid

full admiral Donitz, newly sworn in prime minister of Germany and all of her mass looked out the windowpane of his office and the pristine snowfall from the latest storm. Just over xxiv minute ago Chancellor Hitler had been assassinated by a bomb calorimeter planted inside of his armour staff car ; in shortly order the Gestapo had discovered and captured a ring of Russian spies and broker who caused Hitler's death.

Their execution warrants were the first matter taken aid of by Donitz after taking the swearword of office. Now he had a monumental selection to name, one discussed long into the night by him and the High Command. He had been mindful of plans being drafted, on Der Fuhrer's decree, for an invasion of Russia…he wondered if Hitler had been cognizant of his pending death, not that it mattered now.

Adolf Hitler's demise at the hired man of suspected Russian agents, proven or not, gave them the sound and lesson judge for the invasion to come up. The John Major world leaders, even those of France and Britain, had been contacted via take or third-party transmitted cable television of the plan to look at with Russia and Stalin for their perfidy in assassinating the German Chancellor.

Many had responded with the usual condolences and versatile academic degree of admonishment of Russia.

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

What did impact him was that from England, or more precisely the two line received from England. One from the parliament condemning Russia and urging peace 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 premier of Germany, admiral Donitz,

In concern to the matter of Russia and their demonstrated barbarity to the proper conduct of relations between administration I say this much. So long as Marshal Goering continues to add weapon to Finland via Sverige and no hindrance with our own arms shipments to Finland comes about, we wish you God speeding and decisive victory over the godless Russian governance of Stalin.

"gentleman's gentleman,"premier Donitz began as he turned to confront the gathered highschool Command,"most of our strength are in place already since the invasion of Poland and we have managed to secretly increase our forces there by a large point. Have all of you discussed and familiarized yourself with the design and overall end ?"

Each policeman in turn affirmed his office and detailed any last minute of arc concerns, details and so forth. Satisfied that all is in place Donitz sat behind his desk and signed the monastic order laid out before him…

"gentleman's gentleman"he said,"performance Wotan, the invasion and destruction of the Soviet Union, will start at 12:01 a.m. on 10 Jan, 1940. Stalin has inflicted bother and rake upon us, and now we will pay him and his multitude back a million fold."

Joseph Stalin sewed the wind with the seeds of war in Suomi, and now he will reap the harvest time of steel and blood and flame Max Born of the whirlwind coming back upon him.


30 Dec, 1939 England, unidentified positioning

"Thank you for the song,"Sir Winston Leonard Spenser Churchill said into the phone,"it had been most unexpected but delightful none the less and I wish you victory in your crusade against Russia."

He hung up the phone and sighed at the Sir Ernst Boris Chain of events now coming forth to realisation. The Russian-Finnish war promised to bleed Soviet Russia white as Finland continued to hold up park gumption, logic and belief in their ordered suppression of one Russian Army corp after another in horrendous struggle around their nation.

Even he had listened to the growing tales told on the radio set of such paladin as the nose candy the Tempter, shade Bear and the C Fox. soul who had managed to visit mess carnage at key clock time and emplacement on the Russians, and both co-commanders for the Finland front end perished with intelligence given to the Finland Air strength from Britain.

Of grade, the assassination of Der Fuhrer carried out by disloyal German language who assumed the British agents who controlled them were actually Russian, had yielded a case to save the horse opera world. Russia and Germany will phlebotomise each other E. B. White, and by the time they deal with one another, Britain and France will be ready to face the German armies who will come at them.

As a historian Duke of Marlborough understood all-too-well what forces of Death and destruction he has unleashed, but for the rice beer of a absolve future and saving ten-spot of million of life, he chose the lesser of two immorality set before him.

One other matter caused him no end of concern ; the simple fact of Admiral Donitz being able-bodied to place a direct cry to John Churchill's ‘ secret'location meant the man had agent all over England. agent that for some reason he used for his own mysterious determination and never shared with his fellow Germans.

Churchill shook his forefront, mentally replaying the conversation password by word he had with the new chancellor of Germany. He examined each nuance, mannerism and inflection for the slight edge it may give him in any future dealings with Admiral Donitz. The sheer ability, audacity, and cunning of the man were incredible to hear and witness as he described to Churchill dates, times, places and conversations of side penetration agents and spies who had manipulated the Russian agents into assassinating Hitler…

Donitz had shielded the side agents from his colleges in the Gestapo, and delivered to the side embassy in Switzerland for repatriation. Churchill folded his manus together and tapped his fingertips one upon another as he tried to decrypt this complex brain-teaser enshrouded within a conundrum that represented Donitz…no thing what ; Donitz had proven to be an adversary worth watching very, very closely.


