Anarchy Unit: Emergence

Глава I: The A.R.R.F

There's a fire that burns within us. Not one that consumes like a wildfire, but rather a fire that is let out, that sparks bravery and courage in every living individual. It is let out under stress and despair, in a time of need. Every event that has or will happen, will have men and women willing to fight for and with others to protect their way of life and civilization as we know it. No matter the losses that may occur, they will always be there to help. If an opposition pushes, they push. When they push, that inspires others to follow and push as well. No matter of race, gender, religious or political views, or nationality. They- We will fight against the evils that try to harm us, whether the enemy is of origin, or alien. We will fight as a team- win or die.

In the year of 2008, the world was changing drastically. The president of the United States was elected, nations were on the brim of war, unemployment was high, and technology has been upgraded to a high extent. The new president of the United States was young, yet knowledgeable. When he entered office, he had a lot to deal with- especially with the terrorists over in the Middle East and tensions between countries. Countries hated each other, skirmishes happened often, civil wars were breaking out in third world countries, and terrorist attacks were happening on a monthly scale. Riots broke out on the streets, corporations were bonding together and making life worse for minorities. People lost their jobs, houses, cars, and their will to live. They tried to find reasons why their life was utterly awful, they instantly blamed others. This caused hate between citizens- even for the smallest reasons. No one could get through a day without seeing videos of people fighting each other for unnecessary reasons.
At the time, North Korea was thought to be a harmless country due to its size. However, no other country knew what they were up to because of its secrecy. Not even Russia knew what they were up to. But, one day, when an American operation over in the Middle East was in progress, they discovered nuclear weapons being stored by the Iraqis. They had distinguished writing on them, that obviously was not Arabic- It was all written in Korean. At first, the United States thought it was a setup, until they started to discover more nuclear weapons being stored all around the world. They were found in Mexico, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, and Pakistan. Soon enough, all countries were searched for weapons of mass destruction. Eventually, it was found out that many other countries owned nuclear weapons with Korean written on them. The North Koreans denied responsibility of the weapons, and claimed they were false accusations. However, a news article was posted to the internet, showing factories in North Korea making nuclear weapons on a mass production scale guarded by tanks and soldiers. Eventually, the North Koreans got hacked, and their records were posted in an article, showing all the countries that were buying the weapons from North Korea. The North Koreans began to be pressured to confess and stop production.
Later, in 2011, North Korea began to break down from the pressure, and began threatening other countries. All the other countries began to take defensive measures from the threats, and began protecting their countries. The United Kingdom, Germany, France, Italy, Ukraine, Russia, The United States, Australia, Canada, South Korea, Sweden, and many European countries made an agreement to work together and defend each other. However, the majority of the countries' militaries were not big enough to send help to different countries without protecting their own. Russia and the United States began to work together and figure out what they could do. It took three years, and finally made a pact where the United States would create a resistance force to fight anyone who was to attack an allied nation. Over time, they realized that their forces weren't spread out enough and came to an agreement to create military bases to oppose any enemy threats, wherever they may be. So began an elite strike force comprised of mainly Russian and American forces, but also other countries.
With the combination of the United States budget and technology, and Russia's strength in armoured vehicles and air force, the strike force would be difficult to clash against, maybe even impossible. The nations apart of the Great Alliance congregated and discussed the location of the forward operating bases that the strike force will be stationed. In that time, they also came together to come up with a name for the strike force. The president of the United States, Barack Obama, and the President of the Russian Federation, Vladimir Putin, discussed a name that will be recognized and distinguished apart from other militaries. They figured out a name, and brought it up to the other leaders of the Great Alliance. The leaders pondered about the name, and agreed on it. They laid a paper on a table, that read in bold letters, "Indenture of Universal Protection." It stated the beginning of a new strike force, labeled, The "American-Russo Resistance Force," or for short, the "A.R.R.F.," to uphold stability in worldwide nations, with all means necessary. It also stated that troops of the allied countries may be selected to join the military at a given time, voluntarily. The men and women crowded around the table, took turns and signed their names, and agreed to the terms. After the signing, everyone shook hands, and proceeded to go back to their countries, and announce the beginning of a new age.
I was a lieutenant general at the time, and still am to this day. However, my position changed. President Vladimir Putin hand selected me to be in charge of this force. I accepted gladly, and proceeded commanding it. After President Putin announced the uprising of the A.R.R.F., I held events for people to volunteer. Soldiers, citizens, police, and many other people signed up to help our cause. On that day, we gained 6,852 people into the force in Russia alone. Other countries who were allied, also held events for people to volunteer. That added approximately 498,628 people to the entire force. Eventually, what was once supposed to be a force, became it's own military.
Over time, bases were placed all over the world. There were two in South Korea, around a hundred in the United States, five in the United Kingdom, three in India, five in Australia, and many more scattered around Europe, and islands in the Pacific, Indian, and the Atlantic ocean.
