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'''''Jonathan wins the card contest against Terry, so it is now his turn''''' | '''''Jonathan wins the card contest against Terry, so it is now his turn''''' | ||
β | Georg stares at Yuriy's tired face, the will to kill him growing stronger with every moment. Then Maria | + | Georg stares at Yuriy's tired face, the will to kill him growing stronger with every moment. Then Maria slowly turns her head to look in his direction. The look on her face... it's indescribable. Longing, hope, fear, and horror--all rolled into one. Something breaks inside Georg, like the clouds breaking before the sun, and he lets his arms drop. |
From the stairs, Dmitri says, "Good. Now, can I trust you to not fuck up my plans any further? I spared your life, now I expect you to mobilize your troops to help me out there. Can I count on you?" Georg looks him in the eye, and then nods. With a sigh of relief, Dmitri goes back upstairs. | From the stairs, Dmitri says, "Good. Now, can I trust you to not fuck up my plans any further? I spared your life, now I expect you to mobilize your troops to help me out there. Can I count on you?" Georg looks him in the eye, and then nods. With a sigh of relief, Dmitri goes back upstairs. | ||
β | Georg searches the cottage for a radio transmitter, finally finding one upstairs. Dmitri is there, pointing a sniper rifle out the window. There are two more Russians here, guarding Dmitri. At first they look worried when they see Georg, but he points to the radio and one of | + | A nearby burst of machine-gun fire snaps Georg back into action. He searches the cottage for a radio transmitter, finally finding one upstairs. Dmitri is there, pointing a sniper rifle out the window. There are two more Russians here, guarding Dmitri. At first they look worried when they see Georg, but he points to the radio and one of them nods an ok. |
Georg begins hailing his younger brother, who is holed up with the rest of his family in Laz Cortu. Tense minutes pass by as he waits for a response. Finally, his brother answers the hail. Georg warns him about the imminent attack on Laz Cortu, and instructs him to help the Russians however he can. His brother, faithful as always, agrees. | Georg begins hailing his younger brother, who is holed up with the rest of his family in Laz Cortu. Tense minutes pass by as he waits for a response. Finally, his brother answers the hail. Georg warns him about the imminent attack on Laz Cortu, and instructs him to help the Russians however he can. His brother, faithful as always, agrees. | ||
β | With a | + | With a deep breath, Georg prepares himself for his last task. He hails the troops he left to guard the stolen nukes. Once he's reached them, and they've established identities, he gives them one command: "launch now." The soldier responds: "Are you sure, Georg?" To which Georg says, his voice completely calm, "It's the only way to end this, do it now." Finally, the soldier gives him a "Yes, sir." Georg leans back in his chair, and then moves to the window. He stares as the sky lights up and the growing mushroom clouds glow over the horizon, his eyes filled with hatred. |
:--'''Jonathan''' | :--'''Jonathan''' |