Operation Recovery

Chapter 1: Dmitri Pavlov

DMITRI PAVLOV  

MOSCOW, RUSSIA  

JANUARY 21, 2023, 8:13 AM

A light snow had begun to fall as Dmitri Pavlov made his way to the city square. A brisk breeze also blew which sent snowflakes swirling at his face. He pulled his jacket tighter and checked his watch; 8:13. He was late. Very late.

Even now, four blocks away from the city square, he could hear the shouts of the crowd and the blaring of his boss, Mr. Raslov's speech.

"We Russians have been underestimated for far to long..."

A chorus of cheering cut off the speech. The next think Dmitri knew he was standing in in the square, looking into a huge crowd. He began to push and shove his way through the crowd.

"...It's time we show the world what we really are. How you ask? Simple. Global domination."

The crowd gave a gasp at this. Dmitri didn't even blink. He was used to this kind of thing from Mr. Raslov. Dmitri didn't really believe in the "Global Project" as it was called. But he didn't have choice. Nobody had a choice with Mr. Raslov.

"... I plan to start in the place that will scare the entire world into obedience. The United States of America."

Dmitri had made it to the front by then and was looking up at Mr. Raslov from the edge of the stage.

"I plan on starting this "America Campaign" as soon as possible. And anything that stands in my way; will be destroyed."

A cheer rose up from the crowd, thundering through the square. But beneath it was another sound that Dmitri could only pin as a pistol being drawn, and very close by, too!

Dmitri turned to the noise and saw the man standing beside him pulling a pistol from his jacket and aiming it at Mr. Raslov! Dmitri acted quick. he jumped forward and yanked the mans arm upward, just as the shot was fired. The bullet whizzed harmlessly way over Mr. Raslov's head and into the brick building behind him. But Dmitri had underestimated the mans strength. The man threw Dmitri back and pistol whipped him in the face, causing him to stumble backward.  

The man spun around and fired two shots where Mr. Raslov had been standing. The two bullets pierced into the bodyguard that had thrown himself in front of Mr. Raslov.

Dmitri launched himself at the attacker and grabbed his gun arm. He twisted his arm around and aimed it at the mans face. Dmitri squeezed the trigger. Blood and brains rained down upon the crowd as the ran screaming for cover. Dmitri let the body drop to the ground and hoisted himself onto the stage.

Mr. Raslov was getting up and brushing himself off when Dmitri got to him.

"Are you all right?" Dmitri asked.

"I'm fine, now where is the man who tried to kill me?" Mr. Raslov asked, looking over into the square.

" I killed him, sir."

" What! Now how will we question him? You displease me, Pavlov," Mr. Raslov spat.

"But sir I wa-"

"I don't need your foolish excuses, Pavlov. First, as I noticed, you were very late. Second, you let that man shoot Zaharii," he said motioning to the bodyguard who had gotten shot twice through one shoulder. And then, when I thought things couldn't get any worse, you kill the man before we could question him!"

" Sir, I swear it will not happen again," Dmitri said desperately. He had seen this kind of thing happen many times.

"We are past that time, Pavlov. You will have to be disposed of," Mr. Raslov said, pulling out a Taurus 410 gauge revolver.

This monster of a gun could fire .410 gauge shotgun shells along with .45 long colt cartridges. Dmitri could see it held explosive shotgun shells.

"Please sir, don't do this you can't risk losing me I'm important ju-"

Dmitri's cries were cut of as Mr. Raslov pulled the trigger, causing Dmitri's head to explode.  

Mr. Raslov turned to the crowed which was slowly coming back into the square.

He pointed to Dmitri's body with the gun, "You see what happens when you defy me?"

Authors note: 

I am replacing the first chapter with this chapter and that chapter will become the second chapter. Sorry for any confusion that I may have caused. This chapter shall remain dedicated to GunnerSkretting but whoever comments on the next gets dedication.

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