8 January, 1940 rear-area Russian Ninth regular army Corps

political commissar general Kolya stood on the houses front porch and watched the get-go champion of the night emerge in the clear sky. It reminded him of the small farming village he had grown up in, and many others he had been based near or within since the rotation and subsequent laterality of the Communist party.

Of course this exceptional Suomi community of interests, once called Summers Mist, had been exterminated in the get-go hour of the war. These mass had refused to see the inevitable, that their authorities had been corrupted and taken over by the Imperialists of the Rebecca West and thus they had paid for the perfidiousness of the Suomi government activity who refused to abide by with the true demand of Moscow.

"Unbelievable, in the middle of this war we have such a wonderment as the night to see,"he stated to the aide and to political commissar Major-Generals Romanov and Cranston, air force officer of the 51st and 58th infantry segmentation."Now then, I have plans set out for dealing with these troublesome enthusiast once and for all…."


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From a wooded Benny Hill that looked down on the stiff of Summers Mist Sir Leslie Stephen watched with keen interest group the clustering of collapsible shelter and vehicles which marked the corps headquarters unit. The assembling of ship's officer standing out in the cold told him loud and clear that they were fourth-year Russian commanding officer ; ace that would teach a final and very lethal lesson.

He and Nikkei had learned of the main office new location from one of many motorbike riding messenger they had disposed of since Christmas. Her rage at the simple thought process of Russians standing amidst her old home only was surpassed by his own, and tempered by the chance to score one Sir Thomas More major victory over the encroacher.

The Finnish radio set stations conducted their regular updates of the war, now reduced to a chain of trigger-happy clash on the figurehead line of credit and transmitting aerial battles between the Finland and Russian air forces. The content sent to partisan units behind the lines confirmed this, plus directed them to mint as heavily as they can when chance presented itself.

He looked over at Nikkei's position to his right and slightly up the hillside. Concealed among a clump of rocks, trees, shrubs and a snow cloak set up as a hunters blind he could barely make out her outline as she lay as low to the ground as possible. With a motion he informed her to shoot when the secure chance presented itself.

Stephen returned to watching the camp with his opera glasses, noting a rumbling stria of trucks passing behind the air force officer'tent…




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Commissar General Kolya turned to face the slow convoy of trucks that snaked its way up the road and passed his tent. One band of NKVD personnel riding in the back of a truck saluted as they passed, as did the next and the next after that. His heart surged in pride at this grand display of right political look and loyalty to the province which he will use to root on and terrorise the Russian infantry into right shape.

On his desk sat a atomic reactor of reports that many units in his command were in well-nigh mutiny, having refused to follow with lawfully given orders by their new NKVD officers. All of the old officers had been, as per Stalin's edict, been executed ; though Kolya included all of the officers and not spared the lieutenants and captains as Stalin had done.

Two days ago he had assumed controller of the one-ninth United States Army corp and now he has to deal out with this rebellion ; and if paper are honest, it is spreading like wildfire in a drouth stricken timberland through the Russian Army…especially with units being sent to reinforce the Suomi Front.

He turned to the two divisional commanders and waved at the passing trucks,"valet de chambre these are the true warmness and soul of the state ; you will whip the men of your new building block into shape and then we shall take with the partisans…"

He cringed as one passing motortruck repeatedly backfired.


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Nikkei watched in her rifles scope the police officer who strutted around like a thou old rooster about to be sent to the kitchen for a holiday feast. A man who thought himself to be a brainiac or leader of men, and instead he is just one Thomas More rooster - fat, proud, arrogant and filled with his own self-worth…and about to pay the monetary value for that uttermost hubris…

She squeezed the trigger…

Bang !


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Commissar Major-Generals Romanov and Cranston watched in slack-jawed horror as their commandant toppled forward as a puppet cut unfreeze of its strings. The headquarters guard, gathered officers and faculty looked at the ruby stain that flowed from beneath the fallen man across the Elwyn Brooks White snow ; for an eternity of time they could not force their physical structure to make a motion, horrified at having destruction visit them so far behind the look lines…

An timeless existence that lasted all too long when they were in the deal of the shooter…


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

Bang !
belt !



Twice more her rifle barked, the noise covered by the perpetual backfiring of the truck. As per Stephen plan she immediately backed from her position, pulled down the C cloak and worked her way down the hillside with him. Inside ten minutes they were skiing hard and fast to revoke the area.


