Outpost: Rise of the Spetsnaz Page #4

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- Good.

I've set men on fire that

look happier than you.

I tried to call command, but

I couldn't get through.

Not that they'd believe

me even if I could.

Looks like we're on

our own, Fyodor.

Same as always.

Please, no!

Time for a taste of

your own medicine.

Help me!

We wait.

Wait. Go back.

In there.

I can feel it,

growing inside me.

We cannot let this place,

these things die with us.

Tell me, Fyodor, how is it that

the Red Guards stays alive, huh?

By killing their enemies.

And how does a Russian

Guard kill his enemies?

Without mercy.

Bullet to bullet, bone to

bone, like soldiers, huh?

Good...

So let's go slaughter

some f***ing Nazis.

I want them both crushed.

And would someone kindly...

shut off that f***ing noise!

Let's tuck these bastards

in for the night.

Attention!

Shoot him!

Always outnumbered,

always outgunned.

Just the way we like it, huh?

Fyodor!

Come on Death, you f***!

F***ing crazy Nazis.

Stupid fucks!

Fyodor...

Well, I would be much more

useful if I could see.

Move!

Fyodor!

Yeah.

Keep moving, I'll be

right behind you.

Go!

Here, kitty, kitty.

Please. Please!

You're not well!

I know,

and the gun is heavy.

Here...

Let me rest it.

I've checked it.

It only goes down.

Between a hammer and an anvil.

- At least they stopped shooting.

- Yeah, but trouble never comes alone.

- I think we need a diversion.

- No.

The American said that

there was another way out.

There must be air ducts

or ventilation shafts.

All we have to do is find them.

Move! Now!

Git me Klausner, now!

Let the subjects

at level 6 free.

Understand, Doctor,

these men are saboteurs.

They cannot escape. They would

destroy the whole place!

So, please, I'm asking,

open the f***ing cells!

Fyodor?

Fyodor!

Fyodor...

What's happening to you?

"War isn't meant

to be survived."

- Isn't that what he said?

- "Only at Yalta."

He got that right.

This place?

What are these things?

Sh*t!

- I think we need that diversion after all.

- No, we go though this together.

Dolokhov, I would have followed

you through the Gates of Hell.

But now... you follow me.

Dolokhov, get out of here. Go!

Kill whatever comes out.

Strasser!

- Your kind will not win the war.

- No one will win this war.

And men like you can

play God all you like,

but it will always be a

peasant who digs your grave.

Now he's ours!

They who have been, will

never be forgotten.

Salekhard, RUSSIA - PRESEN - Do you mind if I take a seat?

- Not if you take it somewhere else.

Drink alone or drink for free.

Nothing is free.

And you're never alone

when you're surrounded...

by the ghosts of your comrades.

I'll take your word for it,

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