Dyelli Beybi
31-05-2007, 13:10
The concrete corridoor could do with a new coat of paint Walowski decided. Glass panes in the windows were cracked and many of the lights didn't work, although a generator had been installed and essential areas had had the bulbs changed and wiring repaired. This particular coridoor in the old hospital was not lit.
The Lieutenant-General's boots crunched as he stepped through a drift of desicated leaves. The window here was completely broken, leaves had drifted in during autumn. Now it was the begining of summer, the snow was begining to melt. Last summer this had been a prosperous town. This year the snow would thaw to a dead land.
He arrived at the room he was looking for. A simple wooden door with a handle that still worked. The Sentry outside snapped to attention, Walowski nodded to him vaguely as he turned the handle and went in.
The girl they had found in the bunker was here. Since they had found her, she had been cleaned and fed. She still looked frail and somewhat anorexic, but no longer like she was a skeleton in a skin coloured bag. She was sitting on the bed, hunched up in the corner of the room nearest the small electric fan heater. Dark eyes met his, "Who are you?" she demanded.
It came as a shock to Walowski. They hadn't got a word out of her yet. "Lieutenant-General Walowski." he replied, "And you are?"
"The Union doesn't have Lieutenant-Generals." she laughed, "Tell me the truth."
He looked at her critically for a moment, she apparently thought he was a Moskauan soldier, "Look at my Uniform. Notice a difference."
"It's supposed to be a dark green greatcoat. Where did you get that grey one from?" she demanded.
"The Cyro arsenal." he grunted in reply.
She stared at him blankly for a moment, "Christ, where have I been?"
Walowski sat down on the bed next to her, "I was hoping you could tell me that. Do we have a name and rank for you?"
She stared at him mutely, Walowski sighed, "You should know that Cyro and Moskau are united once again. Soult is in prison. Brezhnev is in Timaru trying to rebuild the city with a few of the survivors."
"Chlarissa Dashwood, Assistant Director of Intelligence." she replied smoothly, apparently deciding Walowski was no threat, "Where are the Soldiers going?"
Walowski looked out her window, noticing the background scene he had taken for granted, column upon column of trucks, IFVs and Tanks were rolling east, "The Red Army is heading to Karmanyaka."
"Are we, you, invading?" Dashwood frowned.
"No." Walowski gave a short laugh, "Defending it in case Ilek-Vaad decides to invade." he turned to look seriously at the girl, she was in her early twenties at the oldest, "Now what can you tell us about you?"
"Me?" she frowned, "Last thing I remember I was with Fraser Morris in a bunker, trying to get some new weapons, next thing I know I'm here."
Walowski looked at her closely but could see no sign of deceipt, "Hopefully your memory will come back. It could be useful."
Outside the columns marched on.
The Lieutenant-General's boots crunched as he stepped through a drift of desicated leaves. The window here was completely broken, leaves had drifted in during autumn. Now it was the begining of summer, the snow was begining to melt. Last summer this had been a prosperous town. This year the snow would thaw to a dead land.
He arrived at the room he was looking for. A simple wooden door with a handle that still worked. The Sentry outside snapped to attention, Walowski nodded to him vaguely as he turned the handle and went in.
The girl they had found in the bunker was here. Since they had found her, she had been cleaned and fed. She still looked frail and somewhat anorexic, but no longer like she was a skeleton in a skin coloured bag. She was sitting on the bed, hunched up in the corner of the room nearest the small electric fan heater. Dark eyes met his, "Who are you?" she demanded.
It came as a shock to Walowski. They hadn't got a word out of her yet. "Lieutenant-General Walowski." he replied, "And you are?"
"The Union doesn't have Lieutenant-Generals." she laughed, "Tell me the truth."
He looked at her critically for a moment, she apparently thought he was a Moskauan soldier, "Look at my Uniform. Notice a difference."
"It's supposed to be a dark green greatcoat. Where did you get that grey one from?" she demanded.
"The Cyro arsenal." he grunted in reply.
She stared at him blankly for a moment, "Christ, where have I been?"
Walowski sat down on the bed next to her, "I was hoping you could tell me that. Do we have a name and rank for you?"
She stared at him mutely, Walowski sighed, "You should know that Cyro and Moskau are united once again. Soult is in prison. Brezhnev is in Timaru trying to rebuild the city with a few of the survivors."
"Chlarissa Dashwood, Assistant Director of Intelligence." she replied smoothly, apparently deciding Walowski was no threat, "Where are the Soldiers going?"
Walowski looked out her window, noticing the background scene he had taken for granted, column upon column of trucks, IFVs and Tanks were rolling east, "The Red Army is heading to Karmanyaka."
"Are we, you, invading?" Dashwood frowned.
"No." Walowski gave a short laugh, "Defending it in case Ilek-Vaad decides to invade." he turned to look seriously at the girl, she was in her early twenties at the oldest, "Now what can you tell us about you?"
"Me?" she frowned, "Last thing I remember I was with Fraser Morris in a bunker, trying to get some new weapons, next thing I know I'm here."
Walowski looked at her closely but could see no sign of deceipt, "Hopefully your memory will come back. It could be useful."
Outside the columns marched on.