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Raid on Santa Claus (IC/MT/FanT/Non-canon/TG To join)

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Raid on Santa Claus (IC/MT/FanT/Non-canon/TG To join)

Postby El Cuscatlan » Sat Dec 20, 2014 6:08 pm

Santa Claus was for a long time a threat to national security of many states. Flying without gift register, violating the airspaces of numerous counties, producing tax-less toys and giving questionable quality toys to children. There were rumours that Santa Claus was using elves as cheap labour and turned his castle into enormous labour camp where the Elves worked 24h/day without minimum wage. His red suit was of course disguise to communism, which he quietly was trying to spread. Enough of this terror! Somebody must deal with this. And this thing was... The Wild Duck.

Somewhere in Africa

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Colonel Jack Norris was standing below huge tree, smoking a cigar, and thinking about his past. He remembered being colonel in US Army, then his service as Mercenary in Africa. He created from nothing The Wild Duck - one of biggest Mercenary bands. They always were paid the biggest amount of cash and doing hardest mission. His unit had two successful coups on their account, and fighting in countless wars on the black land. They were mercenary elite. But the time for thinking about the past has ended; Jack turned around and walked through the road, into enormous hidden mercenary camp, where his mercenaries were training. he had over while battalion ready to be deployed everywhere as soon as cash reached their account. Jack crossed the gate, as two tall Russian mercenaries who were guarding them saluted at him. He crossed the gate and walked towards big tent where he was living. Passing by he observed mercs training, doing push-ups and shooting, everything in rythm of old song:

"Though we're fighting like a dog, pouring through the fog and fog but keep hoping while you're groping on our way, God bless the human race,but meet them face to face, or you'll never meet your maker anymore!" sang the mercs while doing push-ups, running and doing other physical exercises.

Jack Norris entered his tent, and sat down on his desk, but he was quickly interrupted. To his tent entered Paul Rioux, aka short Paul, named like that for his short height. He was carrying piece of paper, hidden in envelope. Short Paul Saluted and said.

"Sir, a message to you" he said with a smile, as Norris opened the envelope and started Reading the message.

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Dear Colonel Jack Norris,

We would be very glad if you were able to do something for us. We are Santiago Toy Corporation, and we are having problems with certain competition. Once in a year, as you all may know, Santa Claus embarks on his journey to give his questionable quality gifts to the Children. This makes our company loss millions in this part of the year. We can not continue this. We ask you to ensure that Santa Claus will stop being a competition for us.

We offer you 55 million N$D if the operation will succeed, as well as fake passports to deliver as many men as you need into north Pole. Thank you.


Jack Norris finished reading the message and begun to laugh. His unit has not carried an action for a long time, once they secured enormous gold mine in Sierra Leone.

"Paul, select me 15 best men we have" smiled Norris, checking his favourite crossbow "We are going to North Pole"

"Why" Short Paul was surprised, visibly.

"To terminate Santa Claus" smiled Jack Norris, and then rose up, to prepare himself for the journey "Send messages to your friends, we need as much allies as we can, even if we divide the profits between us."
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Postby Republic of Libanon » Sat Dec 20, 2014 6:42 pm

Christmas in Lebanon


Beirut, Lebanon
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Charbel Elias Khoury sat down at his desk, it was nice and snowing in Beirut.

things seemed quite good, no internal conflicts, wonderful Christmas time, often looked forward by most, except for one factor Santa Claus.

Santa had always hated Maronites, the Lebanese Front, Lebanese Forces, and Phalanges numerous times attempted to shoot his slay down, when Santa first came to Lebanon he treated Maronites like he treated everyone else, but since the rule of Charbel Zgheib he gradually became spiteful, Maronite children were only given coal by Santa, while others in Lebanon got toys.

the mysterious reason baffled Lebanese politicians, however it was also a huge national security threat, terrorist groups like the PFLP and the Popular Guard were getting better weapons believed to be coming from the North-Pole, this left the parliament unnerved.

House of the President

Charbel spoke to his 2nd in Command "This Santa Claus, I fear he is coming."

2nd in Command spoke "My Leader, you know what he will do to us."

