Chapter 1: Arrival

NOTE: This story is not based on real world map placement


The great German fascism, headed by Bismark,was finally catching up technologically with its larger rivals, including India and Russia. Sharing a common border, Bismark knew it was important to stay as far ahead in the tech race as possible, even if they weren't actually at war....yet........


Outside the Indian capital city of Delhi, trouble was brewing. Unbeknownst to Gandhi, Agent Herschel had just stepped off of the train from Chandrapur, a small Indian town that, by pure coincidence, shared a border with Germany. Agent Herschel, or simply "H" as he was known by the higher-ups, was a master spy.He loved his work, loved his country, and, most importantly, hated the Indians with an all-consuming passion. This emotional drive was what convinced Bismark to put him, out of all the other agents, on this "assignment". "H" was warned, however, before being put on the train to Chandrapur, to not let hate cloud his better judgement. Bismark did not take failure lightly.

"H" stomped on the smoking remains of a cigarette. This was a strange quirk of his; he left a single cigarette butt at each train station he visited while on assignment. When asked about it, he would just shrug and mumble, "I like to leave my mark on the world....". The train station was bustling with activity, with all kinds of people going to and fro. The mysterious German was hardly noticed, except for by one pair of observant eyes.

He was also a spy. A proud, large man, Nikolai was actually on loan from Russia, India's ally. He was the best the Russians had, and for that reason, he was not cheap: 1 ton of pure Silver and 2 tons of Ivory, already being used by the Tzar for various "amenities". Nikolai noticed the stranger as soon as he stepped off the train. German, he thought, about 6'2", 220 lbs.Why would a German be here? Only a spy would be this far from home. Not wanting to draw attention to himself, he slowly put his newspaper down, and got up and walked non-chalantly toward the magazine rack, where he could get a better look at his new "friend."

"H" was not stupid. He knew that the large Russian man had noticed the fact that he appeared out of place, and was also quite aware that the man had every intention of tailing him. Well, now, we can't have any of that now can we? He smiled to himself as he walked to the restroom, Let's just see how good this guy is.....


Nikolai could smell a trap from several miles away. His buddies joked often that he could smell a rat trap in the middle of the Black Forest during a forest fire. He strode past the restroom, like he never had any intention of going there in the first place. He instead went to the phone, figuring that the German would wait there for a while, then give up and come out again when he thought the coast was clear.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

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If I get favorable reviews, I will continue the story. Happy reading :).

No replies, huh? well I'll assume that you need more to go by, here's chapter 2.


"H" had waited a good 30 secs for the Russian. He knows its a trap...well good, makes it more interesting...... He knew the man was waiting for him outside, hoping that he'd think it was safe to venture out. There was no way he would make that mistake. He looked around the empty bathroom stall for a means of escape. The restroom was immaculate, showing off the obvious riches of the Indians. The floor, walls, even the toilets were made from the finest ivory, while the faucets were molded from pure gold. He was suprised no one had tried to steal them. What really caught his eye though was the small window just a couple of feet above him on the opposite wall.

Damn, what is he doing in there? Nikolai was getting impatient. How long was this German going to wait for him? Then it dawned on him....he jumped up like he had suddnely been stung by a bee and threw the door open. His new "friend" was gone. The window was open; the cold breeze chilled Nikolai to the marrow.

"H" had stopped to catch his breath. After jumping from the window, he had sprinted from the train station for several hundred feet. He knew that his objective was not too far off, but neither was the Russian.

Sh*t, Sh*t, how could I make such a stupid mistake!? , Nikolai screamed silently to himself. He too was making a mad dash away from the train station, but in this case, for the sake of Indian security. Spies are never "just visiting", he thought, this guy is up to something big . He pulled out the small caliber pistol he carried with him. He had a feeling he would have to stop this guy from causing a earth-shattering tragedy.

Good, it's here. "H" had arrived at his objective, a tall, abandoned office building across from the palace. The leather case he pulled from the secret compartment in the one large room on the top floor was just what he was looking for. He popped open the clasps, and peered inside. Ah, my old friend, how I have missed you. The sniper rifle caught the late evening sunlight, seeming to reply back to his cooing. He was ready, all he had to do was wait.

