What's next?
My new comrades ask me about the ammunition dump
Fedorov slams his office door behind us when we leave the room.
“No explosives?” Clarke mutters. “Fucking asshole!”
“We’ll have a jolly good time completing our mission without the bloody explosives!” Hobbs comments.
“Tatyana.” Clarke says to get my attention.
“Yes?”
“Your commissar said that you know about this ammunition dump.”
“What about ammunition dump?”
“Is there anything you can tell us about it?” He asks and stops to take a sip out of his canteen.
“We lose twenty men attacking ammunition dump.” I explain. “The fascists have it locked up tighter than nun’s cunt!”
Clarke sprays the water out of his mouth in shock.
“I can’t believe you said that.” He laughs.”I never thought I’d hear a woman say something like that.”
“I am not like girls in America?” I ask playfully.
“Couldn’t be any more different.”
“So a frontal assault is out of the question.” Hobbs concludes.
“Only if you want to stay alive.” I affirm.
“Then it looks like we’ll have to find another way in.” Clarke says. “Any suggestions?”
“I’ll have to think about it.” Hobbs tells him. “There must be a way.”
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