Red Storm

Moscow, Russia
Chinese Embassy

After going over some of the finer details of Operation Red Storm with the President, it was time for Foreign Minister Dmitry Kozlov to get things rolling with the Chinese. His office phoned ahead and said he needed to speak directly with the Ambassador, in person. The officials at the embassy told Kozlov’s aide they would be ready for his arrival.

As Minister Kozlov’s fancy black Mercedes Benz pulled up to the Embassy, several guards were there to open his door and lead him into the Embassy. He quickly made his way up to the Ambassador’s office, where he saw Ambassador Yin waiting to receive him.

Smiling, Yin offered his hand. “This is a most welcome surprise, Minister Kozlov. To what do I owe this surprise visit?”

While he was quite welcoming, the ambassador had been thrown off by this sudden interruption in his schedule. “I wonder what has happened to cause this short-notice meeting?” he wondered. “And why is he here in my office instead of talking to me on the phone?

Kozlov jumped right into it. “I am sorry for the short notice, but this could not be discussed over the phone, it needed to be done in person. I needed to tell you that it is time to move forward with Red Storm.” His voice was quiet, almost hushed.

Kozlov saw the Ambassador nod his head, a slight smile forming on his face. The Chinese had been waiting for this day as well. It was finally time for them to reassert their dominance in Asia as the hegemon, not the US.

“I understand. I will let Chairman Zhang know Russia is now moving forward,” Yin replied as Minister Kozlov got up and made his way out of his office. Nothing more needed to be said; the two countries had been coordinating this plan for years, each slowly implementing their various parts until they were ready to initiate the entire plan. Now, it was time to move forward and begin the final preparations that would change the military and political dimensions of the world.

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