NO. Not this. The worst possible thing that Bismark could do. What kind of madman was he?! Nikolai knew now what this German was up to. As soon as he saw the blinding flash of sunlight on metal, he knew. He had to stop him. But how long did he have before the inevitable?

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great story can't wait for the next..

NOTE:Sorry chapter three will be posted in two parts, because it is longer than the others, and I don't feel like typing it all in one sitting ..... :)



Gandhi was a very popular leader. He was the only president to have ever been elected to three consecutive terms in all of India's democratic history. He hosted his weekly charity benefits at the palace, and was close personal friends with (most) every leader in the world. He stepped onto the second floor balcony of his palace. Ah! How he did love the cool Indian nights; perfect for his meditation.


I wish I was back in Germany, "H" silently mumbled to himself. Though it was cool outside, the office building was muggy, and several different species of insect had decided to call it home. He squashed a beetle with his heavy leather boots, his third one in thirty seconds. I hate this place..... Suddenly, a smile crept across his face, a wide beaming smile that seemed to counteract all of the thoughts he had just had. He slid the chamber of the sniper rifle open and placed a single bullet in, then slid the bolt back into place. Ignoring the bugs, he rested the gun on the window sill. It was time.

Nikolai wished he had taken the Endurance Training Classes. Here he was, chasing after a madman, and he had to stop halfway up a staircase to catch his breath. God, I hope I'm in time.... Finally, what seemed after a neverending staircase, he pushed open the heavy wooden door that would gain him entrance to the top floor.

Gandhi loved his meditation times. He could become in one with God, with nature. He was at peace. Ohhhm....Ohhmmmm

Ha, ha, crazy Indians; could he make it any simpler? "H" put his finger on the trigger. He slowly started to apply pressure. A sudden creaking board caused him to lose his concentration and look up.

"Freeze you bast*rd." The Russian boomed, with a heavy accent. "You put that gun down or the prostitues down below will be bathing in your brains." The pistol wasn't a very large one, but from such a close proximity, the bullet could easily do as the Russian predicted.

"Ha, Ha....It is my Russian friend. " The German turned around goodnaturedly, throwing off Nikolai's rough demeanor. "I see we are in a stalemate yet again, no?" He motioned with his eyes to the window, where Gandhi was still meditating. "Do you think you can kill me before I pull the trigger?" Nikolai was starting to like this calm, cool madman less and less.

Ohmmm....Ohmmmmm

Maybe I can stall him long enough so that Gandhi can finish up...
"Why are you here? Did Bismark send you? " Nikolai questioned "H".
"Ha, Ha. You are trying to stall me? It will not work, my friend. We finish this now." At this, "H" rolled to the side behind some crates, seemingly at an inhuman speed. In one fluid motion he had dropped the rifle and was now holding a standard issue German Special Forces Pistol.

DAM*IT!!! Nikolai silently swore to himself. He too dived for cover. This would be the end for one of them....

Ohmmm....Ohmmmm


"H" thanked the director of the special forces division under his breath for reminding him to bring a silencer for his gun. "You don't want to alert Gandhi to your presence just because you think there are too many rats in Delhi, Ha Ha." He crawled behind another set of crates, trying to get behind the Russian.

Nikolai knew the German would try to catch him off guard. He decided that the best move would be to do the same. He carefully peered around the corner of the boxes, then sprinted to the other end of the room.

Thwit! Thwit! Several bullets tore the floor boards just mere inches behind Nikolai's feet as he made his way across the room. He's a good shot....that was way to close.

While Nikolai caught his breath, "H" was slinking through the shadows of the room, stepping over bugs, trash, and floorboards that looked like they would creak at the slightest change in air pressure. He tried to limit his breathing, remembering his training. "Anything that you think might give away your position probably will."

Great he isn't there anymore, but where? He carefully peered over the top of the crates. Thwit! Thwit! Splinters jumped into his eyes from the two shots. "AAGGGGH!" He screamed in pain, tearing at his eyes. This isnt good!

"H" laughed silently to himself. Ha, Ha, big stupid Russian. He continued to get closer to Nikolai.

