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**16 hours later**Laying out on her back, Katyusha is catching up on much needed sleep that she has missed over the past couple of days. With nonstop German bombardment of the city, along with constant counter sniping, it's kept her on her toes and busy for the past few days.
About 16 hours ago however, Katya, Nikolai, and another sniper team where tasked with a mission of going deep into the enemy lines. There, they're going to track down a high ranking German official rumored to be in the area and eliminate him, once he's silenced they're to look for the missing sniper team they've sent a while back. However, that's just a optional objective since Katya's team is more experienced they're tasking the other team with finding the missing sniper team.
Once the shot is fired, both teams are to meet up with a second recon platoon and ambush the supply convoy moving to resupply the German lines at the front.
So Nikolai being the gentlemen his mother had raised him to be, took the first watch and he's been awake for about seven hours now, since their mission began into the early hours of dawn. Sitting in his chair and silently staring out the window that they've chosen to shoot from, he's on alert as he's looking for suspicious movement or their priority target.
As the hours near 6 am, he leans back in his chair and whispers "Comrade Lieutenant your turn to take shift." Nikolai says with a exhausted yawn, slowly standing up he stretches out his sore back and walks over to shake her awake.
"Twenty more minutes, I'm tired..." She complains with a grumble and she shifts herself so her back is facing him, but after another minute she sighs at his persistence and she gets up. Groggily she walks over to the window and she pulls the chair up, and then leaning back a little bit she relaxes again as she begins her watch out the window.
Sighing a little more as she forces her eyes to stay open, she then reaches over and picks her rifle up checking on her weapon. She now begins the boring watch shift into the early hours of dawn while counting her bullets to pass the time.
Within the safety of the building she can lean back and watch the outside world where she can observe the German patrols below constantly without loosing sight on them.
As the minutes ticked by, it felt like a eternity sitting there and listening to the distant rumbling of the guns with the rattles of a machine gun echoing here and there. Or the sounds of a skirmish would erupt a ways away but in this skeleton city, sound has a habit of traveling far.
Back in reality however, a couple of hours have passed into the morning hours, and finally Katya's boredom is captured by the sound of a rumbling truck. This quickly kills her boredom and picking up Nikolai's boot, she tosses it at him and it hits his shoulder blade.
He jolts awake with a startle, but seeing Katyusha shush him, he quickly ties his boot onto his foot and grabs his binoculars coming over to the window. He raises his field glasses up and looking out into the streets below, he follows the movement of the truck up the road where it stops and he can see some officers stepping up to open the tailgate.
The tailgate comes away from the truck to let the soldiers inside, out and at the end a Captain and their main target. The Oberst in charge of the sector concerning Red square, and the supplies that need to come through.
At 0800 the next Russian charge into the killing grounds will commence, and the sniper teams must eliminate the section commander before then.
"Range estimated to be around three hundred yards.... With the wind in our favor, two minutes until lights out.." Nikolai whispers eagerly as he watches the Hauptmann and Oberst stop to talk with the NCO's by the heavy supply trucks that are lined up.
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Katyusha
Fiction HistoriqueKatyusha was your average young woman in Russia, that was until June 22 when the Blitzkrieg of Russia began. Her town became war-torn and wanting to fight; she picked up arms with her grandfather's rifle. Driven by revenge and hatred towards the Weh...