SROUR OILFIELD, SAUDI ARABIA 5:39 PM:
David Zarba sat back in his chair sipping his whine. He looked at the sun setting in the coast the water covering part of it. The ocean was just short of his part of the oilfield. But he still used it anway. He wanted his own nation so he could do what ever the hell he wanted without having to follow Saudi Arabian rules. He stared out at the coast the sun was blocked by an armada of Soviet ships.

Ivan Nikilov was here. David Zarba had bought arms off of the man to power his country's Military. It was made up of veterans of the Syria and Mercenaries of Somalia. Ivan walked up to him smiling showing his rotted teeth. " The fleet is ours David your weapons are there I assure you. Give my money and I will be on my way." Ivan said quickly taking the case an running off.

" Greedy Russian prick." David mummbled eyeing the Klashinkov in Ivan's arm. Ivan started his small motorboat and drove off in the ocean. A probe had just caught the whole thing. David wasn't known for his flattery but he was a smart enough guy. Daniel Moore would soon find this out.

WASHINGTON D.C , UNITED STATES OF AMERICA 8:47 AM:

Daniel moore sighed as he saw the probe pictures for the space station. " Saudi Arabia is going to be fucking pissed." He said lighting a cigarette. "I know those are Soviet ships. We are going to Russia boys. Or at least Huntington is going to be. I need to contact our Russian friends okay. We can set an operation up if they're willing to work for us or rather with us."

As though on cue the KGB head called the CIA director. " Alas we meet again Moore. Here's the deal we know who sold those arms. Ivan Nikilov did it. He's the biggest arms dealer in the world right now. He's got a penthouse in Siberia. Bad place to live I hear. He's got two hundred guards. If you send Huntington I will send my best men okay?" The KGB director asked Moore.

" Alright Huntington will be at Moscow in ten hours." Moore said then hung up and picked the phone back up again to call his agent Huntington. "Huntington your going to Russia. Time for you to save the world. No Question's you will be briefed in Moscow." Moore hanged up and took a drag. "Operation takeover is now in affect."

KABUL , AFGHANISTAN 6:29 Pm:

Cpt Tyler Lenners sat in a cafeteria at the military base with his friends, Sgt Aquino Loayza, Pvt Paige Belfield, Mjr Paul Kelly, and Lt Waleska Muriel. " Saudi Arabia's pissed and a war is coming, eh?"

" This is going to be a hostile takeover. God help us all." Aquino said looked depressed.

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