First Chapter done

Well, here is the first chapter to my book, still not fully sure where I'm going to take it...

Chapter 1

04-15-1933

     Lt. Layne Price and the rest of third platoon quietly moved into an unguarded of the section of the Soviet trench along the daunting Emerald Line. It was bitter cold and near pitch black during that spring night in the Snoqualmie pass. The force’s of Imperial Dravin have attempted and fail many times during the winter to take the pass from the Soviets.

     The trench floor, still half frozen with mud and ice froze their lower legs as they quietly moved through the trench. Suddenly they approach a sentry, who has fallen asleep. Price slowly pulls out his short sword, a black single edge blade of 22 inches, and slowly moves towards the sentry. The Soviet sentry about the same height as Lt. Price at 5’11”. Price moves towards the man gets in front of him, has Sergeant Morgan Hawks cover his mouth and then Price flings his sword into the sentry’s heart. The sentry awakens briefly before the life leaves his eyes.

     “I thought there would be more ruskies around” Price whispers to Hawks.

“Well considering we’ve attacked over 20 times and failed during the winter, they’re not as edgy as normal”.

“I guess, alright the communications room for this section is just around the next bend” Price looks to his watch, “445, in about 15 minutes our tanks will be rolling over this section and onto the ruskie command post, so here’s what we’ll do, sergeant, I want you to take your squad and move south, and take out the observation post and make sure they don’t have a radio hiding around there, I’ll take the other squad and take out the commutations room, we both need to time our attacks so they happen in unison”

“Should I set for 450 hours to attack?”

“Yeah, that should work, alright let’s move out”

     Price and his group reach the bend that’s leads to the communications room; he takes a mirror and sticks it out to see who all is guarding the entrance, and whispers to corporal Macleod, “Ok they have 2 men posted outside the room, we have to do this quietly so the guys inside don’t call for help before we get a shot at cutting the lines, cause if they can call for help, this whole assault will fail.”

“So no real pressure then, sir?” Macleod jokingly whispers to Price.

“yeah, I know right, so here’s what we’ll do, I’ll hop out of the trench and move to the bend on the other side of the door. Once on the other side, we’ll both jump out and take use our swords to stab the 2 men, thankfully they aren’t wearing any helmets, then the rest of the squad will rush the room and take out anyone inside, sound good?”

“Yes sir”

     Price begins to clime his way out of the trench, the ground outside of the trench was even colder, at that moment Price began to regret wearing the lighter night opts uniform as the cold of the ground began gnawing at his bones. He craws just low enough so anyone looking out the opening in the communications room won’t spot him, gets to the other side and checks to see if anyone is down here before he climes down. Get’s into position on the other bend where he can see Macleod, and signals to him to draw his sword.

     Sergeant Hawk’s group just arrived at the observation outpost unmatched, and only see’s three people there manning it, 1 of them asleep, and other 2 staring intently out into nomads land. Only 2 minutes left, till Price would be taking out the communications room. He pulls out his Thomson sub machine gun the other guy in the squad does the same, and begins to count down from 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, he and the other sub machine gunny pop up and riddle the 3 soviets with bullets.

     Price hears sub machine gun fire he knows came from Hawk’s squad’s Tommy’s. He nods over to Macleod and they both jump out and stab the 2 guards in the head followed by the 5 other men rushing the entrance of the room that only had a sheet covering it, and after a rustle of gun fire inside, Price walks in to see the carnage. Lying before him were a dead Soviet Major, a dead Lt., and 3 other enlisted men, most likely conscripts. He looks at his watch, 458, assuming the raids on the other targets along the line went according to plan, in just a few short minutes the biggest assault on the Soviet Emerald will begin, and thanks to the job that Price’s platoon and the rest of the other raiders, he knew that the soviets should be deft to the impending doom.