[Field Report]
>Date: 23-9-3011
>Location: Кореновск (Korenosk)
>Village Population: 0
>Incident Report: Est. pop 302 before the accident. With increased industry production, drilling began in the hills surrounding Korenosk. A dormant, deteriorated nuclear warhead bearing ancient Partitionian insignia was accidentally struck. The warhead did not explode, but radiactive material leaked into the local village's food and water supplies.
>Estimated Casualties: Approx. 194 died due to radiation exposure. The rest were evacuated to Soviet hospitals in outlying areas.
>Purpose: Holding camp for Partitionian dissidents
The officer paced back and forth in his tent. He had been one of the top commanders in his division on the Partitionian front. Why the hell had they sent him back here, to watch over petty war prisoners?
"Sir, the last shipment has arrived."
"Good.", the officer replied. "What does that put our current prisoner count as?"
"Just over 236, sir."
Damn. He had been promised at least 300. Oh well. If only they could take any worthless Partitionian off the street, maybe then they could reach their quota. Foolish politicians in the Kremlin had made too many pro-Partitionian laws. The dogs he fought against could rot in hell, he mused.
He let out a sigh. "Well, that will have to do. Begin the operation."
Quickly the Soviet guards and overseers scrambled to work. The Partitionian prisoners had been ordered to force the prisoners to work. They began to commence operations, and daily life seemed to return.
The village was made productive again.
3 days passed. The nuclear warhead was removed and decommissioned, and the irradiated water was purified. The village had previously been an industrial hotspot for mining, so the work was taken up by the Partitionians.
The officer lounged on his cot, sipping at a bottle of cockroach-vodka. Every drink made him cringe, but it was all that the Government could afford to send their soldiers.
An overseer walked into the tent.
"Having a midday drink, sir?"
"Yes.. yes I am." He sat up in his cot. "Would you like one?"
The overseer accepted, and they began discussing their current orders.
"I have news directly from the Kremlin. We are ready to commence the second phase of prisoner re-education."
"Good..good. Make sure everything is accounted for.", grumbled the officer. "Oh! And don't forget to set up the sniper. We can't have any more escape attempts.."
He thought of the 3 idiots who attacked a guard the previous evening. They almost killed him, but thankfully a night patrol caught the troublemakers and ended them right there.
By evening, most of the equipment and personnel were packed up. They left in the middle of the night. The next morning, they were on a hilltop bunker, overlooking the village. A small group of men in lab coats greeted the officer with a hearty handshake.
"We are pleased to have this excellent opportunity. With some actual results, the Kremlin will be most pleased."
"Alright. I'm quite excited myself to see what will happen.", the officer replied.
The scientists moved around, pushing buttons, turning dials, and plugging in electrical equipment. They closed the security doors, and began.
"Put your glasses on, gentlemen.", said one of the scientists.
Everyone obliged, and the whirr of recording film began.
An intense, bright white flash stunned everyone in the bunker for a moment. They recovered, and before their eyes was a glorious, fiery explosion where the village was. Buildings were instantly torn apart, and the prisoners were seen attempting to run away from the firestorm. They were all engulfed in the flames.
Upon seeing this, the officer made a large grin. He was never so excited in his life.
The men in the bunker applauded, and the military officers shared a bottle of cockroach-vodka.
"Today, men, we make history!" an observing general said.
"Cheers!"
They unanimously replied: "Cheers!!"
