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Synopsis:
"1900, Louisiana.
The Wild West is drowning in bourbon, saloon music and broken promises.
Marina Łupków, a legendary bounty hunter, returns from the powder fields of China carrying more scars than dreams.
She wants...
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"Withdraw from Kuwait or face a coalotion ready and weeling to employ all meansnecessary..."
Fall 1990 – Washington, D.C.
The November sky seemed grayer than usual.
The streets of Georgetown were quiet, and the newspapers talked about Saddam Hussein as if his name were a storm about to cross the ocean.
The Persian Gulf had suddenly become the new center of the world.
Twenty years had passed since Marina Łupków, now a Lieutenant Colonel, had left the soggy fields of Vietnam behind.
In that time, she had rebuilt her life with the precision of a strategist and the audacity of an explorer.
A special agent with the FBI, she had uncovered crimes that defied common logic...corporate fraud, industrial espionage, covert executions.
But she hadn’t stopped there.
As a businesswoman, she had expanded her agribusiness and military infrastructure empire to the Sahel and Southeast Asia, with Anna, also a colonel, partner and eternal ally at her side.
Both had built not only wealth, but respect.
Admired by presidents and feared by generals.
They were at a charity dinner, surrounded by congressmen and CEOs, when a uniformed aide interrupted discreetly and solemnly:
— Lieutenant Colonels Łupków and Anatolievna… the Army wants you at the Pentagon, pronto.
(...)
Pentagon – Strategic Operations Room
The room was as cold as ever.
A huge map of the Middle East lit up the wall.
Kuwait had been taken by Iraqi troops in August and the dictator Saddam Hussein was not backing down, defying the UN, the United States and the world order.
— Ladies, we’re facin’ the biggest operation since Vietnam - said General Dalton, looking at the two veterans - Operation Desert Storm needs the best... you weren’t just called, you were chosen.
—With all due respect, sir- said Marina, placing both hands on the table - why us?
— Because the enemy ain’t just fightin’ with tanks...he’s hidin’ missiles in hospitals, booby‑trappin’ the desert and playin’ information like chess, you know how to operate under that kinda pressure... why soldiers still tell Hanoi stories like legend.
