The Mini-burger

FanFic in the Birmoverse

Russian Roulette – sparty

Lieutenant Colonel Nabrakov of the FSB was a worried man.

Finally they had some boots on the ground. The “What happened” was becoming clearer, the “Why” – not so much, as his corporally challanged opposite numbers would say. He remebered the early gloating quickly followed by the sudden realisation that the many crimes that the United States had commited before the judging eyes of God or Alien Space Bats were ones shared by the Rodina.

He knew he was underpressure for answers now the Wave had lifted. Had ANYTHING survived at Area 51? – he would know soon, in the mean time he would have to make do with another fruitless interrogation session at the facility in Tungusta

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3 April, 2009 - Posted by | Pepsi Challenges, Without Warning

1 Comment »

  1. Like to read more sounds good

    Comment by Mike McQuillan | 25 May, 2009 | Reply


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