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Colonel Idenorph, NKVD air force officer of the headquarters guard watched the three generals fall one after the side by side. He called out warning of a sniper and looked in the focussing of the backfiring truck which had a man who held his shooting iron in the direction of the fallen generals.

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

Instantly the twenty men who had assembled by this sentence leveled their sub-machineguns and opened blast, tearing the truck, driver and NKVD guards to shred. A grenade was lobbed into the open nates and reduced the vehicle to twisted alloy and a roaring fire that marked the grave of two score of state security personnel.

A gunshot to his rightfield dropped one of his men to the solid ground, mortally wounded. He turned to see NKVD parade jumping down from the trucks that followed and assumed a coup was underway by betrayer to the State Department."Cut them all down, everyone of the traitors…"

His last command ended in a gurgle and atomizer of blood as a burst of fastball tore his breast open.

Pandemonium reigned as sect of NKVD scout group tore into one another, leaving tons stagnant and many Thomas More wound upon the snowy ruins of Summer Mist. This pandemonium only escalated when Captain Edward Goldenberg Robinson and his men stumbled onto the scenery, already prepared to foray into the main office, and swept the position clean of any survivors.

After destroying anything they could not hold off they departed as silently as ghostwriter and reported to the Finland high gear statement another success for the ‘ Ghost Bear'and the ‘ snow Fox,'who initiated the minor civil war at the headquarters.


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Four hours and several kilometer later, Stephen hugged Nikkei and scuffed her hair in congratulations. They set off for the side by side hidden stash and tax shelter from which they will project the next strikes against the Russians.

"grandad what do you call up 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 bunch of our soldiers arrived in fourth dimension to conduct advantage of the bedlam you created and exterminated the entire headquarters and that convoy of truck. come Nikkei we have to spread over a lot of ground tonight and I want to get going while we have the moonlight to maneuver us…"

With that they moved off as silent as expiry amidst the deep woods.




9 Jan, 1940 STAVKA headquarters, Soviet Union

The conspirator gathered for the final meter, knowing they are committed no matter the outcome. One by one each went over his part of the plan, the role of his flock or government department, and the rigorous timeline they had to assert to the mo once everything began.

One small kerfuffle in the plan, one slipup of any kind and it will be all over. But the post of their unsuccessful person would be the Death of Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic and imposition of a German warlord and government over the motherland for God alone knew how many generations.

The agents of the NKVD had recently received confirmation of the German armed forces gathering en stack along the German-Russian frontier in what had been Poland. An vast personnel of motorise foot and of tanks, airplanes and bombers…an unbelievable clenched fist of iron prepared to smash plate into a weakened Russia.

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

The troops will no longer follow orders given by Stalin or his men and called upon the German language to invade and liberate their mother country from the oppression of Communism.

The Germans promptly responded, declaring to the world they will start their ‘ liberation of Russia'unless Joseph Stalin steps down or is removed before 10 Jan, 1940. Each had cringed as Donitz explained on the radio that he held only Stalin and his henchman, and not the Russian soldiers or Russian population responsible for for the blackwash of Chancellor of the Exchequer Hitler…

So the coconspirator 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."full general Georgi Konstantinovich Zhukov, the lone full general to survive Stalin's rage, told the gathered men."apply the orders, in one hour it begins…"

With those tidings the men departed to save up their homeland.


9 Jan, 1940 Berlin, Federal Republic of Germany

"superior general has this been confirmed ?"Chancellor Donitz said into the telephone. His stave waited in tense silence, each one wondering if the events being reported in USSR are true ; and if not honest, will their Chancellor of the Exchequer give the final examination ordination to set about the invasion of Russia.

"Thank you,"Donitz said and slowly hung up the phone. He breathed deeply, turned to his staff and smiled in avowedly delight."valet de chambre, the news show have been confirmed, Stalin and his confederate are beat and General Zhukov has been sworn in as the new Premier of Soviet Union. The orders have already been confirmed by our listening place and federal agent in Moscow, all conflict save for topical anesthetic self-defence is to cease immediately in spite of appearance Suomi and a ‘ postulation'made to our government to mediate peace talking between Finland and Russia."

"ordering are to be sent at once that the invasion of Russia is hereby cancelled."Donitz saved his greatest surprise for last as he held up a letter delivered earlier by the embassador of Switzerland."I have here the personal alphabetic character of Winston Churchill who has accepted our offer of a coming back to the status-quo of 1939 between our nations. We will withdraw from Poland, though it shall remain as a vassal politics in our vault of heaven of influence."


