DISCLAIMER: I do not own Call of Duty.

Hey everyone! This is the sequel to my other COD fanfic, "Survival". If you haven't read that, please do before reading this! Thanks.

Cat and Mouse

Chapter 1

Group C outpost defensive base 1, Siberia

August 20, 2016, 11:46:52

"We're here. Stop the car," Price ordered. Yuri complied and their Humvee drew to a stop in the rubble strewn street. Along with the two were Soap, Nikolai the Pilot, Richtofen, Takeo, Dempsey, and Nikolai the Drunk. They had just escaped the Group C outpost where they had been forced to play Samantha's game. Samantha was now dead, thanks to Richtofen setting the base's self-destruct mechanism, and the eight were foraging for supplies and working out how to get out of Russia.

Doors slammed shut as Task Force 935, the name they had given themselves, got out of their vehicle. Nikolai the Drunk looked around and remarked, "This place looks like Stalingrad – all ruins and nothing else."

"Yeah, Samantha's army tore this place apart," Soap agreed.

"Okay, first things first," Price said. "Our top priorities are fuel, food and maps of the area. We'll split up into four pairs, each searching one area of this base. Soap, you're with me. Nikolai the Pilot's with Yuri, Richtofen with Takeo, and Dempsey with Nikolai the Drunk. We meet back here in about an hour."

"You seriously expect to find stuff here?" Dempsey said. "Everything's blown to hell and gone!"

"Looks can be deceiving, American," Richtofen replied. "Take zhe dozens zhat have looked down on me because I looked veak. Zhey all paid zhe price," he said with an evil smile.

"Oh yeah, don't forget your weapons," Price added. "Hostiles might still be here."

The pairs detached from each other and went off in their search. Takeo was keen to find something useful, as he didn't want to be "dishonorable". However, that was soon proving a challenge for all the pairs, as they found nothing but twisted scrap metal, half-collapsed buildings, and last but not least, dead bodies.

"If I had some 115…" Richtofen thought to himself as he shoved aside a dead soldier with his boot. But that was the past, decades ago. By now all traces and samples of the resurrecting element were probably locked up. Still, it would be nice to start over from the beginning…

Nikolai the Drunk was carefully examining shards of glass, bringing some up to his nose and sniffing them. Dempsey noticed and said, "Hey, watcha doing?"

"Looking for vodka," the Russian replied. "This base had Russians on it, so there has to be some here."

"You're hopeless," Dempsey said.

Yuri and Nikolai the Pilot had found almost nothing. The only interesting thing they had come across was a fuel dump, or what was left of it. Yuri shook his head and said, "This is impossible. All the fuel would have been shot and exploded from the firefight here."

"Well, let's see what's in that building," Nikolai the Pilot said. "It looks pretty intact."

The building in question was a small, rectangular thing. Miraculously, it was only marred by bullet holes and scratches. The door was locked, but by smashing in the door window, the two opened it from the inside and entered.

It was a CCTV monitoring room. Several computer screens were joined together at two walls, but one set was badly damaged from the battle of the base. Yuri used his radio piece to contact Price. "Price, Yuri here. Nikolai the Pilot's found a security station for CCTV cameras."

"Are the computers still functional?" Price asked.

Yuri tapped the keyboard of the intact computer set. The screens lit up. "Yes, they're on, but they need a password."

"Okay, tell Nikolai the Pilot to hack them and see if there's recorded footage from Samantha's attack."

"Copy." Yuri turned to his partner and repeated what Price had told him. Nikolai the Pilot smiled and said, "Knew he would say that." He sat down in a chair in front of the lead computer and went to work hacking it.

Soap was starting to get annoyed. Every building they had passed was either empty or almost empty. He and Price had found a grand total of one fuel can, which was half empty. Price was also getting frustrated, and kicked the ground.

"Dempsey was right. Everything is gone!"

"Let's just keep looking," Soap said, but secretly he also agreed with Price's statement.

Takeo could feel his honor dropping. For almost twenty minutes he and Richtofen had searched these ruins to no avail. He was about to admit dishonor before he spotted a smudged, wet map in the snow.

"My honor is restored!" he said, and picked up the valuable sheet of paper. Richtofen came over and took a look at it. "My, my, ve really are in zhe middle of novhere."

He was right. The map was of Russia, with major cities and towns marked on it. There was a blue dot with "Outpost" labelled beside it, and another blue dot to its north. That other dot was the closest thing to the outpost, and even then it was miles away.

