This is the second short story to the campaign desinged for Dust-Day Argentina, it introduces the prologue for the Allies faction.

You can find the Axis prologue on part 1 in this thread

Enjoy!

February, 1947 - Aeronaval Base "Comandante Espora", Patagonia Argentina, 5.45 am

"Weather was warmer in this side of the world, but still, there was a cold wind blowing at this time of dawn in the endless plains surrounding the base.
Johnny was fond of this arid landscape, it reminded him of back home, long before the war...

He was standing outside the hangar, leaning his back against the door, watching the soldiers and crewmen rushing all around the enormous flying fortress -"the green beast" he liked to call it- getting it supplied for take-off.

"I don´t understand it, Lieutenient, why do they send us to the other side of the planet, when war is raging in the streets of England? I just can´t figure it out..."

Lt. Coviello looked back at his partner with his remaining eye, and gave him a condesendent grin.
"You think too much for a man of your rank, corporal!"- He pulled a cigar from his shirt pocket, started smelling it´s perfume - "Have you not learned anything from this war yet, son? Soldiers alone ain´t gonna win this conflict, that´s for sure...I´m not completely certain of what is it we´re after in this mission, but I´ll tell you this: if the bosses pull this team from Britain to send us to the goddam southernmost tip of the american continent, there´s sure as hell a big prize involved. Not to mention we gonna have some unpleasant company down there, I´ll garantee you that!" He bit and spat the tip of the cigar as he emphasized his last words.

"But, Lt, we all know Argentina´s government had ties with the Reich...why would they wanna help us now?"

"Way I see it, the people in charge here are having quite a hassle with the SSU running into almost every southamerican country around them. They´re back is everything but covered nowadays, and I wouldn´t want to be in their shoes if you get my meaning. So I guess they need as much backup as can get, and you know the old saying "my enemy´s enemy is my friend"...
Not that they´ve become enemies of the Axis for befriending the Allied bloc, specially taking into account the level of secrecy they requested us to keep during the operation.

"You know their President? A man they call General Perón? I get from my superiors that he´s a tough bargainer, and way I see things, when a man does something, he must be getting something back in return...so you go figure it out.
But you know what? The man seems to knows how to handle himself, and he has good connections! It has been a long time since I got my hands on some Cuban tobacco, and God bless him for that!"

He lit up his cigar as he spoke those last words, then he enjoyed the baffled look on the soldier´s face, as he stood speachless next to him.
He was about to send him off to his duty when a local crewman approached them, and adressed him in perfect english, with a strong hispanic accent:
"Lieutenant Coviello, your ship is ready, sir. We expect your orders for take off."

Johnny nodded, and got inside the hangar, where his men were resting on the ground, with backpacks as pillows.
"ALRIGHT, LADIES! RISE AND SHINE! The "Green Beast" is gonna take us out of here, so get READY TO ROLL OUT!"