(Girls frontline) I will always be at your side Commander! Monthlyish updates.

Urals

"Commander, Officer Helian has arrived from headquarters and requires to meet you."

"Thank you M4, please let her in."

The door of Kriegers office slides open and the senior officer steps in, taking a seat and producing a datapad as the Commander lights up a cigarette and dismisses M4.

H:"You never returned or destroyed your beacon did you?"

K:"No I kept it as a memento, as a reminder I suppose."

H:"Its on transmitting from the Ural mountain range right now."

K:"Well we better check it out."

H:"What did you do?"

K:"I handed it off to the Colonel of the base during our joint operations with those rebel fucks."

H:"One, you had no authorization to hand such a thing off to a enemy. Two, We lost the entire force of human resistance in the region when they surrendered, so please explain why."

K:"Their CO had as much training as a 12yr old with a RISK board game, he's violated several conventions of the "UN Charter", and overall if we handed echelon control to him, we would have suffered. Besides the Colonel was sympathetic to our cause."

H:"I wouldn't support that when he captured the entire rebel force instead of letting a few slip through if he supported us."

K:"Yegor was on his way, letting them escape would have put his life in danger, besides we know the KCCO treats any prisoners of war humanely."

H:"Next you'll be telling me the collapse fluid bath hasn't destroyed your common sense."

K:"Maybe its because I've spent the past couple of years in a base almost entirely populated by T-dolls each with a quirk or personality that came from a scientist that subsists on Coffee beans and cold temperatures."

H:"Tenure doesn't come until we win."

K:"Alright, well we can turn this colonel to our side, he's got valuable intel and maybe they haven't turned off his access into KCCO databases, god knows what they're planning."

H:"You'll be operating under your own discretion and support, no outside reinforcements, if you get trapped on that mountain-

K:"Setup a bunker and die heroes."

H:"-You're on your own."

K:"I understand, and if we bring our colonel in?"

H:"Hold him for a few days, our agents will take him in and see what we can do."

K:"If you spill one drop of his blood, I'm not accepting any other joint collaborations."

H:"You have my word."

The grey haired officer sits up and depart from the officer as Krieger douses his cigarette in the ashtray before calling M4 back in, who after stepping behind the desk, slaps the Commander.

K: "Oh now why did you have to do that?"

M4:"You smoked again."

K:"I did not, scouts honor."

M4:"There's another butt in the ash tray, and you never grew up in North America, you weren't a boyscout."

K:"Alright fine. Just two a day than."

M4:"None."

K:"Would you rather I die from a heart attack eating Springfields muffins and pie?"

M4:"N-No.."

K:"Than just one a day."

M4:"Fine, but put filters on them."

K:"On a wage like mine?! You're kidding me."

M4:"You can borrow my pay, I don't spend much."

K:"Never from you Mai. Alright, get your team and AK-12's ready for dustoff tonight. Grab AT-4 team and MK153 team, night vision equipment and trace rounds are a must, we'll be grabbing a VIP from the Urals."

M4:"Understood Commander."

Krieger rises from his chair and leans in kissing M4 on the cheek before she departs to the armoury to put in the list of necessary items.

"Its only been a few months Colonel. What have you gotten yourself into."

Ural Mountains range. 16:00 hours.

The soil and rock mixture under his feet is smooth and worn, someone fought a last stand here, he can tell. The rusting brass cartridges chambered in classic Kalshnikov caliber. The blackened rock around the mouth of the cave telling the story of high explosive shells just hitting their mark but missing the people here, he finds the shell fragments, his shells, ones his guns would fire, or shells fired by the guns of similar regiments. Finally in the back he finds those that stood last, their uniforms moldy and decaying, their bodies looted of anything of value by the victorious that came up the rocky slope, but most of all, badges and patches, worn so proudly on their right breast in place of nametags or anything else. A wolfs head with a few words under them:"We are the Ural wolfs cubs." Simple but effective, The colonel knows who these men belonged to, he met that man just months ago in the shelled out ruins of his base, and now that man will come to the colonels aid, the colonel tries to smile to the figure dressed in the garbs of a lieutenant, their pack holding a precious cargo and their helicopter, the only thing that could bring them back to the life he had, smoldering and booby trapped on the opposite side of this cave.

Finally this lazy dumbass writes something, expect a 2 or three parter I guess.