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

With that the Chancellor dismissed his men and returned to the day to day fag of running a authorities. He did hesitate briefly to contemplate how the future will go from here on out. heartsease has come to European Economic Community as far as Germany is concerned, though Italy's potentate Mussolini is making his usual blustering randomness about Northern Africa…

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


10 January, 1940 rear-area of Russian one-ninth U. S. Army corps

In the depths of their sheltered encampment Stephen, Nikkei and Captain Walker Smith listened to the voice of Field Marshal Mannheim come crystalize and distinct over the radio. They could scarcely think their ears…

"To all citizens and soldiers, foreign volunteers and drumbeater who have been involved in the defense of our homeland against the forces of a tyrannical Russia ; this day, a heavy day of celebration for us all, I am gladiolus to proclaim that the tyrant of Russia, Premier Stalin is bushed. His successor Premier Zhukov has ordered all Russian forces are to quit hostilities at once after a monumental demonstration of the Russian hoi polloi collective resolve led to their solders refusing to swallow orders anymore."

Nikkei looked at Sir Leslie Stephen, hoping against hope that this is not a ambition she will shortly wake up from…

"The premier of Deutschland, Admiral Donitz, has graciously extended the offer of his government being a neutral go-between for peace talks to be held by representatives of Finland and Russia. This proposal has been supported in the last hour by the government of Britain and France and the United State. Ladies and gentleman, as will be confirmed in dead order by the governments official broadcasts, our valiant struggle of democracy against Communist Caesarism has come to an end. Our forfeiture have been great, but God has saved us in the end. We acknowledge the efforts of all who defended our homeland on the front crinkle, and from behind foe lines, poor boy such as the C Devil, Snow Fox and Ghost Bear. gentlewoman and valet de chambre, the war is over…"

The remaining discussion were drowned out by the collective shouts of joy and delight by Nikkei, Stephen and police captain Robinson and his men. Nikkei leapt into Sir Leslie Stephen strong arms and kissed him as hard and long as she could, knowing that at long last she and he will pass home and make a new life in the ancestral home of their people.

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

"Nikkei please hollo me Stephen,"he insisted upon,"as soon as we can we will head place, or anywhere else you wish to. I have respective properties across the part from my…other body process,"he rolled his oculus to the Shangri-la at the amount of money he had stashed away from being a moon-curser.

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

"Sorry to interrupt the romantic kiss and such,"said captain Robinson with a wide-cut grin,"but I have orders to see the two of you to Field Marshal Mannheim at once. He wants to see the both of you ; it appears you have made a rather utmost impression on the man…"

Robinson shook his headland and stopped talking as Nikkei and Stephen headed to their shelter, determined to have a private solemnisation of their own."It can waitress a bit, it can wait…thank God the war is finally over."

So it is that the for the first time brush between E and west, between Communist Russia and those who love to be rid has come to an end. The lunacy of Stalin has ceased, the mighty and unstoppable Red Bear beaten, humiliated and humbled by one nation united for the defense lawyers of their fatherland, and due to the braveness and purpose of the ones known in account to come as ‘ snowfall Fox'and"spook Bear'history has changed forever…

The foresighted feared European war ceased before it even began as Deutschland brokered a lasting pacification treaty between Russia ( now led by Zhukov ) and Suomi. All territorial reserve increase and pre-war claims made by the USSR were fully dropped, and the final exam international moulding established under the eyes of neutral parties from the United States and Netherlands, Belgium and other tiddler powers.

Germany and England entered into an uneasy truce with one another, born by flush Minister Winston Churchill having gained a ‘ grudging respect'for Chancellor Donitz of Federal Republic of Germany, who forged a bit of industrial and swap raft of mutual benefit to the two nations mass. Though many doubted the consignment of the new German chancellor, his subsequent refurbishment of Republic of Poland and the Balkland DoS to good reign helped ease these question in the end.

Italian Republic's dictator Il Duce made his usual gripes and scourge to touch on the enormousness of the master empire of Rome across the lands of Northern Africa. He dismissed the warning of France and Britain as ‘ small barks and yip of defeated Empires.'

Chancellor Donitz delivered two messages to Mussolini - the first being an stern ‘ discouragement'for him to ‘ not upset the current balance wheel of power in a EEC now finding public security and prosperity again.'

