The party for the New Year had begun, but the Russian spy, Alex, had already left Russian territory. He slipped into the German-controlled zone to sabotage whatever the Germans were planning. "Oh man, here is a drainage system," he whispered to himself. "I should go from here."
As he moved deep inside the pipes, his face twisted in an annoyed manner. "What the hell? The smell is disgusting. This drainage system is choked." It was 9:00 p.m., and Alex couldn't believe the Germans were still keeping residents inside the city. "What are they trying to plan? Let me get to the industrial sector."
Moving through the ruins of the drainage system, Alex finally found an exit. As he climbed out, a German resident spotted him and asked, "What are you doing?"
Alex quickly answered, "I was repairing the drainage system; it was choked."
The resident nodded. "Okay, thank you. The drainage was very bad. And do you know one thing? The German Government said they are going to capture Moscow tomorrow."
Alex stared at him, stunned. "What? Moscow? It was destroyed."
"Yes, it was destroyed by a nuclear attack, but the Germans will attack Moscow again. Then they will attack Saint Petersburg," the resident said proudly.
Alex's face turned angry. "But the world news shows that Russia has come very close to Munich!"
The resident laughed. "Are you a fool? I think you lost your mind while cleaning the drainage system. All that news is fake. The German Government told us we must only listen to them because the world is trying to manipulate us. We have already captured all of Africa and Europe. By capturing Moscow and Saint Petersburg tomorrow, we will have half of Russia."
Alex forced a smile. "I see. That is a matter of joy for us. Today will be a party, but tomorrow will be a grand celebration."
"Exactly!" the resident replied. "Do you want to come and enjoy the New Year party in my house?"
"No, my body is dirty," Alex answered, moving away quickly. Once he was alone, he hissed, "These residents are being manipulated by the German government under George. No army is even present here. What the hell? They think Germany is winning, but they've forgotten that Germany is on the verge of losing."
He looked toward the horizon. "George has gone so mad that he is feeding fake news to his citizens. Let it be. Tomorrow they will know the truth. This is insane. The Germans are cunning, but I can see the industrial hubs working at the highest velocity. The lights are on, and smoke is pouring from the chimneys. They are planning something big."
Alex looked around the crowded marketplace. "There is such a crowd here. When I was doing spy work in Berlin, I visited Munich often. This marketplace... I know it like my own backyard. Let me take the metro to the industrial sector."
Alex stepped into the metro station and he was stunned that a cafe owner called him and said, "Are you Alex?"
Alex said, "Yes, and how do you know me?"
The cafe owner said, "I know you because I had seen you so many times in this metro station."
Alex said, "Yes, that's fine, there are many regular passengers, but how do you know my name?"
The cafe owner said, "I think you have forgot—you had once taken a coffee from me, and in your batch, your name was written, 'Alex.' I think you are a high-level officer."
Alex said, "Yes, I am."
The cafe owner said, "I think you are surely going to the industrial sector."
Alex said, "You are right, even this time."
The cafe owner said, "Can you give this parcel to Mrs. Alexandra? She works in the industrial sector."
Alex asked, "What is her full name?"
The cafe owner said, "It's Jamie Alexandra."
Alex took the parcel from the cafe owner and said, "Ok, I am going; from the metro, I can hear its sound. Let me go and take the image to the industrial sector. I will give this parcel to Jamie Alexandra."
The metro arrived in the station and Alex got inside the metro and went to the industrial sector, where his real sabotage plan was awaiting.
While Alex took his seat on the metro, he thought for a while about who Mrs. Alexandra could be and why, during a sabotage mission, he had been given such a name. After a few minutes, the metro arrived at the industrial sector. Alex stepped out of the train and exited the station, heading toward the industrial hub with the parcel in his hand.
When he reached the gates of the industrial hub, the guard recognized him and said, "Alex! How are you? I am seeing you after a long period of time. Come, I know you; you are a high-level officer. Please, come in."
Alex replied, "Thank you, Jamieson," and went inside the industrial hub.