I left Russia to command our headquarters in Georgia, United States. Trucks, planes, and helicopters brought in vehicles, weapons, uniforms, troops, and all the necessities of a military base. Hangars were being built, buildings were being expanded, towers were being set up, and barracks were being placed all over. The whole base was coming together before my very eyes. I humbly walked into the command centre, and observed everyone working, and what they were doing. I casually walked down the hall, away from the command centre, and went up a flight of stairs. I went up, until I finally reached the top. I walked over to the ledge, crossed my arms, stood there, and watched every little thing that was happening. Planes were being stored in hangars, tanks were being parked in lots, cargo planes were dropping off new troops and sending them to their new homes, cranes were lifting up support beams as men took them and welded them together. Everything was coming along smoothly.
Suddenly, a man appeared in the corner of my eye. I turned my head as he stood at attention and continued to look forward,"Sir, you have a phone call,"I stood there with my back turned, still looking at the base,
"Alright, I'm coming," I replied.
I turned around and followed him back to my office. He stayed outside, as I strolled over to my phone, and picked it up.
"Hello, Lieutenant General Veselovsky speaking," I said. There was a familiar voice that spoke,
"Hello," the voice said.
He had a thick Russian accent, and spoke firmly,
"This is Vlad. How's the base coming along?"
"Coming along very well, sir."
"Very good," he replied. He paused, and continued. "I don't know if you heard, but the North Koreans now have about twelve nations on their side...which means that the threat of war has risen even more," he said. "I need you to work on a back-up plan, incase this military fails."
"Yes, sir."
He paused again and then clarified firmly, "And make sure whatever you do, works."
"Yes sir."
He paused again, and said goodbye. We hung up, and I stood there in thought for a second. Suddenly, I snapped out of my inner conscious and shot up out of my seat, walked out the door, and headed to the communications centre. I walked through the door, and everyone stood up at attention.
"At ease," I said.
Everyone resumed what they were doing as I walked over to the officer.
"Lieutenant," I said.
"Yes, sir?"
"I need you to find some people for me."
"Yes sir, come with me," he replied.
He walked over to a computer, sat in the chair, and pulled up a government searching engine.
"Who are you looking for?"
"No one in particular, however, I need you to find the best soldiers, mercenaries, hitmen, and or emergency responders," I said.
He started typing, "and does it matter where they're from?"
"As long as they're not directly from an enemy country," I replied. "When you found a decent amount, radio me or send someone to get me," I continued.
"Yes, sir."
I walked out of the room, then out of the building, and walked onto the tarmac where soldiers were moving about. As I walked, I passed by buildings on the base, then the infirmary, where they were setting up all the medical equipment. I passed by the bathrooms, along with barracks, where the new men who arrived were settling in. Some of them have already made themselves at home, and were exercising. Some lifted weights, some were running, and some were simply dancing. Finally, I strolled past the repair shop. I observed all the vehicles on the hoists. They were all mainly the Russian version of a Jeep- a UAZ-469. I walked over to the soldier in charge of the shop.
"What's wrong with these cars?" I asked.
The soldier turned around with a clipboard in his hand, "Well, the one on lane two is having engine problems. The one on lane three has a cracked rusted chassis. The one on lane six has two broken axles. And the one at the end lane blew out its engine," he replied.
I looked at the cars with dismay, "And how old are these cars?" I asked.
"They range from between 1958 to 1976."
I looked at them with disgust, "Trash or sell them." I paused, "I don't want these things in my army. They are as unreliable as public transportation."
"Yes, sir." He paused, "But what do you want to replace them with?"
I thought about it for a quick second, "Land Rovers," I replied.
"Yes, sir! Right away!"
I continued on my walk throughout the base, and observed everyone. I finally made it back to my office, and sat down to file some paperwork. I looked over to my desk, and saw my phone. I directly called my assistant.
"Hello," I said.
"Hello, what can I do for you, General?"
"Would you bring me a cup of tea?" I asked.
"Yes, sir," he replied.
"Get yourself one too if you want," I said.
"Yes, sir. Will do."
I sat there for five minutes, then my assistant walked through the door.
"Here's your tea, sir," he said.
"Thank you. Did you put sugar in it?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. I put three teaspoons," he replied.
"Alright, thank you."
He nodded, and was just about to leave, but stopped, "Oh wait!"
I looked at him, "Yes?
"The officer from communications called, saying that he's ready."
"Alright, thank you," I replied.
He walked out the door, as I got up. I picked up my cup of tea and brought it with me to to the communications centre. I walked in and then over to the officer.
"What do you have?" I asked.
"I have twenty three people you may be looking for." He replied.
I looked at the computer. "Go on," I said.
"Well first, we have a police officer who lead a raid on the Mexican cartel, and successfully drove them out of the United States."
"Next," I firmly replied.
"Well, next we have a soldier who escaped captivity by terrorists, and killed all his captors."
I thought about it for a second, "Put him down just in case."
"Yes, sir."
The officer went through more people who could qualify for my team, but I turned down most, however allowed some.
