Cold War (Terminator: Salvation, Book 3)
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We Fight Back
Russia 2003. When it appears that the United States has unleashed its entire nuclear arsenal upon the world, Captain Dmitri Losenko, commander of the nuclear submarine Gorshkov, has no choice but to retaliate. His target? Alaska.
Alaska 2018. Fighting for survival in the frozen wilderness, Molly Kookesh struggles to protect her makeshift Resistance cell from the Terminators. Inspired by John Connor’s radio broadcasts and following a brutal encounter with a fearsome machine, she decides it’s time to fight back…
An official novel exploring the post-judgment day world of the hit movie Terminator ® Salvation™.
dangerous. The captain paced along the shore. A bullhorn rested in his grip. He stepped onto a blackened concrete foundation and again raised the bullhorn to his lips. His amplified voice echoed across the desolate wasteland. “Attention, citizens! This is Captain Dmitri Losenko of the Russian Navy. If you are hiding, please show yourself. We are here to offer you whatever assistance we can provide. Do not be afraid. We mean you no harm. Repeat: do not be afraid. Please let us help you.” He
footsteps sounded in the background. A heavy body slammed into the earth, and it sounded as if the speaker was rolling across the ground in a desperate attempt to avoid being shot. “There’s no place to run. God help us, we’re all going to die!” The incoherent monologue tormented Losenko. “Get hold of yourself!” he barked into the mike. “Where is Deputy Commander Zamyatin?” “Zamyatin is dead! They blew his head right off.” The embattled sailor struggled to compose himself. “The truck is in
flames. There’s nowhere to go!” The shocking news hit Losenko like a torpedo, but he couldn’t let it rattle him. “Who is this?” he demanded. “Identify yourself!” “Yevgeny Pagodin, seaman second-class,” a shaky voice whimpered. “Arkady, watch out!” he hollered at an unseen comrade. A volley of shots rang out, too close for comfort. A wet sound splattered the walkie-talkie at the other end of the transmission. “No!” Pagodin sobbed. “Arkady!” His voice wavered. “This can’t be happening. Not
American aircraft, K-115 might be resting on the ocean floor now, its hull fatally breached. That alone warrants further investigation.” The XO grunted dubiously. “If you say so, Captain.” He glared at the Apache, no doubt thinking of the American missiles that had incinerated his family. “But remember what they say about wolves in sheep’s clothing. I, for one, intend to stay on my guard.” “I expect nothing less, Mr. Ivanov.” Down on the deck, Chief Kamarov and his men succeeded in hauling
Losenko’s shoulder. Sad eyes gazed on the captain with compassion. “I understand, Dmitri. It happens to me sometimes, too.” In the meantime, Ashdown’s painful admission did little to silence the voices of his attackers. “You expect us to feel sorry for you because you lost your son!” the Chinese general rebuked him. “Billions of sons and daughters have died. My country is a wasteland because of you. Now you expect us to help you clean up your mess? Your arrogance is beyond comprehension!”