Takeo straightened up and cocked his head to one side. "Vhat is it?" Richtofen asked.

"I think I hear a whirring sound…"

Nikolai the Drunk also heard the sound. "Hey American, you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"That noise in the air, obviously!"

"That vodka's making you hear things. Get back to searching!"

Soap and Price were sifting through what could have been a barrack when the whirring sound reached their ears. However, unlike the four zombie killers who were relatively unfamiliar with modern weapons, this pair immediately knew what that sound was. The shout came from both of them at the same time: "Helicopters!"

Yuri and Nikolai the Pilot were the only ones that didn't hear the helicopters, as they were inside the security station. Nikolai the Pilot had worked his computer magic and the screens displayed squares where, normally, live feed from the cameras would appear. But now, each square was black and had the words, "ERROR: CAMERA DISCONNECTED" scrawled across it.

"Let's see…Samantha attacked on August 13, so that's seven days ago," Yuri said. Nikolai the Pilot went to the footage for that day.

"What time should we start at?" he asked.

"Ummm…noon?" Yuri guessed.

The footage from noon showed nothing. They watched as soldiers walked by chatting, vehicles driving by; a typical military post. Some squares displayed footage from the perimeter, showing the horizon, an endless white landscape.

"Well this is interesting," Yuri said sarcastically.

Suddenly, the horizon squares displayed a row of tiny people in the distance. Nikolai the Pilot squinted his eyes and moved closer to the square that was displaying it. The people were getting closer, and he could make out Russian Army uniforms. Then he jerked back as white smoke trails materialized and the squares went dark.

Yuri was watching the other squares. At the moment that the perimeter squares went dark, the soldiers became alert and hurried away, readying their weapons as they did. "This is it; Samantha attacked at – " he looked at the footage time " – 1205 hours."

"Did you see all those troops? She truly has an army!" Nikolai the Pilot exclaimed nervously.

"We need to tell the others about this," Yuri declared. "Come on, let's go back to the Humvee. Time's almost up anyway."

"Richtofen! Dempsey! Anyone?" Soap called out as he and Price dashed through the ruined post. They had to find the others in time before the helicopters got them first! Actually, Soap didn't know for certain that the incoming helicopters were hostile, but since they were in Russia, odds were they were Russian.

"Can anyone hear us? We need to get out of here!" Price yelled.

Dempsey's head popped up. "What? What's going on?"

"Helicopters! I'm taking that they're hostile!" Soap said in between breaths.

"We gotta find the others and get out before they actually get here!" Price added.

Nikolai the Drunk appeared. "Aw, I still haven't found any vodka!" he whined.

"Shut your mouth, we're going!" Dempsey snapped as he grabbed his MG36.

A few minutes later they ran into Richtofen and Takeo. "Look everyone! Takeo has found a map of zhe area!" Richtofen said.

"That's great, but we gotta go before some enemy choppers get here," Price said.

Soap was worried about another thing. "Yuri and Nikolai the Pilot! They're still in that security station!"

"Dammit! I've gotta ask them," Price said. He got on his radio piece and contacted Yuri.

"Yuri? Come in Yuri! What's your location?" Price's voice came over Yuri's radio piece.

"We're waiting at the Humvee. Why?" Yuri replied.

"There's enemy birds coming in! We have to move!"

"Got it. We'll get the Humvee ready."

Price had just gotten off his radio piece when the group was interrupted by the aforementioned helicopters appearing over the horizon. "Shit!" Dempsey swore.

"Damn, damn, DAMN it! Hurry – to the Humvee!" Price called out.

The six started sprinting, but the choppers were faster. In a minute or so they were directly behind the group.

"RUN!"

Inside the lead helicopter, a Russian with curious eyes looked out the window and spotted some people on the ground. He ordered binoculars to be brought to him and examined the people through them. They were all carrying weapons, and one of them caught his attention immediately. He smiled and told the pilot to land and for the soldiers with him to ready their guns.

Takeo saw one helicopter landing and told his comrades about it. They had turned back to look when the door opened and seven soldiers jumped out. They were followed by another man that was obviously the leader. The soldiers aimed at the group and the leader said, "Put down your weapons." The group grudgingly complied.

Price couldn't believe his eyes. It couldn't be him, not him, not him! The leader smiled and pulled out a P99 pistol. He pointed it at Price and walked towards him. Price stared at him, at his one blue eye and his one green eye. The man smiled evilly and said, "Hello…Captain Price."

Price snarled, opened his mouth, and spat out one word, one name, the name of his worst enemy.

"Makarov."