Thousands of people surrounded the airport near France trying to evacuate. Unfortunately, there were not enough aircraft, so only those of high status could board the revived Concorde jets to the US. There was chaos as the war hit Paris like a tsunami. Missiles from the battle lost track and hit unexpectedly around the desperate mob. People were screaming to be let in the airport, but the police held firm with plenty of tear gas. The police would rather be fighting the Russians, not their fellow countrymen! They could occasionally hear insults over the explosions and thunder of jets overhead, but they ignored it, this was their job, they didn't volunteer to hold people back from a chance at life.
The last Concorde was pushing the throttle for take off when the Russian MiG-31's were ordered to open fire on all airborne French aircraft.
"Yuri, this is so wrong and we know it!"
"Just fire your missiles, we're so far away we won't even see them go down!"
"It's still wrong!"
"I will report you! Air Command this is Yuri, we have a trader in our midst requesting assistance!"
"I hate this war...I hate you...I hate all of this...It's all so wrong!"
"It's life you do what you need to do to survive...you failed, goodbye!"
By order of the Air Command at the front lines an SA-10 raised its missile rack and searched for the 'traitorous ' friendly MiG. It caught the large signature of the foxhound and launched a long range surface to air missile. The missile popped out of its casing. Upon emerging a second rocket ignited launching the missile high into the sky toward the aircraft of a fellow comrade whom the missile operators didn't know. The missile swerved through the sky keeping its interception course. In the cockpit of the 'rogue' MiG-31 the missile warning tone barely went off before the missile got in range and burst into thousands of lead balls ripping the wings apart and igniting the fuel. One lead ball made its way through the cockpit killing both the pilot and co-pilot. There was nothing left of Mikoyan's beautiful design except steel and heat.
The MiGs saw this and figured it would not be a good idea to argue. They all locked onto their targets and fired every missile they had. In under a minute the missiles streaked over Paris hitting the airliners. Two were aimed at ones on the ground. The missile aimed for a parked A320 hit the Eiffel Tower en route which brought the great landmark to the ground. The people in the city felt a hard depression at the sight of their landmark falling. The other missile made it to a Concorde taking off. The missile zipped pass the cockpit and hit the left engine. Without enough power the Concorde lost airspeed and came down into the crowds of desperate Frenchmen. It came down killing a few people then the fuel ignited. All people at the end of that runway were immediately blasted and burnt to a crisp. The police didn't have much better luck. The people that survived could only cry. They lost everything; their country, national symbol, and soon their lives.
The cruise missiles fired by the, now sunken, US subs were making their way into Paris, but without effect. Three did manage to hit a Russian tank column, giving them trouble, but the rest hit the large buildings blocking their targets.
"Sir, the Tomahawks are here!"
"Good maybe that will hold back the Russians!"
The French commander was trying to hold the Eiffel Tower that used to stand. They were in the streets hoping to bottle neck the Russians. Tomahawks flew over, but the trajectory of one looked ominous. It came out of the clouds and dove for a Russian position, but it was intercepted by an old French building. The building shook hard and its debris fell onto the expecting French soldiers in the street. The Russian tanks, with little resistance, simply rolled over the debris in the road. Without the help of the American navy the French were helpless. French units began throwing down their weapons only to be shot in the merciless tactics of the Russian advance. Most units did this, in fact all, but one.
"We will fight for Paris! We will not let WWII happen again! Fight to the death!"
One platoon held a street for hours with very few men and supplies. They stayed in the piles of brick and concrete that were once grand buildings. The first wave of Russian tanks started to move through. Once they were half way the French soldiers fired rockets from everywhere and took out every tank, save one. That tank popped its defensive smoke and hit the gears into reverse randomly firing at targets it couldn't locate. The rocketeers reloaded and let the tank have it. The tank saw the flash from the launchers and fired a round just as a rocket hit the turret, sending it flying into the air, and ignited the ammunition. The tank's shell hit a wall and the rocketeers survived. When they got out of their hiding spots to move to another location, a surviving tank driver came out with his pistol and emptied the magazine into the platoon leader. At that point the platoon gave up, especially when they saw a fresh wave heading down the street.
"...there's no hope...we can only pray that the rest of the world doesn't have to face this monster..."
"...and pray for those who do meet it..."
At that moment while standing and reflecting the street an old MiG-23 flew over and spread napalm in its wake. The men didn't even yell when the flames hit. Somehow they knew their end was near. Half way through Paris the Russian commanders began noting the threat of the large crowd at the airport, which they wanted. First, Ka-27's were sent with megaphones saying, 'We're here to free you from socialism and terrorism, join the Russian Federation for a better world'. The people, of course, were not impressed and many flipped off the helicopters as they flew over. Knowing the Kamovs weren't successful they were called back. Fifteen minutes later Mi-24's equipped with chemical sprays arrived. They flew over, misting the crowd, just as a farmer would dust his crops. Soon that's all the lively crowd was, vegetable crops.
The initial plan was to raise the flag of the Russian Federation on the Eiffel Tower, but it didn't survive the battle. They simply walked onto the airfield. Some had a feeling of victory. Others stared at the pile of bodies on the ground all around them. The French president, surprisingly alive, surrendered after the fall of Paris and everyone was to follow the orders of the Russian Federation.
Night was falling when the Russian generals of the western front arrived at the coast to look over the horizon know that the war wasn't over, it was just on the other side of the ocean that they heard splashing and foaming peacefully and to a rhythm. They looked out as the moon lit the the path to the next slaughter.
The men in Paris were all silent. They all knew they just destroyed a once peaceful city. They knew they would destroy more. What they didn't know is why they were doing this other than the preservation of the Russian people and the defense against socialism and terrorism. It sounded good, but they practically killed off an entire race. They sometimes wondered if they were the terrorists they fought.
"This? This, is the city of love?"
"It still is...love is war..."
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