However, he was worried. According to his previous sabotage plan when he was working as a spy in Berlin, the officers there knew his face. Alex had been sent for this next sabotage mission in Munich only because all the officers in Berlin had been killed in the nuclear strike. He thought, "If George or Anto see me, I will definitely be caught and sent to my death."
Alex wondered, "I don't know why the information that a spy named Alex—who actually killed Kevin in Berlin—has not reached here in Munich. But it is good news; I can finish my sabotage mission earlier."
Deciding to inquire about the parcel, he pulled aside an officer and asked, "Who is Alexandra? There is a parcel for her."
The officer replied, "She is on the third floor. You can take the elevator."
As Alex took the elevator, he thought, "This fellow used to know me, but now he doesn't recognize me. I think because I was absent for a long period, they may have forgotten my face. I worked in Munich as a spy months ago before I went to Berlin to execute my sabotage plan. Whether they have forgotten my face or my name, I don't know—but the real threat remains George and Anto."
Alex stepped out of the elevator as it reached the third floor and entered the room of Jamie Alexandra.
"Mrs. Alexandra, is this parcel yours?" Alex asked.
Alexandra replied, "How would I know? You are the courier; you should know."
Alex became a little furious in his mind and answered, "I am an officer. The courier handed the parcel to me because outsiders are not allowed in this industrial hub. He also said that this parcel belongs to a woman named Jamie Alexandra, and another officer confirmed that you are likely her."
Alexandra said, "Yes, I am. Do you really know what is in this parcel?"
"I don't know. What do you want from me?" Alex asked.
Alexandra replied, "Nothing. Oh, your name is written on your badge—Alex. Just Alex," she said, squinting her eyes at him. She continued, "Do you know, Alex? I have an interest in handsome men."
Alex said, "If you are planning to flirt with me, then forget about it. By tomorrow, or the day after, or perhaps even later, the Russians may arrive in Munich to attack us, and you are treating this like a joke."
Alex threw the parcel toward Alexandra and left the room. Meanwhile, inside the room, Alexandra took her long hair, curled it around her finger, and whispered, "Let's see how you cannot be my love."
Alex walked through the passageway, muttering in an annoyed manner. "How much time are these officers wasting? That woman is interested in such trivial things while I am in the middle of a sabotage mission. What on earth is happening?"
He stopped abruptly. "Wait... I can hear voices."
Alex pressed himself against the wall to listen. A voice—Anto's—asked, "So, George, are you sure about this? You are going to reprint the T-Rex? You will bring them back to life using the 3D printers and teleport them directly into the battlefield to kill the ground soldiers?"
George answered confidently, "You are right, Anto. Just imagine—an army of five hundred dinosaurs, a combination of T-Rex, Ankylosaurus, Allosaurus, Spinosaurus, and Argentinosaurus. They can easily kill the KV Champions. Even if the KV Champions manage to defeat the dinosaur army, the creatures will have already caused massive damage. Furthermore, we will also bring the Saber-toothed tiger and Titanoboa back to life."
Anto replied, "I do not know the history of your planet very well because I am from Lashes, but I think you have moved to a completely different level. If we can obtain the structural data and DNA samples of those organisms, we can surely print them. But using extinct animals as weapons? This is truly insane."
Alex stopped listening and started walking through the passage. He whispered to himself, "So, this is the plan of these bloody Germans. I must infiltrate the 3D printers. Thankfully, I have the special badge to enter the 3D printer room. I know every corner of this hub; I only have to walk a hundred meters more."
Alex began his steady walk toward the 3D printer room, his mind focused on the destruction he was about to unleash.
Meanwhile, as Alex walked through the passage, he passed another room where Arthur and Peter were talking.
Arthur asked, "So, the Lashian technology you have in your bunker is actually only ten percent of the original technology?"
Peter answered, "Actually, after the Daroga War, I tried to save all types of technology, but ninety percent was already destroyed by the conflict. Only ten percent was left, so I salvaged that and saved it. Kangal is currently causing destruction in the Great Five Lakes, and meanwhile, we know nothing about Yamato. No German force is active on the Western Front now; everyone is focused on the Eastern Front."