"I know, he always does it."

the 2nd in Command then said to him "Leader I am ready to shoot down his slay whenever you order."

the 2nd in Command began writing a message to Santa Claus
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Dear,
Santa Claus

Every Christmas since Charbel Zgheib took power you have armed and supplied PFLP and Popular Guard, Hezbollah terrorists against our Government.

You also always give all Maronite Christian children in the country coal instead of gifts.

Why do you hate us?

Missile defenses were prepared, soldiers stood at attention armed with MANPADs, while Russian made SAM systems were prepared.

If Santa's slay were to come, it would get filled with lead and become a fireball.


Beqqa valley, Hashish fields, base of the Zulifqar cartel
Truth About Hassan Nasrallah!

the Hashish was as far thee eye could see, a criminal enterprise so large, the cartel brought in millions.

this was the Zuliqar cartel an Alawite and Shia Muslim drug cartel.

Mahmoud Abbas sat in his rocking chair smoking on his argila, he was high on hashish.

A jeep pulled up, out walked Hassan Nasrallah, Mahmoud was pleased to see him and walked up and gave him a hug and 2 kisses on the cheek.

"Hassan my Akhi, it is the holiday X-Mas, when the local kuffur are asleep and happy. Our time to strike could come, you know Santa loves to give us weapons."


Hassan then said, "It is not cheap akhi, he expects double the shipment of Hashish, this Christmas, Santa is going to put them in Christmas snack to deliver to hungry children in Africa, delicious Hashish candybars, the new product will hit shelves allover the world."

A communique was then sent to Santa regarding the new product,

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Dear,
Santa Claus

You have been one of our biggest suppliers of armaments for the past few years, but in turn you always ask for Hashish.

Well this time, we have a new product, including something for you personally..,........ :)

Hashish candybars! You could put them under every Christmas tree, in every stocking, imagine kids high on hashish, the ultimate vitory for the revolution.

for you personally, we have Hashish filled cookies, delicious, just remember the list of weapons you promised us.

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Postby New Kvenland » Sat Dec 20, 2014 9:02 pm

Erik Adamssen lounnged on his couch, flipping through channels on TV. Life was more exciting back when he was a soldier in the Kven Army. Ah, those were the days. Back then, he didn't have any 'relationships' or 'responsibilities' to deal with; only how much ammo he had.

He felt a flashback coming on. Shit. He immediately started trying to suppress it. He turned the TV volume up as high as he could, without damaging his ears. It didn't work. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of ice. It started resurging slightly, but was still coming. Resorting to one of his last measures, he grabbed a lemon, peeled it as quickly as he could, and bit into it.

The sourness of the lemon overwhelmed his senses. The feeling of a flashback disappeared immediately. Erik ran to his sink, where he filled a cup with water, and drank it all within seconds. He had to repeat this a few times before the sourness finally went away. He sunk to the floor, relieved.

The phone rang.

Groaning, Erik got up and answered it. "Who is this?"

"This is Vlad, your favorite sniper." Erik could tell immediately- Vlad had emigrated at the age of 12 with his family from Belarus. "You have a command from- what's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing," Erik said. "It's just... nothing. What's the command?"

"Sure... it's nothing. It's from Commander Korrhoken."

Erik blinked. "Korr- you mean, Commander Korrhoken? What does he want from me?"

"It's an encrypted letter, only to open when it comes to your email."

This is some real shit going down here, Erik thought. "Alright. Thanks, Vlad."

"No problem."

Erik walked painfully over to his computer. After it booted up, he went to his emai; and immediately saw the Commander's email. Reading it, he sighed. Just when I thought I was off from work for a while... He immediately started rebuilding his team for the upcoming mission.

