Zona Alfa

Sergeant Zubarev slapped a dossier down on the table. "We're being redeployed to Adrosorvik."

The soldiers sitting around groaned, "There's fuck all to do there!" Niminev bleated, "Bunch of stuffy generals already drank all the booze and fucked all the whores!" the assembled soldiers laughed at the unit's clown.

The Sergeant scowled till the laughter died out, "I know you worldly gentlemen don't watch the news, but I'm sure you know that Adrosorvik was the site of a recent attack by the rebels, command has tried to keep a lid on the whole thing, but this was no normal bombing, half the city was wiped off the map by a device of unknown design."

The revelation took the levity out of the bored soldiers, Zubarev surveyed the room gauging the faces of his soldiers. "Listen up, the brass was there, I don't know why, but as of right now General Dovadov is the commander of all Guuseprian forces." A quite murmur of swears rolled through the men. "The Army has set up a perimeter and no one is getting in or out of the Adrosorvik region, they're calling it Zona Alfa. We're the lucky bastards that get to go in first and check it out."

Corporal Vadym Buserev piped up, "No one knows what happened?"

Zubarev picked up the dossier he'd set down and handed it to the Corporal, "We know there was a massive attack, it might have been nuclear..." Goldava kissed the cross he wore around his neck and folded in on himself. "Hey, we're the best recon unit in the Army, that's why we're going in first, the radiation readings are inconsistent..."

"Good, maybe we'll only get a little cancer." Niminev's joke failed to make anyone laugh this time.

"All precautions are being taken on this one, we're getting radiation gear and testing equipment, command is even giving us an armored recce with full contaminant scrubbers. If the site is dirty we'll at least be clean. We have to go in, whatever happened has to be found out and there's no radio or other transmissions coming out of Adrosorvik. Aerial recon is not going to cut it on this."

"Not surprising, when have those fly-boys ever got the job done?" Niminev succeeded in making the squad laugh, "Besides maybe we'll get super powers like the Icredible Hulk." The joker proceeded to flex and growl.

"That's the spirit. Our mission is simple, we go in, collect as much information as we can, command wants video, photos, readings on radiation in the air, soil samples, and if we can connect with survivors of the attack, rescue any of the missing VIP's." Sergeant Zubarev pulled his beret from his pocket and fixed it on his head. "Corporal, go over the particulars with the men. Double check all your gear. I have to head over to the motor-pool and get our special equipment. We leave at 19:00, it's going to be an overnight drive and we should be there in the morning."

Corporal Buserev stood and saluted, "Yes Sergeant."