Ohmmmm.....Ohmmmmm....

Nikolai finally picked the scraps of wood from his eyes, and wiped the small dropletts of blood onto his shirt. He's close, I can feel him.

Ohmmmm......Ohmmmmm....

"H" slid another clip into his gun. CLICK! "I'm coming for you my friend," he whispered to the shadows.

Nikolai, for the first time in his life, was getting anxious. This man was not to be trifled with; he was a trained killer. If he didnt stop him....the world would suffer the consequences......

Ohmmm....Ohmmmmm......

-----end part one of chapter 3-------





more to come :)

sorry for the wait guys

Usually I would post the next part about now, but since I'm making it up as I go, I sorta haven't figured out how I want it to end. :) I have some ideas, but I'll need a little time to flesh it out.......

I'll post the end of chapter three sometime tomorrow, assuming you people are still wanting it......

I still want it!
Issa good story:goodjob: !

NOTE:Finally.... :) Also one of the last paragraphs is kinda graphic...reader discretion advised. I'm not sick, I just like to go into great detail. So skip it if you think it is in bad taste. I labeled it just in case...

Nikolai decided he was through hiding. If he was going to stop this guy, he would definitely need to keep moving. However, he would first need to find out the relative location of the German; he didn't want a bullet to catch him between the eyes just because he didn't know he was running right at him.

"H" continued his silent hunt for Nikolai. It was already dark outside, but moonlight flooded the many windows of the large room. *CREEEAK* Haha, not very careful is he, he thought, smiling to himself. He decided that now was the time to finish this. He dove out sideways, firing several shots.

Nikolai knew the German would hear that. He was, however, still caught completely by surpise by "H"'s John Woo style acrobatics. "H" had jumped from behind one set of crates to another, firing several shots down the long dark aisle. Nikolai barely had time to dive out of the way; several bullets tore his shirt sleeves in mid-air. Luckily, he wasn't hurt, and he now knew where the bastard was. He readied his gun.

"H" was starting to get cocky. He had already exposed the Russian's hiding spot twice, and hit him both times. Haha, too easy. He reloaded again. He looked up at the ceiling, admiring the modern architecture. That's when he noticed the Russian standing on the crates above him, a big, maniacal smile on his face, holding a steel pipe. The next thing he knew, Nikolai had clocked him over the head. Everything went black......

Ohmmm......ohmmmm....

Nikolai kicked the German's body. He was out cold. He tossed the pipe aside. It's over, he sighed heavily. He turned his attention to the window, where the sniper rifle lay. He walked over and peered outside. Gandhi was still there, sitting on the balcony, humming to himself. He never understood Gandhi's obssession with meditation. He would much rather be out on some assignment. He turned back around to the German. Sh*t.... "H" was gone.

"H" felt the back of his head. He was surprised the blow didn't kill him; the Russian was incredibly strong. His hair was matted with blood, but he knew it wasn't serious. He would go to the physician when he got back to Germany. But first....

Nikolai kicked himself. DAM*IT!!! I knew I shouldn't have turned my back on him! He readied his gun again. Gandhi, hurry up!, his brain screamed. He walked to where the German had lain a few seconds before, hoping to find a blood trail or something. A few medium sized drops led down an aisle of crates, and then around the corner. He slowly followed it, listening intently for the slightest movement.

"H" was waiting silently for the Russian. There would be no more games. This would end now. He readied his gun. He was on his last clip.
He dove to the side again, firing off several shots.

Nikolai was ready for this, he dove forward firing, flying just under the first several bullets, and skidded along the wooden floor, then he rolled behind some crates. Splinters were stuck in his chest, but he ignored them. He was operating on pure adrenaline now. He was also down to his last clip.

"H" didn't know the Russian could move so fast. One of the bullets had caught him in the shoulder, and another in the leg. He was also starting to feel a little dizzy. He knew he was still losing blood from his head, but now he had two more wounds. He winced with pain. Dam*it
One bullet left. He knew he couldn't use the same trick again.....