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TO: erik.adamssen@kmail.co.kv
FROM: korrhoken@kvenspecops.gov.kv
SUBJECT: Upcoming mission

Good evening, Mr. Adamssen.
I am inquiring you on your next mission; that being to hunt down a know terrorist, corporatist, and radical communist. His name is Claus. Santa Claus. He is known for spreading suspicious items, under the guise of 'toys,' to children around the world. These are believed, by several major governments, to be propaganda devices and/or terrorist items. He is believed to have slews of slaves, known as 'elves,' working for almost no money, while Mr. Claus spreads messages to the world that these elves are happy and well-fed. He is also believed to advocate radical communism, due to the massive amounts of red on his person and possessions. He must be stopped. You may build and outfit your own team, but it must be done by tomorrow. You may use anything in your disposal. Be warned, several other teams have also been given this mission. Proceed with caution, and know your friend from your foe.

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Postby Giliberafta » Sat Dec 20, 2014 9:42 pm

Moss City, Giliberafta

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Many Giliberaftains are not fans of Santa Claus. They hate Santa because he would get into their houses and take thei milk and cookies without their consent. The horrible work conditions the elves in the North Pole stickened the people. Praeses Kaius Antipater has taken dictatorial power during this time to attack, invade, and liberate the North Pole. He is sending a team of 35 soliders to attack Santa, with The Defense Minister Charles Dawkins and General Samuel Points leading it. Santa would be killed once a for all, and the elves of the North Pole will be free, and homes of millions of Giliberaftains would no longer be tagreted by the fat invader, cookie-milk stealing man.

The Praeses stated this on his stance of Santa

That fat man has entered into the homes of millions and has taken our cookies and milk without our consent! He has advocated and practiced slavery on the elf race, and they struggle to survive, working day and night. No wages, no workhours, just every single day, every single second. Not to mention, the animal abuse this man conducts on deers for him to fly all over the world is insane! He aims to our children, wanting to convince him that he is a good man. But he is not, and I pledge to bring this man down, and I hope the governments of other countries in the whole will embark on this mission too.

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Postby West Aurelia » Sun Dec 21, 2014 1:33 am

Situation Room, Presidential Palace, Riverside - Several Weeks Earlier

President Stephen Hayes was meeting with his top advisors and high-ranking officials in the Situation Room. National Security Advisor Martin Fields was giving a briefing. "On December 24, 2013 - last Christmas Eve - an unidentified radar contact breached West Aurelian airspace. Similar reports came in from nearly every other country in the world. They all said the same thing: The contact was traveling at an impossible 1050 kilometers per second - 0.35 percent the speed of light. Our fighters had no chance to intercept it. On that same night, reports of break-ins and the discovery of illegal materials skyrocketed, straining the ability of police forces nationwide in responding. We believe these two incidents are connected. Last month, the National Intelligence Service was finally able to trace the contact's origin - the North Pole. There, satellite imagery displayed a magnificent castle, populated by reindeer and small, humanoid creatures - elves. An NIS unit, disguised as a research team, conducted reconnaissance on said castle. The elves stand between 1.3 and 1.6 meters tall, and serve as bodyguards for their master and producers of illegal material. They may be armed. There are approximately 34 of them, although the number of reindeer are unknown. The castle is not owned by any government or non-governmental organization for research purposes. It is owned by a Mr. Santa Claus, a Canadian citizen. Claus is reported to sport a large, white beard and round glasses, and is obese and in his late seventies. He is also a communist, wearing all-red clothing. Claus is an international criminal, responsible for breaching the airspace of numerous countries, countless break-ins, and producing illegal and potentially dangerous material in his castle. We fear he may attempt the same thing this Christmas Eve, and he must be arrested before this can occur. We will be doing a great service to the world."

"We can have a SAG team assaulting his castle within 24 hours," General of the Army Mark Thomas, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff (JCS), said. He was speaking of the Special Activities Group, West Aurelia's tier 1 special forces unit which recruited the best operators from all branches of the military. Its grueling selection course is responsible for numerous deaths and career-destroying injuries. Those who emerge are treated with extreme respect within the West Aurelian Armed Forces.

"I can have a Navy submarine insert them," General of the Navy Anthony Preston replied (the West Aurelian Armed Forces uses the same ranking system throughout all branches of the military to prevent confusion, hence the naval general). "The Beowulf-class can punch through six feet of ice, allowing the operators to deploy."

