Date: 15/5/12 A.R.L.

Location: St. Poniesberg, Poviet Union

Area: Sector 6, Green Zone
Time: 19: 45

Part 1: Infiltration

“Бог! Как долго мы должны стоять здесь замораживание наши фланги прочь!” (God! How much longer do we have to stand out here freezing our flanks off!) the unicorn guard asked in Povietnese

“Просто нагреть себя и заткнись, мы выходим в 20, так что не ебет это” (Just heat yourself up and shut the fuck up, we get off in 20 so don’t fuck this up) the other guard said smacking him over the head with his hoof before handing him a heated pad. Which the other guard had gladly and placed it in his front left hoof, he sighed and continued his patrol. Both of them not noticing the medium sized stallion hiding in the shadows, observing them closely before he continued to follow them. He made sure he had the right gear selected on his bracelet before he advanced, sneaking up on the unicorn. He then reached over, covering the unicorns mouth as he plunged his hidden blade into the back of his neck and then slamming his head on the wooden floors of the complex. As he did this, the other guard was about to turn around as a bolt ripped through his neck, leaving him hanging on the wall with the bolt holding him up like a coat hanger.

“This is Peacekeeper 9 to Peacekeeper 2 and 6 I have reached the perimeter and commencing with Operation Red Army, Over” the young pegasus said through his mic attached to one of his ears.
“Roger that 9, we’re setting up on the south eastern entrance of the compound. You only got one shot at this, make it count. Over” The pony on the opposite side of the line said. He quickly pulled the bolt through the neck of the enemy combatant, letting his body fall before dragging it into an empty storage closet. But not before removing his uniform, leaving him in only his under cloths. He then dragged the unicorn in the same closet before locking it tight. The Pegasus activated his comms again,
“This is 9 to all personnel, I am reaching the target area. From this moment on we are radio silent. Do you copy over” Which he was soon greeted with the collective sounds of ponies saying roger into their mics. He grabbed the mic from his ear and placed it into one of uniforms flank pockets. He fluffed up his fur collar and walked out the door onto the frozen tundra.

“Good Luck Blood, we’re counting on you”

Author's Note

Okay, the story behind why i'm splitting this in parts is because: 1. I have to translate a lot of things from English to Russian, and 2: There is another side story that will combine with this one.