Starting Over, chapter 4

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A small Fourth Reich bunker/launch facility outside Angel Falls
USA

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"We are ready to launch Mein Herr." one of the Science Division spoke up, standing and grinning like a maniac.



"Excellent!" , roared von Trotha, "You have full permission to launch...that is if Reichsführer Hauppman would be kind enough to provide the codes. Genocide...live up to your name my dear."



Ilsa Hauppman straightened her tunic and cleared her voice before addressing the scientist. "Nacht und Nebel."



The man in the lab-coat nodded and hurriedly typed in the command words, unlocking the full potential of the warhead. Von Trotha turned and strode over to the console next to the scientist, who took a step back and gave him a wide berth.



"Rest in Peace Angel..."



The Iron Chancellor's words were cut short as the plastisteel window in front of him exploded inwards, shattering as if it were mere tempered glass. The cyborg stumbled backwards away from the command console as all eyes that were previously shielded from the sudden explosion turned to face the figure hovering in the air before them. The Soviet Superwoman. She was dressed oddly however, wearing a combination of white, black and red, with glittering golden pauldrons on her shoulders. On her face she wore a red visor, similar to the one worn famously by her spouse, the powerhouse heroine Walkiria. The Soviet Superwoman appeared larger somehow...more muscular and toned. Her face was like solid marble as she surveyed the occupants of the small bunker, without expression. Whereas she appeared completely devoid of emotion, the normally cold and calculating Iron Chancellor raged and bellowed in his electronic voice.



"Not possible!" he cried out, "All of my careful strategy and planning, all of my calculations, only to have you show up here! YOU! I do not believe it! There is no way you could have known I was here! A simple, backwards farm-girl!"



Several of the guards now turned and opened fire on the intruder with their assault rifles, almost reflexively. Bullets that were normally capable of piercing ballistics grade armor bounced harmlessly off the body of the Soviet Valkyrie. The amazonian Russian's eyes flashed red as laser beams shot forth from them, focused by the visor. The blasts caught each of the soldiers full in the chest, punching smoking holes through their high-tech body armor and Reich uniforms. Before the bodies had even finished hitting the floor, the Soviet woman had landed and punched her arm through the missile control console and into the power supply. A shower of sparks erupted from the fatally wounded circuitry as computers began to short out one by one.



Ilsa Hauppman watched her, mouth open. Something was different, and not just her new lethality. Olga seemed...older...yes taking a long hard look at her, she was definitely older. Von Trotha would never notice such changes, a wrinkle here, a few hairs turned white, but Ilsa did. She had been studying her opponent for years. Something was very wrong here. Unable to transform she would be a sitting duck if this Olga was planning on butchering the lot of them. She had to escape...regain control of her organization in the process. Von Trotha would be on his own against this strangely different version of Soviet Superwoman. As if she was reading her mind, Olga turned and locked eyes with her arch-nemesis. Her lips curled back as she finally displayed a hint of emotion: disgust.



"I've waited a lifetime to kill you again Hauppman." she snarled, her eyes flashing red again.



Ilsa's eyes widened. Again?



The death-blow never landed. Suddenly there was an ear-splitting sound and Olga grabbed at her ears, shrieking in agony. Monitors exploded from the high-pitched cacophony all around the Soviet Valkyrie as she dropped down to one knee, gripping the sides of her head in pain. The Iron Chancellor took a few steps towards her, his robotic arm outstretched with a ring of amplifiers that discharged a crippling sonic assault on her. Ilsa, covering her own ears, stepped back away from the two combatants. She felt a hand grip her arm tightly and turned around quickly to face Anna Holt. The young Obersturmbannfuhrer motioned behind them towards the exit, where the Reich Science Division was already fleeing for their lives. Ilsa's feet began to move even before she finished nodding.



The Soviet Valkyrie snarled, a rivlet of blood streaking down from her nose. Furious at his interference with Ilsa's escape, the former super-soldier rushed forward into the sonic emitter and took hold of the Chancellor's arm, pushing it roughly to the side. Her body immediately seized up as 15,000 volts of electricity coursed across his body as she made contact with his robotic flesh. The Iron Chancellor chuckled as he took hold of her wrist with his other hand and attempted to realign his sonic weapon with her head.



"Foolish girl. You may have somehow had the wits to discover my presence here, but you could not possibly have prepared yourself for the folly of assaulting me directly!" he quipped at her.



The Soviet Valkyrie took a firmer hold on his arm, digging her fingers into his armored plating, and with the bellow of an angry goddess she ripped backwards with all her strength. The Chancellor's arm tore free from it's moorings, spraying hydraulic fluids and sparks in all directions. Von Trotha fell over onto his back with a bewildered moan as the Soviet heroine took a split second to regain her senses from the dual electrical and sonic assault. Olga whipped her head back around to face her opponent, her expression one of pure rage. She swung his severed arm up over her head and brought it down with all her force on his plastisteel dome. The arm disintegrated into nothing more than metallic shards connected to various tubing and cables as it crashed down like a mace, cracking his dome into a network of spider-webs. As she raised her arm up to finish off the Nazi monster with a second blow, a noise behind her suddenly took away all her attention.



Somehow, the missile had launched and was streaking it's way towards the ocean.



Von Trotha let out a terrible laugh. "Did you not think I could fire the weapon remotely once I had the codes? I plan for every eventuality, you simple minded Slavic beast!"



Olga considered that she might have enough time to destroy von Trotha once and for all and still have time to stop the missile. The idea was rapidly dismissed. No...best not to risk it. Not to come this far only to let mere seconds of petty vengeance be the difference between life and death for hundreds in the city. It would stain everything she had fought so hard for. Olga used a burst of super-sonic speed to fly from the chamber and take off in pursuit of the rocket. The Iron Chancellor and Ilsa Hauppman would have to wait for now.



The Soviet Valkyrie caught up with the speeding missile quickly. Knowing von Trotha if he had a way to launch it remotely, he may have a way of detonating it remotely as well. She also knew that it wasn't his goal to strike the city, but to have it explode over the ocean and she wasn't certain at which spot it might suddenly go off...or if she could survive a nuclear explosion at ground zero. There was only one thing to do. Olga grabbed hold of the weapon of mass destruction and streaked upwards with it, towards outer space. The cold and vacuum wouldn't effect her biology and she had long ago learned how to hold her breath for longer periods of time, having fought both Ultrawoman and her Возлюбленная in that hostile environment. The missile she knew would have a much harder time in space. As she continued to climb, higher and higher into the atmosphere she could see large chunks of ice forming all around the missile. Slipping from the orbit of the earth she continued to guide the nuclear warhead up and away from the planet. After a short time the rocket's thrusters gave out, sputtering and dying in a hostile environment. Olga let the missile go, watching it drift away into the darkness of the void.



As she made her way back down through the atmosphere, Olga chuckled and actually laughed. The fact remained that she had managed to avert a disaster she knew was coming and had managed to do it successfully. Lives had been saved...hundreds if not thousands of them. Damn Serenity and his rules to hell, she had managed to stop an arrogant bastard from a terrible alpha strike on her home. If something worse was really set in motion because of her actions she couldn't at all fathom what it was or could be compared to all the good she had accomplished today.



She also laughed at the irony, because once she had let the missile go into space...interfered with the timeline, she knew, indeed somehow she felt, that the changes she just made were so vast and the domino effect so great that her memories of the past from this point on were rendered meaningless.

To be continued...

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