"I'm well aware of the Beowulf's capabilities," Thomas said. "I presume you have the satellite pass times?"

"Yes, courtesy of the Space Corps," Preston said, nodding at General of the Space Corps Russell Page. He produced a sheet of paper which displayed the pass times of every satellite which had the capability to spot the surfacing Beowulf. They had to do the job quickly, when no satellites were overhead.

"Good," Thomas replied, inspecting the sheet. "Send whatever information you have to Commander Vass. The man likes to formulate his own plans." Commander Robert "Parasite" Vass led SAG's 1st Special Operations Element (SOE), a 20-man unit. He was a fearsome man, standing at 190 centimeters of rock hard muscle. Originally a member of the Army's Covert Operations Group (COG), he rose through the ranks and was selected to join SAG in 2001. Passing the selection course with excellent marks, he was handed command of the 1st SOE shortly after.
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Postby Aigeantir » Sun Dec 21, 2014 3:06 am

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House of Lords,
Bel, Kingdom of Aigéantir,
16:45 PST


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The Chair of the House of Lords counted off the names of the last representatives standing. "....Mr. O'Brien, Mrs. Shaughnessy, Mr. MacAuley, and Ms. Ó Faoláin." The representatives took their seats as their names were called. Having announced the last row of the many aye supporters for the motion on the floor, and seeing that all had voted in favour of the motion, he announced that the House of Lords was unanimous. This was momentous, as Carroll Caomh knew that the House of Lords never could agree so unanimously on anything else! Carroll glanced at the Chair, seeing that he already expected her to speak before the assembly. She approached the microphone, looking quite out of place among her peers as she was only in her 30's, a young politician, though no one could say she was without skill, and tact.

She stood at the podium, checking her notes before speaking. "Ladies and gentlemen of the House of Lords, I thank you for voting in favour of this motion, a motion to mobilize our forces against the North Pole in a coordinated attack by our allies. Our forces will be limited specifically to a small naval task force equipped with fighter support, and a small group of special forces, which will be coordinating with other forces in this joint effort. Our fleet will only be used as a means to provide reconnaissance, fighter support, and naval bombardment if needed, but the mission will centre more on stealth and speed, as we have no idea what we are up against. Our enemy, as many of you know, goes by many alias. Chris Kringle, Santa Claus, Father Christmas, and many more. For decades he has been the single ruler of the North Pole, keeping his activities a secret to the rest of the world. With our allies within the international communities, we have tried to gain access to the North Pole, but every time the motion was brought forth, corporate backing, or a veto vote from the Americans kept us from sending in a international oversight group. This all changed this year, when a group was finally allowed a tour of the North Pole, but on their return their plane met an unknown accident, and all members of the team were lost. They did, however manage to transmit a shocking and disturbing account of animal abuse, illegal and grotesque genetic testing on animals especially reindeer, inhumane and dangerous working conditions, enslaved workers who worked for minimal pay, and were denied breaks, deprived sleep, and starved into submission. Santa Claus himself rarely visits his facilities, instead allowing a select group of elves run the facilities, while he stays far from the eyes of his own citizens in his opulent palace. He is known to be an excessive drinker and womanizer, having his own harem of "Mrs. Clauses," all of them kept drugged to prevent them from disobeying or running away. It is also known that his defensive forces are likely made up of weird hybrid creatures and hybrid cyborg creatures, bred for the battlefield. The team was not able to discover his motivation for toy delivery, but it is doubtful that it has a positive end-goal. For this reason, the international community has authorized all and any nations who feel strongly about standing up to this menace to join a coalition to remove Santa Claus from power. I thank you all for voting in favour of joining this coalition, perhaps we can finally free the north from this tyrant!"

The room erupted with an applause, with many members coming forward to thank Carroll for her words, but Carroll already had other things on her mind, as her sister was leading the special forces squad to the North Pole.


Cpt. Kalin Caomh looked into the eyes of her team, one-by-one, all of them staring back at her, waiting expectantly. She kept her face emotionless. Suddenly a smirk spread across her face, and she got the reaction she wanted as Slider and Nitro folded, and Trigger hesitated before folding as well. It was only Glam and Smiles left. "Well... I'll raise you a hundred." Both Glam and Smiles looked unsure and folded, leaving Kalin with a large pot and a very poor hand.
Glam congratulated her. "Thanks again Captain for removing us from our money."

