FIELD PROMOTION

Document Text:
19 June, 1984

When Lt. Agapov sent the distress call yesterday, he said it could be days before help arrived. So, it is hard to express the relief we felt this morning when that big, beautiful Mi-26 landed in our camp and Spetsgruppa Omega ran down the tail ramp, assuming command over the entire situation.

Omega. We heard rumors about them for months. Crazy stuff. But Spetsnaz always has an air of mystery. It is why we all volunteered for special forces. We all want to be Spetsnaz.

Anyhow, they came prepared with weapons and equipment I never knew existed. We maintained the perimeter while they marched into the facility and rid it of the infected. Towards the end, they allowed me and a few others to help mop up. Imagine that! Me, fighting alongside Omega Group!

Afterward, their squad leader, Gorev, said we would be rewarded with a new assignment – practically a field promotion! I only hope it is not classified. I would love to tell my parents.

Gorev is a strange one, though. He is spoken of as a killing machine, but I was a bit disappointed meeting him in person. I find him physically unimpressive. And he is almost too nice. Seriously, what is the big deal? What is so scary about Gorev? Pretty sure I could take him.

Found this. Confiscated. Will single out author for special treatment. - G