The R.A.R (Red Army Resistance)

6 Months later, December 10, 2098

"Corporal Aschenbrenner, do you wanna get a drink?" PFC. Franklin asks as Corporal Leah Aschenbrenner looks at him. He shivers as her silvery eyes look over him. He watches as she readjusts her shirtsleeves. He saw the sign for Virgo on her wrist wink at him for a moment before her sleeves covered it.
"Sure. Why not? We've been guarding this damn stretch of sidewalk for the last 9 and a half hours and they can wait a few more hours to find whosoever they want us to find," Leah said as she ran a hand through her feathery hair. She shouldered her assault rifle and then stared at the entrance of the Laughing Tiger Pub. She pulled her coat closer, her thoughts scattered.

"Are you cold too, ma'am?" Pvt. Jackson asks as Leah shakes her head.
"No. I'm just thinking," Leah says as she sighs.

***Leah's POV***

I stare at the Laughing Tiger Pub, feeling like I remember it. That's impossible, though. I've never been here before, or have I? If I have been here, I don't remember. Dr. Baker says these feelings of déjà vu are just side effects of my time in the Russian prison I'd been unjustly interned in. Dr. Baker said he was in Moscow for his own enjoyment when he heard about a prison where several foreign POW's were housed. He'd found me living in that hellhole and had gotten me out of there. Then he'd nursed me back to health in his hospital in Berlin. I'd recovered quicker than he thought I would apparently. The oddest thing was he thought me his love. He'd kiss me, hug me, and just try to be romantic, but even he could tell I hated it. A kiss on the cheek is better than a forced French-kiss. Jeremiah (that's his full first name) Baker is otherwise a great doctor. He nursed me back to health, but I've always had a feeling of fear or possibly disgust at him. And then there's General Adelberg. I first met him when I enrolled in the German Armada and he insisted I call him simply Herr Adelberg. He doesn't try come onto me, but I believe that's because of a lost love he met during the Irish War, but that's only what I heard. He's kind though, almost like a father to me.

"Corporal Aschenner?" Franklin asks, jarring me out of my thoughts. I look at PFC. Franklin, who's 6'5 and light-headed, and smile to myself. He looks like the slightest disturbance'll make him shit himself. I look over at Pvt. Jackson, who's 6'6 and dark-headed, also. He has a smug expression on his face that I'd like to smack off. My gaze finally falls on the smallest member of my team and I smile. At 18 and only about 5'9, Alexis Grace Bronnënburg, the only true German besides myself, has flaming red hair and oh so many freckles. She prefers the name Alex, but I call her Lexi. Franklin, who was the first man I'd met when I'd signed up for military service in Berlin, is known as King because of his rather awesome skill with a deck of playing cards. Jackson is known as the Knave because of his rather boyish charm and because of his rather great bedding of several high society women. They simply call me Ace because I seem to be their ace in the hole as I have served in one more war then they have and have the most battlefield experience. I supposedly got the team of fools, but we get along, nonetheless. I look at Lexi again and think of how she reminds me of-. A sharp pain runs through my head and I groan slightly. Damn, I hate that feeling. Ever since we've arrived in Moscow, I've been having migraines and periods of brief rememberance, but then I'd forget what I was remembering. And when I'd sleep, I dream of people who's faces I knew, but who's names illude me. Baker told me to come to his office in Moscow if I had any problems, but this is probably nothing. "Are you okay, Leah?" Lexi asks as I shrug. "Just a bit cold, I guess. Let's go inside before another war begins," I say as they all smile. We enter the pub and I look at the patrons.

**This Leah sounds a lot like Charlee, doesn't she? Who's this Adelberg and how does he tie into Charlee Petrovich's life? Read on to find out!**