"Oh, you're quite welcome Glam! I'll be sure to put this to good use!" Kalin replied. Just then a private came in the door and handed her off a message. Kalin read it over, trying not to laugh, thinking at first it was a joke, but seeing that the message was official, she stood, causing the others to stand. "Well it looks like we've got orders to go and remove a dictator."

"Who's the target?" Inquired Slider.

"You'll never believe this, but Santa Claus," Kalin replied. "We're to head out immediately and rendezvous with the other special forces teams when we get there. We'll have air and naval support if needed, but we're supposed to do this without alerting the man in red to our presence."
They all laughed, but stopped as they realized Kalin was being serious.

"Wait, this is a joke, right? Cap?" Nitro asked.

"That's our orders," Kalin replied, without an ounce of humour on her face.

They all were quiet for a moment. Until Kalin dismissed them. Glam looked concerned, but Smiles, seeing him tried to make light of the situation. "Relax Glam, how hard can it be to take out an obese man who likes to wear red and give out toys to children?"
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Postby Inyourfaceistan » Sun Dec 21, 2014 10:37 am

North Pole, Outside Santasgrad



The Red Premier, also known as Santa Claus, ruled the North Pole with the iron-fist of Stalin from his capital of Santasgrad. Despite being a Marxist of the German stock, Santa had based his North Pole empire off of the Soviet Union. Outside the polluted, state-run tenets and industrial collectives of Santasgrad was still untouched tundras and taiga forests home to many animals, who as a result of "Christmas Magic" (radiation run-off from Santa's large WMD program) could speak and think as people did. Their lives were mostly a constant exodus away from the ever-expanding Santasgrad, while those unfortunate enough to cling to life on the outskirts often found themselves a part of Santa's accessory labor force.

It was a silent late December night in the forest. Not even the white field mice were scavenging for food - which was scare due to Santa's socialist policies - and all of the animals were nestled nice and cozy in their burrows and dens as a faint white flurry fell down through the blue light of the moon.
Suddenly, the sounds of miniature boots marching through the snow followed by the sounds of tracked equipment awoken the gentle midnight calm as elf troopers moved in to round up the forest dwellers as large coniferous fir trees came crashing down behind them.
"All reindeer fit for service are to stand to my right; all wolves, foxes and wild dogs are to report to my left for immediate digging detail, and all others are advised to evacuate their borrowed residencies and relocate to state-approved burrows and dens deeper into the forest.
Glorious Comrade-Premier Santa thanks you for your continued service to the Revolution.
" The elven commander shouted on the microphone as his troops moved out to place chains and harnesses around the necks of young reindeer who would be taken into Santa's air force.
"No! Not my baby!" screamed a mother deer as her only child was geared up to be taken away, likely to never be seen again.
Meanwhile an armored vehicle which looked like a BDRM but with Christmas lights, garland and jingle bells adorning its armor rolled forward behind the artic canines who were digging holes on orders of Satna's elven army - unbeknownst to them The Red Premier of the North Pole saw wolves and foxes who liked to pee on trees as not only beacons of capitalistic thought (claiming the trees as private property) but also a threat to his nationalized Christmas tree service. Just like Daniel Ortega waged a war on the Miskito people, Santa was waging a war of annihilation of all canines on the North Pole.
And the machine gun on the armored vehicle opened up on the four legged creatures as their limp bodies fell into the freshly-dug pits in the frosty ground...