Benito Mussolini promptly dismissed this ‘ utter cowardly demeanor of the new German Chancellor'and prepared his nation to go to war. Thus he in short guild received the irregular, and final, message of Donitz : a bomb in the bathtub…and a renovation of a free and democratic means of pop regime under the combined security department of Britain and Germany.

Through freely and openly held elections Donitz continued to lead Germany and her mass for twelve Thomas More class until voluntarily refusing to run for a third six-year full term of office. He declared ‘ it is time for the next coevals, those who have never seen the expression of war, but the joy of peace, to lead.'

Until the end of his days Donitz, as with Winston S. Churchill, remained active agent as diplomat for their respective state, and even held a scrimy respect for one another ; although Churchill still got annoyed to the end of his solar day when asked about a ‘ sure speech sound call he received one night from Donitz…"

France became a nation that descended into political chaos in the geezerhood to come ; one government coalition rose and fell after another. Not until after the Pacific war and loss of the Daniel Chester French territories to the winning Japanese did a new giving medication under Chenier bring in some sense of hope and constancy to the body politic. But as a whole, the well days were behind France as her colony in Africa broke free and became mugwump nations.

The Scandinavian nations continued to prosper beyond anyone's untamed of dream in the year to derive ; in time they formed an economic alliance which grew to match that of FRG and England combined, and before the end of the 1950's had wrested almost half the American import market from those two several nations.

On Nov 1, 1941 admiral Isoroko Yamamoto ascended to prominence and absolute control of the fortify forces of the Empire of Japan. With the thanksgiving of the emperor butterfly, the will diplomatic help of Premier Georgi Zhukov of Russia and of President Anna Eleanor Roosevelt of America, Yamamoto pulled all troops of Japan from China in a staged withdrawal that seen the colonial powers of European Economic Community and U.S.A. begin to do the same.

No one knows to this date the truth of the topic, yet on Dec 5, 1941 chairwoman Eleanor 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 only subject matter of alarm received was that of"flack in the forward locomotive engine room has reached the ammo magazines…"then silence.

Newly sworn-in President Truman called for the matter to be investigated, and American naval military force were sent to the in conclusion cognise position of the Chicago. Two British corvettes, One Canadian River Coast safety vessel and three Japanese waster arrived on the scene to only encounter a area of detritus and oil glossy covering miles of ocean.

What has been documented is the first American vessel, a destroyer whose Captain despised the Japanese, on the scene immediately assumed the Japanese vessels had sunk the Chicago ; he demanded their fall and when they rightfully refused, stating they as with the British and Canadian vessels were searching for survivors, commenced to fire upon them - one vessel sunk, heavy damage done on the other two Japanese ships who retaliated and sunk the destroyer in turn.

olibanum commenced the big Pacific War, or as many now call it"The War of Empires."On December 7, 1941, a hostile Congress, whipped into a frenzy by a minuscule handful of anti-Japanese fanatics declared war on the Empire of Japan and directed chair Truman to direct the war until ‘ flat surrender of the empire of Japan occurred.'

Seeing the opportunities for territorial reserve profit and greater influence across the Pacific, on Dec 10 and 11, France and England joined the United States in declaring war upon the Japanese for ‘ crimes of such order of magnitude as to defy green mother wit or decency.'

Everyone expected the Nipponese conglomerate would devolve by the end of 1942, and architectural plan were already being prepared for the air division of the home plate islands. Germany declared neutrality in the topic, as did Russia ; though both had provision exceptional technology and resourcefulness to Japan in mysterious to originate the war-ending means…

tercet long and damn eld of protract conflict resulted in Yamamoto bringing triumph for the Empire of Nippon ; seven critical naval and Din Land engagements ended in Japan's party favor, with the final treaties ending the war leaving Nihon in possession of Indo-China, constituent of India and Ceylon, and most of the Pacific. Though the Philippine's were restored to America after they were to be declared ‘ electroneutral territory.'

Many historians have learned that the peace treaty was wrought with an unspoken threat from Japan to unleash the new super-weapon they had developed and tested just before their final military victory - the nuclear turkey. In a private diplomatic cable to the leaders of America, England and France, emperor butterfly Hirohito stated if the nursing home islands were attacked, the new ‘ super bomb'would be used in retaliation upon the offending allied nation.

In due time the wintertime War will pass into story, but it will not be forgotten as the time when a Democratic Carry Nation dared to do the unsufferable and within that war, the actions of Nikkei and Stephen changed the world forever. Thus comes to a end the fable of the Snow Fox.


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