Canadian War Border

The front lines of the Canadian war front defense. A destroyed land of trenches, craters, and mines as well as barbed wire. Defending just on top of the U.S.A., Canadian border, the Western Alliance stages a valiant defense against the continues attack of the Eastern Coalitions, Russian forces. At the command tent of the Western Alliance, General Thompson awaits the selected units to be sent on Operation: Iron Will.

Mark walked into the command tent, his customized M4 slung on his chest strap. General Thompson looked up from the holographic map he had been studying. "Mark Antony. Long time no see."

Antony nodded. "Thompson. Where is everyone?" He looked around the tent.

"Not here yet, we are still awaiting the rest of the Spec-Ops team I requested. Take a seat."

Antony nodded and sat down, the sounds of bombing ringing outside.

Canadien Wilderness 200 kilometer west of Edmonton.

Santiago was cold. Though having trained as a U.S army ranger he hated the cold. He slung his rifle over his back and headed down towards what was left of the Russian convoy. He and his team had been hitting convoys for the last months, in some places choking off the supplies of some Russian held towns. They had been doing well, no casualties, no prisoners, and the russians were none the wiser. They had succesfully hit and destroyed the convoy's without letting the Russians know they had been hit.
Walking up to what remained of an APC he reached down and tore dog tags of a soldier. Taking off the tag that indicated rank he threw the rest into a pile near the center of the convoy. He put the tag he had kept into his pocket, another kill to his name. Turning around he saw his men loot some of the convoy's. Turning to his second in command he said "Lieutenant Bludgeon, Tell the men to line the bodies up on the hill, gas them and prepare the snowmobiles. Load as much as you can and burn the rest."
Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement. Turning he saw a Russian soldier running in between the trees 500 meters away. He unslung his rifle and laid down setting his sights on the fleeing figure. He saw the man hide behind a tree. Sighing he thought "You shouldn't have run, you'll just die tired." Pulling the bolt back he loaded a 20mm semi-armor piercing round. Pulling the trigger he watched as the tree was blown in half, the man along with it. He got up right as Bludgeon came back.
"Sir the snowmobiles are ready along with corpses."
"Good," Pulling out a lighter he set fire to the ammunition and supplies they couldn't carry. Turning he walked to line of corpses. There was a makeshift cross made of some scraps of steel. Taking the tags, he hung them on the cross. "At least they will know who died" he thought to himself "though they wont have the bodies to prove it" Throwing the lighter on corpses he watched as the gasoline ignited, cremating the bodies.
"Alright men! Lets move out!"
Sledge and his squad drove off leaving only burning rubble and corpses in their wake.

Vitalik rolled in his sleep a few times trying to ignore the alarm going off. The constant buzzing in his ears he was too used to it being his alarm to get up. It felt as though it was in his head not in his ear, each vibration rattled his brain. At that moment he shot up knowing it wasn't his alarm. Rolling off of his cot he landed face first and the palm of his hands. He bounced up falling back grabbing his field uniform bottoms dragging them up his legs standing and jumping pulling them up the rest of the way. He sped up the rest of his attire grabbing his Beretta sliding it into his holster grabbing his ADS as he dashed in the direction of the sound.

It occuared to Vitalik that he left his canteen and cammelback in his tent, he didn't have time to dubble back and grab them. As he ran he was looking around looking for something that he could use for his water. Hydration, seemed like a funny thong to him to be worried about. That however wasn't the case. Vitalik after being moved to this post was trained in the Godai art of water control. Though he couldn't move large amounts of water at a time he could control enough to give him that edge in a fire fight. His legs moved at a rate too fast for his body to keep up as he rushed to the sounds. he look hard in the distance for a moment and saw the Major General. In this distance it was hard to tell what was going on.

Vitalik looked amongst the others in the group of people. It wasn't all military, and that what bothered him. 'Victory at all cost'. He spat at the thought as he slowed down his pace looking to the people that were what seemed to be fleeing. Taking a knee and propping his left arm on top of his other leg he moved his rifle to shoot from his prone position. He watched down the barrel of his sights, knowing he couldn't accurately hit a target from this distance. A light breeeze was in the air but not so much as the throw off the shot till 200 yards. From where he was they seemed almost 400-500 out. He aimed at the middle of the fleeing group. 2 feet ahead down his sights and nearly 4 feet higher. He looked as though he was shooting for the stars. He held his breath before squeezing the trigger in three burst shots equating to about nine rounds. The attempt was fear not harm, but he wouldn't be surprised if he managed to hit something.