Rise of a Red Army (a Red Dawn concept)

[NautilusWolf]

Haden noticed his old friend spike wave him down. He heard his concerns and took careful note of his friend's suggestion.
"Every marksman needs at least two ways out. Down the stairs, or down the fire escape. Tree? Only way is down. They eventually find you." He said to himself. He saw something in the distance.
Haden slung his rifle on his shoulder, then hops in from the window. He is now running down the stairs, shouting, "T-73 and a column of 25 foot mobiles! Get away from the windows!"

[Charlie]

Igner hides a closet matching the closet wood paneling

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[Adrian_Kruezotter]

     A plane flew overhead in the sky, not too far from Roosevelt High School, a red bi-plane, the hammer and sickle on the sides. It touched down on an empty road, and screeched to a halt, smoke emitting from the wheels and the smell of burning rubber in the air. The engine rumbled off, and the rotor slowly came to a stop. The huge snake climbed out of the vehicle, his long black coat contrasting the bright red of the plane. Huge boots slammed upon the ground, and the young KGB fastened his sniper rifle's belt-strap to his large chest. His prominent green eyes surveyed the area, and he tucked his peaked cap, the red star on the cap collecting dew of the light rain that started. He slowly walked towards the school, his hand near his pistol, ready to act.

[Armalite_]

Spike immediately jumped up from the chair and grabbed his rifle, tossing the butt on the ground. Instead of running inside, he hopped over the small railing and ran to take cover behind some tall rocks not far but not too close from the cabin off to the side. He took aim and quietly positioned himself where he could see everything that was in front of him.

A loud engine accompanied by the screeching metal of tread against gears combined itself into a haunting echo that penetrated through the trees. The loud noise of war machinery inching closer made Spike feel uneasy. He'd hoped the tank would roll past, having missed the property entirely. He could hear the faint shouting of a Russian voices over the tank, and it was clear they were getting closer as the noises got louder.

Still, Spike couldn't see any advancement through the trees. His paws began to sweat against the grip of his weapon. With a carbine, the enemy would have to be a lot closer to neutralize and within his sights. But still, there was nothing. He waited.

[Suzumibachii]

Viktoriya dropped the cloths in a bush nearby before ducking back into the house. She instinctively went for her bow grabbing a few arrows from the quiver and locking them into the arrow grips on the bow itself. She moved away from one of the windows but stood to the side of it, knocking a single arrow and drawing back the bow about halfway she stood there and listened to the tank as well as picking up some of the words the infantrymen were shouting to each other.

[Rayleonarde]

After a few days of ducking the tank columns and foot patrols, Rayleonarde became accustomed to the sounds of near by tanks, and thought nothing of it.  He did, however,  remain hidden, as not sure how to approach the situation.  Faced with the prospect of choice, he began conversing with his other personalities.
"How do we go about it?" Rayleonarde started, in a hushed whisper, hardly audible above the tank.
"Well, we did spot some that didn't fit the Russian regalia, and they didn't run out to meet the platoon, but do we know if they are friendly?" Ray hissed again, this time in a gruffer, older tone, like an old war veteran.
"There's only one way to find out, isn't there?  We'll wait the tank out, she'll leave soon enough, agreed?"  This was followed by several yes's from Rayleonarde, each in a different tone or accent.