“Eat your heart out, Tesla,” crackled the lead tank commander, Lieutenant Maria “Sparky” Volkov (no relation to the Soviet Volkov). “We don’t need coils.”
The Commander’s next move is already being drawn up on the tactical map. It involves dolphins, a stolen Soviet MCV, and one very grumpy Tanya. www.westwood.com red alert 2
The Dominator’s pulse has already subjugated three full city blocks. Allied Grizzly tanks sit idle, their crews staring blankly at the horizon. General Carville, in a final frantic transmission from the Pentagon, issued only two words before the line went dead: “Chrono. Now.” “Eat your heart out, Tesla,” crackled the lead
“It’s not a weapon,” stammered a shell-shocked Allied field technician, speaking via encrypted line. “It’s a voice . It gets inside your skull. One second you’re aiming a rifle at a Kirov airship, the next you’re humming the Soviet national anthem and saluting a statue of Lenin.” The Dominator’s pulse has already subjugated three full