88 Night Raid – Part V


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DAY 15 – MAY 2nd 2000

SW of LUBLINIEC, POLAND – NIGHT

MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE THE FENCE

“We got Ivan and Dimitri approaching, straight ahead; sure you wanna sit this one out doc?” asks NASCAR.

Prone on the ground in his prepared position, he is observing the Russian patrol over the barrel of his M249; his trigger finger resting on the side of the LMG.

DONNA glances at the two approaching torches, then sets behind a large tree, unable to see and to be seen “I told you I’m no ninja. I don’t want to blow everything because they can see a reflection on my rifle or something”

“Look at them doc, they’re one trigger pull away from oblivion: heads low, eyes to the ground, torches moving up and down, left and right, I bet they can barely see in front of them. I could walk right up to them, and they wouldn’t notice me until I was right in their face”

“Walk up to them and what?” asks DONNA “ask them to surrender?”

“Sorry, I don’t speak no Russian” answers NASCAR “but I could tell them to f**k off”

“How? You just said you don’t speak Russian”

“Let’s just say that I can speak sign language”

PHASE 12

LED and ALEX both look at the stairs: squared, blocky, Soviet-era concrete stairs. That means no risk of wooden planks screeching under their weight, and as the stairs are obviously in use, no rubble on the steps.

Once again, ALEX takes point, with LED right behind him. Slowly and methodically, the duo reaches the landing on the first floor. With slow movements of his head, ALEX peeks left and right, revealing respectively a dead end with debris and a window, and an open door leading to a tiled room where a toilet is visible.

The artificial light is coming from somewhere further up to the right.

Suddenly, a screeching wood noise comes from the right, then a thump, like something has been placed on the ground.

Vy uzhe zavershili patrulirovaniye?” asks a male voice, a hint of aggressiveness in its tone “vy probezhali po perimetru?” [Russian: Have you already completed the patrol? Did you run around the perimeter?”]

ALEX and LED both freeze, and in a split second the Lieutenant takes charge. He taps ALEX’s shoulder and starts to remove his helmet. “Mne zhal’” he says “my… nashli chto-to” he climbs the last steps and places his helmet on the ground, to the left of the stairs. [Russian: I’m sorry, we… found something]

Chto?” asks the Russian raising his voice “chto ty, chert voz’mi, nesesh’?” [Russian: What? What the hell are you talking about?]

LED hands ALEX his M4 carbine and takes the comrade’s AK-74. ALEX just accepts the rifle switch.

My tol’ko chto proyekhali depo…” says LED pausing briefly “…I, ahm…” he looks at ALEX while touching his knife twice, then points at the bathroom. [Russian: we just passed the depot, and…]

Govori, idiot!” says the Russian. [Russian: speak, idiot!]

ALEX enters the bathroom, puts down the carbine against the wall, and grabs his knife.

LED arrives at the corner and a room opens to his left. He sees metal desks and shelves full of boxes, a small table with a battery-powered lamp emanating a yellow light. Another step and he sees two windows partially closed, the red light of the fire outside barely visible in between the shutters.

Finally, one last half-step brings the remaining side of the room into view: a wooden desk with some papers on it aligned against the wall. Next to it, a man sitting on a chair, by his posture LED can tell he had his feet on the desk until a moment ago. He is wearing Russian fatigues, with a captain’s shoulder badge, a flack vest, and a Makarov pistol by his side. Next to him, an AK-74 is propped up against the desk’s drawers, and three mags on top of the table.

The captain has an unkept dark beard and short hair; his skin appears pale in the dim yellow light. He is not wearing a helmet. Even in the relative darkness, LED can see the frowned brows and slightly tilted head, like a sergeant major used to have back in his time in the US Army, right before a chew-up.

He stays in the shadow as much as possible, and as soon as he is in sight of the Russian, he slings the AK on his back, hoping the gesture qualifies him as not a threat.

LED’s mind is quickly at work: he is facing an angry superior with an ease for yelling. He lowers his eyes and scratches his head, another effort to conceal his face. “Mne zhal’, ser” he says faking unease “chto-to sluchilos’” [Russian: I’m sorry, sir. Something happened]

The Russian straightens his posture “Chto vy, idioty, natvorili na etot raz?” he says with a rigid jaw. [Russian: what have you idiots done this time?]

LED shifts his weight from one leg to the other, apparently looking for words “ser…” he pauses with his mouth open “budet proshche, yesli vy priyedete i uvidite” he adds with anguish. [Russian: sir, it will be easier if you come and see]

Captain SMIRNOV stands and snorts from his nose. “Kogda my zakonchim, tebya zhdet nakazaniye vsey tvoyey zhizni” he says through his teeth. [Russian: you are in for the punishment of your life when we are done]

LED keeps his eyes down and turns towards the stairs “da, ser” he mumbles. [Russian: yes, sir]



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