However, it all was about to change. Suddenly a loud voice bombed out from the forest:
"No more!" it echoed. The elven soldiers gripped their sub-machineguns as they tried to locate the source of the defiance. Out from the snowy darkness walked a polar bear - a usual denizen of the coast until Santa's elves had moved in to his personal property to make more fisheries to feed their growing work force, which had forced the white bear inland to hunt from the frozen streams and lakes.
"Who are you to challenge Comrade Santa's Glorious Revolution?"
"I am nothing, I am hatred, I am freedom. I am death..."
"You're a mad bear... But now you die as an example to everyo -" the elven commander was cut short by the bodies of two elf snipers falling from the trees with pinecones shoved in their eye sockets.
"What the!?!" He shouted as the sounds of gunfire came from the trees above while snow and pine needles dropped just like his midget soldiers.
Then the polar bear charged forward in a wrath of furry, mauling elf by elf while many still had their guns turned to the dark tree tops above. They tried to turn their guns on him but he had taken two of their comrades, one in either arm, as meat shields while the other forest animals began to rally around him.
"We'll be over run! Fall back!" The elven commander ordered, planning to return with reinforcements to crush the animal uprising, but his plan was cut short when two birds swooped down with a string of Christmas lights and grabbed him by the neck, lynching the elf on sparkly multi-colored high-quality LED lights for all of his comrades to see. The polar bear then lifted under the armored vehicle as it began opening fire, turning the vehicle on its side and as the elves crewing it tried to clamor out they were quickly stomped on by the hooves of the now-free reindeer...
Remaining elven soldiers simply fired their last bursts into the darkening forest, illuminated by the hanging corpse of their Christmas commander and ran as fast as their short legs could carry to the citadel of Santasgrad...
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Postby West Aurelia » Tue Dec 23, 2014 12:21 am

WAN Griswall, Somewhere Near the North Pole - Present Day

Vass leaned against the wall of the submarine as it powered through the freezing Arctic waters. The Griswall was a Beowulf-class nuclear-powered attack submarine, named after West Aurelia's fourth most populous city. It had set off from Griswall Naval Base several weeks earlier to make the long journey to the North Pole, carrying Vass and the nineteen other members of the 1st SOE. Its crew members were not told any details of who they were carrying and were told not to ask. Vass' threatening glares, coupled with his rock hard physique, stopped any of them from even thinking of asking.

Vass' men were doing a variety of tasks: Sleeping, eating, playing cards, reading, and exercising. Vass himself preferred to think through every aspect of the mission in his head and plan for contingencies. His main concern was not assaulting the castle - 34 dwarves and a fat communist would be no match for his elite team. No, his main concern were the reports of foreign forces mounting assaults on the same day, which had just come in yesterday. What if a nation with hostile relations with West Aurelia - and there were quite a few - deployed forces? Would they have to engage them? And if multiple nations deployed forces, who would get the prize? He had twenty men and no idea how many the other nations would deploy.

He shrugged off his thoughts as someone knocked on the door of his unit's tiny section of the submarine. A crew member, probably. One of Vass' men opened it and a young second lieutenant entered. He looked out of place with the towering special forces operators.

Ah, this guy again. Whatever his name is, Vass thought, despite the fact that they had been on the same ship for a few weeks already.

"Sorry to bother you gents, but we're going to breach in one hour. The captain wants you to get ready," the man said.

"Tell him we're on it," Vass replied, shaking his head as the man left and shut the door. His men were already ready - the nature of their job demanded it. And he had a watch too - he knew they had one hour to go.



One Hour Later

The second lieutenant had appeared once more to inform Vass of the new developments: Sonar had determined that the ice was a safe four feet thick and there were no satellites which could detect the sub overhead. That was five minutes ago. Now, Vass grabbed a handle on the wall as the sub commenced the breach. A strong blow was delivered to the ballast tanks and the sub began muscling its way through the ice. A slight shudder could be felt throughout the ship, but Vass still hung on to the handle in case of any "turbulence." A minute later, the shuddering stopped. The second lieutenant, for the third time in an hour, knocked on the door. It was safe to deploy.

The men grabbed their equipment and filed, one by one, out of their area. They climbed out of the sub via the sail and immediately began to secure the area. The freezing Arctic winds pummeled against Vass but were unable to break through the warmth of his gear. The dark polar night caused him to active his night vision equipment as he looked around. Not a soul - human or animal - was in sight. He hopped off the submarine and began heading out, his men in tow. The sub slipped back into the Arctic waters and they were alone.
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