"Who's there?!" Barked Nikolai as he raised his weapon into the dark tunnels before him.                                                                                                                                                "Relax, Niko, it's probably nothing. We haven't had any activity in this outpost for weeks, months maybe, It was probably a wild rat or something" Chuckled Aleksandr. Nikolai ignored his best friend, and turned the floodlights on. He could almost see the end of the tunnel, where the Mins'ka outpost was, with the lights on. Nikolai grunted and came to the conclusion that Aleksandr was probably right, and lowered his Kalash and turned the floodlights off. Darkness poured into the tunnels once again. Nikolai knew what was coming.                                                               "Haha! I told you so, you should listen to your elders, young Niko, you might live longer!" Mocked Aleksandr.                                                                                                   "Don't give me that, you can never be to sure!" Protested Nikolai. "Romour has it that the Pechers'ka station was attacked last night." The outpost went quiet. A long and eerie silence swept the dark mineshaft. After a few minuites, the silence was broken.                                                                                                                                      "Vodka?" The other three men nodded, as Aleksanr poured the vodka into four cups.

"Hey! Your shift is over! Get the %@%% out of here!" Said a rough voice from the darkness. It was Boris. Boris emerged from the darkness, laughing to himself. with another three men behind him. Nikolai smiled, even in the darkest of times, it was nice to know some people could at least laugh. The men exchanged handshakes.     "How is it? Quiet? Still?" Asked Boris, reffering to the tunnels.                                   "Yes, well.. Kind of. I heard something a few hours ago, but it was probably my imagination running wild." Nikolai responded. "But other then that, it's been quiet." "Hmm, where the hell are the Americans hiding? It's be-" Boris was interrupted by the krackling of gunfire in the distance. It was from Mins'ka outpost, up ahead.       "*!!^i Nikolai, Adrian, Serge, lets go see whats up! the rest of you, wait here for us." Ordered Boris. The four men sprinted to the end of the tunnel to find all of the men at Mins'ka dead. Everyone was staring at the bodies, in disbelief. Mins'ka was the biggest outpost in the entire mine, wiped out, in mere minuites.  Boris bent down to inspect the dead. Adrian and Serge took cover and raised their weapons.                      "They must have been a team of beserkers. There are so many rounds in there bodies, theres no way there was only one.." Muttered Boris. Nikolai started to feel uneasy. He had never seen a beserker before. He had only heard about them in a travelers unrealistic tales, although, any tale of a beserker survivor were unrealistic. Beserkers were American a special forces unit. They wore bulky, almost impenetrable armour, and carried heavy machine guns capable of tearing through almost any bunker door, provided they had enough ammunition.                                 "Beserkers?" Grumbled Serge. "Why the hell would they be down here?"                       "I don't know. But we're going to have to go back to Pechers'ka and then radio command." Boris grunted. Suddenly there was shouting in the tunnels.                "More Russian rats this way! C'mon!" Nikolai heard their footsteps, sprinting towards them from the tunnels to the left.                                                                       "Lets get out of here, Boris!" Nikolai shouted, as he turned around. But what he saw was not the darkness of the tunnels, but the bulky armour of a beserker, dimly light by red lights on the chest plate and shoulder pads. He knew he was in trouble.        "Hello ladies!" He grunted and punched Nikolai in the stomache, Nikolai reached for a Kalashnikov on a pile of sandbags to his right, but by the time he reached for it, it was too late, and he knew it. The beserker kicked him to the ground, and reached for his sidearm. As he put the Revolver to nikolai's head, he spat in nikolai's face.     "Goodnight, Soviet pig."

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