A sneak peak to another Red Revolution title that's in the works, this time, it's Red Revolution 2: Lenin's Revenge.

Red Revolution 2: Lenin’s Revenge.
Moscow, Soviet Socialist Republic: 2310. Monday, September 19th.

General Sokholov fired. His pistol was beginning to heat up with the amount of bullets he was firing. He was holding the line; he was giving Lenin a chance to run. It was just him and five troops inside the Kremlin corridor. Lenin had run outside of the Kremlin, but had been forced back into it by American soldiers. Now, Lenin was hopefully on an underground train to Siberia. He could have been dead, Sokholov had no idea, but he had to give Lenin space to run, else the resistance would crumble. The invasion had lasted about 30 minutes. Moscow was already beleaguered, and Korean troops had taken the dockyards in Vladivostok. An American column was moving up from Georgia, using the ‘shock and awe’ tactics that they had stolen from the German ‘Blitzkrieg’.
American troops were at the other end of the corridor; Sokholov and his defenders were hiding in doorways, and firing down at them. The wallpaper had been wrecked by the bullets. A pity, as it had been a lovely print. The lights were smashed; the walls were peppered with holes. The lethal exchange of bullets went on, Sokholov hitting an American square between the eyes. One of his soldiers took a shot in the stomach, and fell to his knees. Sokholov tried to support him, but the soldier had slipped out of the protective arch of the doorway, exposing himself to the American bullets.
Suddenly, gunfire erupted behind them.
“We’re surrounded!” yelled a soldier, seconds before a bullet tore his face open. Sokholov groaned. He only had three soldiers left over, and the odds were stacked so high against him, they could have reached the moon. He still fired, he hoped Lenin would escape. If he didn’t, the SSR had no hope. Admiral Stalin had made a run for it after Lenin had left his office. God alone knew where he was. Sokholov pitied Nikolai and Katerina; they had each other, and it would be terrible if one were to die. Sokholov; he had no-one. He was alone. Yuri.... Yuri could make an escape either way. He excelled at covert operations, and was probably hopping the border out of Moscow as Sokholov fired.
There was just Sokholov and one man left now.
“Soldier!” Sokholov asked, “What’s your name?”
“Deripaska, Comrade!” came the reply.
“Comrade Deripaska, would you like to die a very noble death?” Sokholov asked.
“I’d rather not die a death at all, Comrade!” joked Deripaska, “but I suppose the odds are way against us...”
“I was just thinking that. Heh... Funny how things can pan out. Tell me, is your life flashing before your eyes as well?”
“Yes. That’s not a good sign, isn’t it?” asked Deripaska as a grenade landed by their feet.

I was inspired by Claire's blog to post the begining of one of my books. This is a work in progress, the end result will be available on www.redrevolution-library.co.nr in a few months time. It begins in a terrifying alternate universe, in which Adolf Hitler won World War 2....

Red Revolution: A Prelude to Revolution.
Dresden, Third Reich, 2017.

The night was dark, the moon but a sliver of light on the infinite sea of black that was the starless sky. Hans Gabor ran through the darkest of Dresden’s allies. He had in his hand a Mauser pistol, and in his left hand, a suitcase. He had to get to the Gestapo headquarters, the information he had was of groundbreaking importance. He had been a loyal citizen of the Third Reich, following on from his family, who had all served in the Gestapo, ever since Adolf Hitler conquered the world after the Second World War, or the War of Freedom, as it was officially known by the government.
Hans was loyal. He followed the line of the government to the end. Although.... There were some disturbing tales... He tried to shut them out of his mind, but.... He had heard of mass slaughter of Jews, Russians, Slavs, and all sorts of others in the Third Reich.... But he had to ignore the tales. He could be at the business end of a rifle if he spoke out. Still, for now, he had to get this suitcase to the Gestapo headquarters.
He turned down another alley. Rain was pouring down, but his car had broken down, and since the beginning of troubles in Russia, the government had been diverting funding to the war effort rather than to public transport.
Colonel Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin.... Hans spat. He hated the man. He was plotting to bring down everything the Fuhrer had worked for. He had to be killed, along with his supporters, and the traitor, President Hughes. Hans spat again. President Hughes, the man who was supposed to be ruling Britain for the Fuhrer, deserved to die as well. He had been... With the assistance of that old Jew, Albert Einstein... It was blood curdling, and horrifying at the same time.

Hans was angry, and fuelled by his anger. He was running faster than he’d ever run before. He was running out of time. He slipped in a puddle, and fell crashing down onto the soaking pavement. He cursed loudly, and tried to get up. He let out a groan of pain, and fell back down. His leg had given up on him again. He cursed loudly again, and rubbed his knee, trying to calm the screaming pain in it. He gave a gasp of pain as his heart leaped spasmodically in his chest. He fell back into the puddle, and lay there helpless. He had been running far too fast. The doctor had warned him, his heart was weak. He should have left the Gestapo. But he had been working on Hughes’ case for a while, and he had been given permission to continue in the Gestapo until he had finished the case. Now he had the information necessary, he was lying prone in an alley. Dresden was on the list, it only had...

A strange whooshing noise filled the air. Hans looked up, and saw a bright trail as something powered its way into Dresden. He groaned. He had been too late to save Dresden; he had been too late to save the Third Reich. There was a deafening explosion as night was turned to day. Hans let out a heart-rending moan as the rain clouds evaporated in the intense heat, and as he began to evaporate in the heat of a nuclear explosion.

Opening credits:
Gadfly Suite - Dmitri Soskatovich

Waking up:
Friends theme tune - The Rembrantds.

Average day:
America - Razorlight

First date:
Let's Go Out tonight - Craig Armstrong

Falling in love:
Massive Attack - Craig Armstrong

Love scene:
Moonlight Serenade - Glenn Miller

Fight scene:
Eve of the War - Jeff Wayne

Breaking up:
Escape - Craig Armstrong

Making up:
It's not unusual - Tom Jones

Secret love:
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Life's okay:
RADAR Love - Golden Earring

Mental Breakdown:
Those you've Known - Spring

Driving:
Don't stop me now - Queen

Deep thought:
Rise of the Valkyries - Richard Wagner

Flashback:
Video Killed the Radio Star - The Buggles

Partying:
Disco Inferno - The Trammps

Happy dance:
You can't stop the beat - Hairspray soundtrack

Regretting:
Space Oddity - David Bowie

Long night alone:
Escape - Craig Armstrong (again)

Final Battle:
Thunderchild - Jeff Wayne

Death scene:
My Way - Leningrad Cowboys

Closing credits:
Allways look on the bright side of life - Eric Idle & Monty Python.