Vorkuta

Cape Charles, December 26, 2028

Cape Charles 2028, we wait in the meeting the gloomy waiting room where almost very soldier, engineer, and even the janitors wait for the governors presentation. Governor Alexei Vladimir would make a presentation in Vorkuta, Russia about creating a military peace to stop the war that had waged on for ten years. The American people had waited anxiously in their couches and rocking chairs waiting to listen to the governors speech. For about fifteen minutes the impatient and anxious people of America waited until every news station had turned their focus to Alexei and his words of peace. "American and Russian people, everyone has gathered here today to here the words of truth." He said in a very distinctive Russian accent. "I can assure you that the ceasefire has commenced and there will be no more blood shed." Everyone shouted in joy and the American people stand up and clap. The men in the room stand up and hug the person next to them and everything seems perfect. A loud boom goes off and the public starts screaming Alexei slams to the ground creating a pool of blood where his head lies, a man stands there in Alexi's place, before the bodyguards tackle the murderer he says, "For Dragovich and mother Russia." The man is tackled to the ground next to the man he just killed, he was lifted up and drug into a armored vehicle and was driven to a holding cell and interrogation facility. The men in the gloomy meeting room started up conversations that echoed the room. Me and my men had no time to sit and talk we rushed to the council meeting room where every General and major sat in their assigned locations. "What the hell is going on over there," I asked in a very loud tone. "That's what we don't know lieutenant," said General Wayne. Me and my team left the councils meeting room in suspense of the decision that they will come up with. I dismiss my team to their sleeping quarters as I go there myself, my thoughts scramble up my mind and it only makes it worse giving me more questions and confusion. I slowly fall prey to the yearning of my body's rest. But before I give to the aching of my body I remember he yelled out, "For Dragovich." The thought makes me jump from my bed and to my personal crappy desktop that was covered in dust because I barely use it. I research all night about Russian men by the name of Dragovich I couldn't find anything, nothing, no data intel absolutely nothing. It brings up false hope to me making me resilient to sleep only bring more questions and questions.....