Angel Falls, part 3

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June 26th, 2009
Red Square, Moscow

The Soviet Superwoman flew as quickly as possible over the Atlantic Ocean, gaining altitude so that she was literally breaking through the clouds to reach her native Russia. She was glad to have left that city...Angel Falls far behind her. Her head was spinning and she was naseous. Could what that Freedom Star woman have told her been true? Was she not only in another time but another place as well. Perhaps this was a ploy by the invaders to try and break her spirit by showing her a world under United States dominance created through illusions and hallucinations. Maybe it was all in her mind. Olga put a gloved hand to the side of her head and grimaced, as if trying to shake off the invisible hold the aliens had on her. Everything had happened so fast...just like in Berlin. That was the part that bothered her the most. Ilsa Hauppman had used a device on her once before that opened up a similar looking portal or dimensional door of some kind and she had been sucked through it. The feeling of cold, the lack of oxygen, the feeling of drowning in wet cotton...all of that had felt the same only last time she woke up a week later a few miles from the city with no memory of what happened to her and this time...this time everything seemed all too real.

She was making incredible time as she raced towards the Soviet capital. She would be vindicated there and the words of the American floozy would be shown for the lies that they were. Perhaps this wasn't an alien trick at all but an American one. Taking her out of the equation would pave the way for their champion to not only beat back the crippled invaders, but to finally destroy the Soviet Union as well and become the sole super-power of the world. Olga quickly dismissed the idea. The Americans were themselves crippled by the invaders, as every nation was. To try something like this before the aliens had been defeated would be foolhardy and ridiculous. She was the best hope for her world and even they had to acknowledge what she had managed to accomplish. She would have enjoyed meeting their new hero and shaking hands to usher in a new era of peace between their two nations after the invaders had been crushed and sent back into space.

A high-tech looking passenger jet of some kind, easily larger and much more faster than anything Olga had ever seen rocketed past underneath her. It shook her back into the present and continued to point towards the truth that she was no longer on the earth she knew. The caped body-builder swallowed hard and watched it go, turning her head for a moment before hurrying on her way. Russia was not far away and she could almost find her way there blindfolded from where she was. At least the stars and their positions in the sky had not changed.

As Olga descended into Red Square she was bolstered by the site of many familiar buildings: The Kremlin, Saint Basil's Cathedral, Spasskaya Tower...everything seemed normal to her. Perfectly in place. The air however smelled different to her and upon closer inspection Olga let out a heart-leaping gasp, stopping in mid air above the great city. Her breathing quickened and her eyes leapt around, searching for the familiar. Now it had an American restaurant on every corner. The great momuments of her past were replaced with American shops and billboards. Flashy foreign automobiles, plenty of upscale cafes catering to new cosmopolitan clients, and bookstores and magazine stands free to peddle their smut and lies to the wanting public now littered the once great symbol of her nations greatness. Gone were the monuments. Gone were the great symbols of Communism. Gone were the great parades, the music, the marching, the planes of war that flew overhead. She longed for the cheering people and the waves as she passed by on an important mission for the state. Was this even her homeland anymore? A defeated nation where the victors had raised not their flag, but golden burger arches and buckets for fried chicken.

Freedom Star had spoken the truth. Here the Soviet Union was no more.

Olga landed near the largest American restaurant, the one with the golden arches overhead. She leaned against the glass wall of the building and took in deep breaths. As she did so, a large crowd began to gather around, both outside as they had watched her descent and inside as they scrambled around the glass. All of them dressed so oddly, wearing American logos and American catch-phrases. Showing so much skin. Looking at her so oddly. Several of them pulled out their hand-held computers and pointed them at her as if they were protecting themselves from her somehow. Most of them were laughing and pointing up in surprise. One of them let out a wolf-whistle. A young boy who had been leaving with his mother stopped and pointed at her.

"Are you a bad guy?" he asked.

The Soviet Superwoman looked down at him. Her head was beaded with sweat and her hands were clenched into tight balls.
"Why would you think I was a bad guy?" she replied slowly.

"Because you're wearing that!" he exclaimed as if she was an idiot.

Olga looked down at the proud hammer and sickle emblazoned on her costume and then back at the boy.

"Nyet, I am the Soviet Superwoman. I am one of the good guys." she tried to smile nervously.

The boy laughed out loud.
"You can't fool me, Soviets are the bad guys! Are you going to fight Walkiria?"

"What?" Olga snapped back at him.

The boy's mother took his hand and stepped back with him sharply.
"It really is in bad taste for you to wear that. Is this a publicity stunt of some kind?"

"No," an older looking man answered her before Olga could even speak. "I saw her fly down here. She must be a meta-human."

"Meta-human? What does that mean? Who is Walkiria?" she tried feebly to ask over the voices.

A younger man covered in piercings and wearing a shirt that said something in what appeared to be Japanese came up next to her at almost the same time. His breath smelled of alcohol and he held his portable computer in front of them for a moment before he spoke.
"Hey baby, you out looking for a date in that get-up?"

"Are you on some kind of fucking steroids?" a woman with too much make-up and a pierced lip asked her with a smug look.

"Maybe she's part of a new promotion for McDonalds!" exclaimed an over-weight man.

"Soviet Superwoman? Did you help lead people to the gulags? Did you help get rid of the Cossacks, the deported Balts or the small Greek minority that was totally exterminated under Communism." snarled another person.

"Let her talk, I want to know how she can fly!"

"Someone call the police..."

"These pictures will look great on Facebook..."

It was all so much. Everyone was talking at her and waving their computers at her. She felt sick to her stomach. Her head pounded between her ears. Olga held up her black gloves in protest, trying to explain who she was but it fell on deaf ears. She felt more like a side-show attraction than the hero of the Soviet Union. The Soviet Superwoman took back into the night sky to the cheers and protests of the crowd gathered below. Tears formed in her eyes. Her nation...the entire world she had known was gone and up until this minute she had held out hope that it was not so. All of that came crashing down into pieces. As tears rolled down her cheeks she wondered if she was all that was left of her once glorious nation. She couldn't stay here...she hated it here. Freedom Star had told her there were people she could talk to, people that could possibly help her get back home. It was all that she had left. She would return to Angel Falls and see if the Americans could help her make her way back to her home.

Olga hoped it was in time to stop the aliens.

She hoped it wasn't already too late.

To be continued...

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