8/30: Taps

From the Story Arc: Zepoch and the WCO

Previous Story in the Arc: 8/26: Fallen Comrades by Petrograd (Thursday, August 26, 2004)

(posted Monday, August 30, 2004)

Cold Moscow wind whistles through the ruins, wreckage jutting at odd angles from frozen earth...


Is nothing here for me....


Guards were easy enough to bypass... cannot to see or hear me, I am like ghost.... da, am ghost of vengence, haunting even his grave...


I have waded throgh countless tons of rubble, bricks and concrete and iron and blood.... even found form with my own signature in triplicate....


But nothing here can settle fears... explosives were well placed, but maybe not well enough. Office of Champion is burried under tons of rock, but is loose enough to remove with superhuman strength...


So I stand in barren refuse, garbage of two generations of beraucracy and a few moments of violence.... the wind blows around me, but I am not there...


Suddenly there is  hand on my shoulder...


"Go home Petrograd. He is dead and buried."


"Da, I suppose so..."


Mojiotok Sr. had long ago hung up tights for suit, and subsided to chairs of comittees and life behind desk... and yet he was still sly enough to suprise me....


Is silence in ruins, we are both too deep in thought..... after while I salute new head of CCCP and spring back into air... back to my element... and turn for the long cross-polar flight back to paragon..


Nyet.. nothing has changed... even if running-dog is finally dead, power is still with shadows... but perhaps next time we will know where to aim...