Alex walked away from the room, his mind racing with the new information. He whispered, "So, these Lashian people are far more advanced than us. They would have the capability to kill us all if they still had one hundred percent of their technology. But why are they supporting Germany? When they first came to Earth, they wanted to destroy every nation. Why, after the first phase of this World War 3, are they supporting the Germans? What is the reason? Why have the Russians never considered this matter?"
Alex shook his head, unaware of the dark truth that George and the demons held close: that Satan had hypnotized Peter and Anto, and that Arthur was merely obeying Anto's thrall. While the German officials and the demons understood the supernatural strings being pulled, the Russians remained completely in the dark.
"I have discovered something new," Alex muttered, reaching the heavy doors of the restricted zone. "Okay, there is the entrance... but this hub is running at a massive pace."
Alex opened the door to the 3D-printer room and saw twenty 3D printers powered by geothermal energy extracted from the planets Apache and Jagiya. He looked at the enormous setup, which was humming with a metallic sound; a complete army was being printed.
Alex whispered, "What the hell? They are printing clones?"
A German officer standing near Alex caught his words and said, "Why do you say 'what the hell'? These soldiers are already dead; we are making them alive again through 3D printers. Actually, these are not clones, but the printed bodies of fallen soldiers. We do not have an army of enough living soldiers, so we use these printed troops. They know exactly what they are doing."
Alex asked, "I also heard that the Russians have reached Munich. Is that true?"
The German officer replied, "Yes, you are right. We don't know if we will be able to protect our city or not, but thanks to the technology in Peter's bunker from the destroyed planet of Lashia, we have the ancient Lashian technology."
Alex asked, "Ancient Lashian technology? Can you explain it to me?"
The officer said, "I know most army officers don't understand it completely, but I do. I will tell you because I believe we should not hide something so valuable from our own comrades during a critical moment like this, with the Russians so close."
As the officer began explaining the history of Lashia, Alex secretly switched on his phone recorder and captured every word. Alex then said, "I also heard from Mrs. Alexandra that dinosaurs will be printed."
The officer replied, "Yes, it was actually her idea. George appreciated it, and we are bringing DNA samples from the museums of Munich so that we can print the dinosaurs to kill the Russian ground soldiers and deal extensive damage. We are completely ready. It is 10:00 p.m. now—just two hours away from the New Year of 2026. We will celebrate tonight, and all night we will prepare our defences. We expect the Russians will attack on January 2nd."
Alex said, "Thank you. I am going to do some work now; I will bring the DNA samples from the museum here."
Alex left the 3D-printer room, exited the facility, and instantly sent the information to the Russians.
As soon as Alex left the facility, someone approached him and said, "Hey, Alex! Mrs. Alexandra is calling for you."
"I have no time for her," Alex snapped. "I have a job to do. I have to bring the dinosaur DNA samples from the museums to the 3D-printer room."
The other soldier laughed. "Hey, friend, we are not doing that today! We will do it tomorrow because we are celebrating the New Year now. It is 11:00 p.m.—let's have a party!"
Alex tried to deny him, but the soldier pulled him toward the celebration.
Meanwhile, the information sent by Alex reached the Russian Army Chief. He turned to his commander and said, "So, Army Commander, we must make our army strong. Let the men enjoy today, but by tomorrow at 8:00 a.m., we will march. Those Germans think we will attack on the 2nd, but we will strike on the 1st of January."
The Chief leaned forward. "Commander, do you remember the inbuilt tracks in this building?"
"Yes, Army Chief," the commander answered.
"Then get the missile slots ready and the special 800 mm cannons installed in this imperial building. By tomorrow, we will activate the tracks. This building shall no longer be a mere structure; it will be a Mobile Fortress. Let us enjoy the party now, for tomorrow a huge job awaits us—the job to wipe out the destroyers of humanity."
The End