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November 2014

It had been two months since Vladimir had left Marcus and Catherine to go on his own to find another recruit. The two of them had made there way safely back to Angel-Falls and made them selfs at home in the apartment that Vladimir had brought for the unit, 5 bedrooms all with ensuite bathrooms and a large open floor living and dinning area with a kitchen on one side, opposite the huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Marcus was in the kitchen cooking a meal for the himself and Catherine, they had gotten into a routine over the last two months and today was his turn to cook. He enjoyed cooking, it was something he missed doing after joining the Forth Reich, it was deem woman's work and something a man shouldn't lower himself down to in the Iron Chancellor's Fourth Reich. Cooking let him relax and take his mind off, other things. Catherine wasn't like other woman he knew, she acted more like a tomboy, she dressed for comfort over style and didn't wear makeup often. When he made a remark about her roots needing a touch up, she simply cut it short, and now was seating on the couch drinking a beer watching the news in her bathrobe.

"Did you find the entrance?" He asked.

"I did, it opens from the outside, so we will have an escape route. Just as long as nobody else finds it." She stood from the couch and walked over to the kitchen area. "What are you cooking up tonight?" Catherine leaned over the counter to see, her robe opened up to show her large breast. Marcus tried his best not to look and keep his thoughts on the meal.

"Pichelsteiner, it was my mothers recipes with a few of my own touches." He finished dicing the meat and started on the vegetables.

"Looks like a lot for the two of us?"

"We still have more scouting to do tomorrow, I thought we could have some for lunc..." The sound of the door bell cut him off. "You expecting anyone?" He asked Catherine. She headed over to the intercom and lifted the phone on it.

"Hello, who is it?" She asked and the reply put a smile on her face, placing the headset down and buzzing the person in. She turned to Marcus. "He back and he has a friend."

The four of them had managed to finish off all the Pichelsteiner, the newest member of the group had three helping. Yu-ri Jong she was Russian test subject that Vladimir had rescued from the base in Khasan. Born in 1980, her father was a North Korean refugee and her mother was local Russian. She was raised by them until she 7 when the government forceful took her father to be sent back to North Korea, they killed her mother for trying to protect him. She was taken into government care. They took it upon themselves to use her as a test subject, pumping her full of chemical for nearly 10 years. In 1997 money ran out for testing, the now 7' foot mountain of muscle, too scared to fight back against the soldiers, was put into a small holding cell at the base in Khasan where she stayed until Vladimir came to free her. Now she was the heavy of the group, but the only problem was she couldn't speak a word of English.

"Catherine" Vladimir looked at her. "Would you be able to help our new friend to learn English?"

"I think I may be able to help her. It would take a few days."

"A few da..." Marcus interrupted, it was quickly stopped when Vladimir raised his hand. "She done it before I'm sure she can do it again." He turn to and explained to Yu-ri in Russian what would happen and how it would help her. She silently nodded.

"Good, now, have you been looking into the targets list I gave you..."

End

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Finally finished the story that started last year. Hopeful the next one wouldnt take as long to do.

Warlord belongs to and used with permission. Marcus, Vladimir and Yu-ri Jong belong to myself.

All takes place in Angel-Falls

Description

November 2014

It had been two months since Vladimir had left Marcus and Catherine to go on his own to find another recruit. The two of them had made there way safely back to Angel-Falls and made them selfs at home in the apartment that Vladimir had brought for the unit, 5 bedrooms all with ensuite bathrooms and a large open floor living and dinning area with a kitchen on one side, opposite the huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Marcus was in the kitchen cooking a meal for the himself and Catherine, they had gotten into a routine over the last two months and today was his turn to cook. He enjoyed cooking, it was something he missed doing after joining the Forth Reich, it was deem woman's work and something a man shouldn't lower himself down to in the Iron Chancellor's Fourth Reich. Cooking let him relax and take his mind off, other things. Catherine wasn't like other woman he knew, she acted more like a tomboy, she dressed for comfort over style and didn't wear makeup often. When he made a remark about her roots needing a touch up, she simply cut it short, and now was seating on the couch drinking a beer watching the news in her bathrobe.

"Did you find the entrance?" He asked.

"I did, it opens from the outside, so we will have an escape route. Just as long as nobody else finds it." She stood from the couch and walked over to the kitchen area. "What are you cooking up tonight?" Catherine leaned over the counter to see, her robe opened up to show her large breast. Marcus tried his best not to look and keep his thoughts on the meal.

"Pichelsteiner, it was my mothers recipes with a few of my own touches." He finished dicing the meat and started on the vegetables.

"Looks like a lot for the two of us?"

"We still have more scouting to do tomorrow, I thought we could have some for lunc..." The sound of the door bell cut him off. "You expecting anyone?" He asked Catherine. She headed over to the intercom and lifted the phone on it.

"Hello, who is it?" She asked and the reply put a smile on her face, placing the headset down and buzzing the person in. She turned to Marcus. "He back and he has a friend."

The four of them had managed to finish off all the Pichelsteiner, the newest member of the group had three helping. Yu-ri Jong she was Russian test subject that Vladimir had rescued from the base in Khasan. Born in 1980, her father was a North Korean refugee and her mother was local Russian. She was raised by them until she 7 when the government forceful took her father to be sent back to North Korea, they killed her mother for trying to protect him. She was taken into government care. They took it upon themselves to use her as a test subject, pumping her full of chemical for nearly 10 years. In 1997 money ran out for testing, the now 7' foot mountain of muscle, too scared to fight back against the soldiers, was put into a small holding cell at the base in Khasan where she stayed until Vladimir came to free her. Now she was the heavy of the group, but the only problem was she couldn't speak a word of English.

"Catherine" Vladimir looked at her. "Would you be able to help our new friend to learn English?"

"I think I may be able to help her. It would take a few days."

"A few da..." Marcus interrupted, it was quickly stopped when Vladimir raised his hand. "She done it before I'm sure she can do it again." He turn to and explained to Yu-ri in Russian what would happen and how it would help her. She silently nodded.

"Good, now, have you been looking into the targets list I gave you..."

End

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Finally finished the story that started last year. Hopeful the next one wouldnt take as long to do.

Warlord belongs to and used with permission. Marcus, Vladimir and Yu-ri Jong belong to myself.

All takes place in Angel-Falls