<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">GM Starter Post</span></div><br/>World War III. They had always known it would happen between these two countries. The United States of America, and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (USSR). It all began out of nothing, a war between words rather than bullets. The American President had stood strong against the Communist opposition, and his bravery resulted in the death of at least a hundred million on each side. The nuclear missiles were fired, some blowing up before they could even reach their intended targets. It was catastrophic, and left the countries as wastelands, filled with radioactive waste and other dangerous and harmful substances. Food and water was imported from the remainder of the world, the patch-work Governments attempting to keep a hold on their respective nations. However, most of the supplies fell in to the wrong hands. Raiders and soldiers, the ones with the biggest weapons and largest armies were in charge.<br/><br/>A large detachment of elite Soviet paratroopers had invaded prior to the drop of the nuclear bombs. The entire west coast of the United States was painted red, and was advancing at an alarming rate when the incident happened.<strong>Captain Vhaul Kircheis</strong>company of soldiers had been one of the forward units, leading the charge through the north of the country. On that day, the day the sky changed color, he lost most of his men. Plenty of good men that he had served with for years. If it wasn't for luck -- their discovery of an underground warehouse -- they would have been incinerated or worse... disfigured and tormented with radiation. Only three made it. Himself, second squad's<strong>Sergeant Hannibal Klotaviski</strong>-- a Polish soldier -- and<strong>Corporal Julian Krause</strong>- -A German Troop-- and<strong>Military doctor Jarius Borschov</strong>of third squad. A few days ago, they came across<strong>Lieutenant Ludvig Ivanov</strong>of another regiment, found wandering through the forest that had become their residence for the previous week. And not long after that they found another of there own,<strong>Corporal Sorina Eltsina</strong>. A junior pilot in the USSR Air Force, that had brought a number of paratroopers onto U.S. soil.<br/><br/>The warehouse had very little supplies, so Vhaul Kircheis had decided that they had to start moving somewhere else. Then came the rumors of a large, underground bunker in the next state, that had enough weapons, ammunition and supplies for ten years. Information gotten when they captured<strong>Jay Deleram</strong>a young Mercenary soldier and former Green Barret. With seven of them living there -- perhaps another couple of Soviet soldiers they found on their travels -- they could ration that supply for even further, if required.<br/><br/>Sergeant Hannibal Klotaviski had been expressing his opinion on the myth of this bunker, which he didn't think existed. And if it did, it was probably occupied by various American Generals and soldiers. He just didn't want to get his hopes up. Vhaul Kircheis a little more optomistic on the matter -- which was a first for him -- and told them he was certain it was empty, and that the stories of supplies stocked to the ceiling were true. However, their plan was interrupted with the sound of a helicopter from above. The Russians scrambled for cover, but the sound of an M240 machine gun from the side-door nearly wiped them out before they could hit the deck. However, one was lost. A young Staff Sergeant they had only found the day before.<br/><br/>Vhaul Kircheis aimed his assault rifle in to the sky and pulled back on the trigger twice, missing both times. The helicopter circled round for another attack, Vhaul Kircheis was inches away from receiving a painful bullet to the left knee. Without any sort of anti-aircraft weapon, they were going to have to rely on luck to bring this thing down -- or running away, which most of them quietly agreed on.<strong>Corporal Julian Krause</strong>and<strong>Military doctor Jarius Borschov</strong>and<strong>Corporal Sorina Eltsina</strong>were the first to begin retreating, followed by Vhaul Kircheis dragging along there captive Jay Deleram.  Klotaviski, however, insisted on bringing this thing down. He lowered himself on one knee and unloaded a good number of ammunition on the flying fortress, however he was dragged away by his Lieutenant.<br/><br/>In the helicopter, PFC Alex pulled back on the trigger of the machine gun, determined to kill these four communists before they hid themselves in the foliage of the woods. "You gotta go round for another run! I already got one!" Shouted the gunner, holding on as the soldiers on the ground re-appeared in her vision. "I can't see them! Where are they?" She muttered, when suddenly something went horribly wrong. Some gun-shots returned from the ground, but she couldn't quite make out from where. The next thing he knew, the helicopter was heading for the ground fast. How was this possible? Had she hit something important? Or was it just a horrible, horrible coincidence at the most horrible, horrible time?<br/><br/>Alex was not sure what happened, but all of a sudden blast of high picked sounds started to blast into her helmet headset from the helicopters AAU. The only thing holding her and her fellow crew member's in the falling death trap was there gunner belts. A sharp shard of metal cutting her's threw and threw on impact and flinging her out of the burning wreck.<br/><br/>It took a few minute for her to come too. Her world spinning around as she slowly sat up, a sharp pain running up her right side and someone yelling feeling her ears. Turning slowly to see the men that had been firing at there aircraft. It did not take the door gunner long to know if she did not run she would be shot dead on the spot. But running was not an easy task in a full flight suit, flight gear and helmet. Not having any time to remove any of it. Hell, the men now chasing after her would not even be able to tell her sex.<br/><br/>Thank god she was fast on her feet, darting threw the trees that had once blocked her view of the enemy now help cover her. Every now and then hearing a gun shot and at times feeling the round past only inches from her. Alex's breathing was heavy, the face guard on her helmet making it hard to breath. Yet she knew if she stopped of even a moment to remove it she would be dead. Eyes focused only on the path that laid before her. Hearing the men chasing her only steps behind her. Yet she did not dare look back.<br/><br/>It must have been three or four miles before her luck finally ran out. Not watching where her footing was Alex found herself falling almost four feet to the ground below. Having ran off what could only be seen as a small cliff. The soldier landing wrong on her foot and she felt her ankle give way. Falling face first into the ground below. Standing slowly only to stumble and hear a gun only inches behind being loaded for a final shot.<br/><br/>She knew then if she ran she would be dead, and if she didn't run she would be dead. The only thing she could do was raise her hands to the back of her head and hope the man or men behind her would not shoot her in the back.