Derrick turned the radio down. "Well, I didn't want to tell you this, but..." he sighed and gripped the wheel more firm. "We're being shipped out tomorrow, Moscow, to take out Vliadmar and Pulitn, their prime minister and president. We take them out, this war'll be over so fast, the Russians wont know what happened to them. 'Course, there'll be guards, and other 'snipers' watchin' over the two while they give their speech. We can take 'em, eh?" he asked, grinning evilly.

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