"Next, we have a soldier in our army who fought an entire platoon of Georgians, and survived a tanker blowing up."
"Put him on the list."
"Her, sir," he corrected me.
"Excuse me?
"She's a female, sir," he replied.
"Oh, well then... put her down the list then," I chuckled.
"Yes, sir."
We continued for another fifteen minutes of accepting and declining people.
"Alright, that's all I have for now," he said.
"Alright, get me the files of those we have on the list, and have them delivered to my desk by tomorrow morning."
"Yes, sir."
I turned around, and walked out the door, and went to my office. I closed the door behind me, and went over to my desk, and sat down in my cushioned rolly chair. I shuffled through more paperwork, and organized. I picked up my jacket from my coat rack, and put it on. I gathered my cell phone, watch, leather wallet, and my keys, and headed towards the door. I shut off the lights, opened the door, and closed it behind me. As I was leaving, I walked past my assistant.
"I'm leaving for tonight," I said. "See you tomorrow. Goodnight," I continued.
"Goodnight, sir."
I continued to walk out the door, over to the car park, and towards my Iveco Massif pick-up truck. I pulled out my keys, unlocked the doors, and hopped in. I closed the door, locked it, and then started the car. I released the emergency brake. put it into drive, and pulled out of the car park. I drove down a two lane road, and headed off base, back home. On my way, I passed by dimly lit stores, shops, and restaurants. Occasionally, there were people walking and biking on the sidewalk. I proceeded to enter the interstate from the on ramp. Cars passed by me, as I passed by other cars. Trucks stayed in the right lane, since it was the law. I watched cars fly past me from the other side of the road. They flashed by instantaneously, and all that was left was two red lights in the mirror. I continued to drive on the calm, soothing road, until I had to get off the interstate. I got onto the on ramp, and drove down the highway. As I drove a little ways down the road, I looked over on my right side to see a giant yellow ecliptic cylinder with red writing sitting in the centre. I pulled into the car park of Bojangles, and got out. As I walked in, I was instantly greeted.
"Mr. Veselovsky! How's things at the based?"
"Hey, Sarah," I said. "It's coming along. Nearly done with construction."
"That's great!"
"John working tonight?" I asked.
"No, he works mornings now," she replied.
"Ah, well I guess I'll have to start visiting him in the mornings now," I replied.
"So, what can I get you Mr. Veselovsky?" She asked.
"I'll go with the 'Homestyle combo' with fries and no dipping sauce."
She spoke through the microphone, then looked back up at me, "Will that be all for tonight?"
"Yeah, that's all," I replied. "$6.59?" I asked.
"No, you're good. It's on the house," She replied.
"Oh, thank you," I said as I shoved my leather wallet back in my pocket.
I slowly moved down the see through heat racks, watching as she placed my food on my plate.
"Been busy today?" I asked.
"Just average. Not too busy."
"That's good."
She then handed my food over to me, and placed my cup down.
"Enjoy, Mr. Veselovsky."
I smiled, and picked up my tray, and filled my cup up with sweet tea. I then walked over, and picked out a straw, a few napkins, and got a handful of tomato sauce packets, and sat down. I then began to squeeze the tomato out on my tray, and began to eat. As I ate, I listened to the music that was playing. As soon as the song was over, The Chain by Fleetwood Mac started up. I knew it instantly, and it brought memories back that I never wanted to remember again. Things of my past that were too terrible for anyone to remember. The worst part is that I couldn't even tell anyone about it. By the time the song ended, I snapped out of my trance to my hands shaking.
"Are you okay?" Asked a voice.
I put my hands on the table to stop the shaking, and looked over, "Yes, I'm fine Shirley."
She looked at my hands, then at my fake smile, "Alright. Do you need a refill?"
I looked into my cup, "No thank you. I'm good Shirley." I smiled.
"Oh, alright, "She replied
I resumed back to eating what was left of my food, and tried to forget what happened. As soon as I finished, another song began to play. Luckily for me, it was one of my favourites: Invaders by Iron Maiden. I got up, threw away my garbage, and put up my tray. Before I left, I filled up my cup, and headed out the door with a goodbye to the staff.
I then got into my car, and drove home. I pulled up to my house, and parked my car in the garage. I then closed the garage door as I opened to door to my home. It was pitch black. I turned on the lights, closed the door behind me, and sat down at the table, scrolling through my phone as I drank the rest of my tea. After I was done, I threw the cup away, shut off the lights, and then walked upstairs to my room to go take a shower, then go to bed. I laid down in my bed, staring at the ceiling, and just started to think. I thought about the team I was supposed to assemble, suggestion of Vladimir Putin. I tried to think of faster and easier ways to bring people onto the team, that are unique in character, physical performance, and any abnormal qualities. I figured it out- I needed to not just look into emergency respondents, soldiers, mercenaries, and hitmen, but also people who used to be those professions. After thinking of the ideas, I slowly closed my eyes to the sound of 'California Dreaming' by Freischwimmer, and drifted into my slumber.