Ohmmm.....ohmmmm

Nikolai counted the shots he had fired, trying to figure how many bullets he had left. [I] Two. That's it. It all comes down to this. "Hey, "friend," how about we settle this like gentlemen? I'll throw away all of my bullets except one, then we both step out in the aisle and on the count of three, we fire. What do you say?"
"H" stuck his hand out, one finger exposed, then pulled it back. Uncultured swine, Nikolai grimaced. Fine, if that's how he wants it... He decided to make a move towards "H". He sidestepped out behind the crates, hoping the German would hear him. He did.

"H" also sidestepped form behind the crates, but then he ran forward towards Nikolai. The burst of speed surpised Nikolai, and he barely got his last two shots off before he was tackled to the ground by the German who was brandishing a large Special Forces knife.

Ohmm....ohmmmm

"H" pushed with all his might, trying to find flesh for his hungry knife. Nikolai pushed back, but he had been caught off guard by the German's suicidal run. "H" was bleeding profusely, but it seemed he was just getting stronger, with each passing second. Nikolai decided to even the odds. He kicked up his leg, sending "H" flying over top of him, the knife clattering away behind some boxes. Nikolai reached into his boot. He pulled out his own knife. He advanced toward "H".

Ohmmm....Ohmmm.


"H" was lying facedown, his hands to his side. He slowly got up, just as Nikolai came up behind him, knocking him back to the ground. "Ha Ha, you Germans are relentless. Here I am, the victor, yet you still try to get up. I commend you, you are very brave, my friend. Or foolish," he said, lifting the knife above his head. "H" made his move. In one quick motion, he rolled over, arm extended. He was holding the German Special Forces Pistol. Thwit! One bullet. Nikolai was stunned; he didn't even know he was dead. A thin trickle of blood flowed from between his eyes, down his face, and dripped off his chin. He dropped to his knees, his eyes rolled back into his head. He fell face down with a thud beside the German.

Ohmmm....Ohmmm

"H" was in severe pain. He had several wounds,and his head hurt. Plus, he felt like he was about to black out. He had one more thing to do. Then he could sleep.....

Ohmmm.....Ohmmm

"H" limped to the window and picked up the sniper rifle. It semed to weigh much more than he remembered. He rested it on the window sill.

Ohmmm.....Ohmmm

He brought Gandhi in his sights. He aimed for just above Gandhi's left eye. From his angle, the bullet would pass straight through the middle of the Indian leader's head. He put his finger on the trigger.

Ohmmm.....Ohmmm

He slowly applied pressure.

Ohmmm.....Ohmmm

The quiet night was shattered by the crack of a high powered rifle. "H" liked for his victims to know they were about to die, even if this awareness was just for a split second, so he never used a silencer on his sniper rifle.

*GRAPHIC scene below*

The German's aim was true, even in his weakened state. Gandhi's head exploded, one half cleaved clean off. Blood splattered against the wall and on Gandhi's silk pillows. His body toppled to the side.

*GRAPHIC scene above*

"H" laid the gun beside him. It was finally over. His breath came in short, labored bursts. He laid his head down on the cool floor. The bugs didn't seem to bother him anymore. He was very tired for some reason. Bismark would be proud of him, he thought. He closed his eyes for the last time, a smile across his face.

--------end chapter 3--------

-----------END PART ONE-----------


well that's it for this part :). On to part two, where we will find out the world's reaction......Also, if you didn't like the graphic nature of this part, please feel free to let me know, and i'll tone down the graphic detail for the rest of the story....

Stay tuned!!

Anyone over the age of, say, three? (read, anyone who has sumoned the courage to read a good action book by any modern atuhor: Clancy, Higgins, Cussler, Forsythe, etc) would have no problem with this level of violence:D Keep going strong, Silencer!

sorry but i didn't get the john woo action seq. :rolleyes:
did he jump backward or did he jump over? :lol:
keep going :goodjob:

Haha, in what part? There was a lot of jumping/diving :)

Most of the time it was "H" diving sideways shooting, kind of like a shoot dodge in max payne. Nikolai dove forward while shooting (also in max payne, good game, buy it) instead of sideways...is that what you mean?

*Working on next Part, in new thread!!*