The Vikings called it Ragnarok. The end of the world. The cold war called it Mutually Assured Destruction, but the early signs of a thaw were in the air. Not all were happy with that. On both sides of the Iron curtain shadowy groups lurked and bided their time. It had to happen sometime. Beneath the swamp of deceit, East and West joined forces. The day of Ragnarok was nigh. Irina would wish it had stayed dormant and festering. The struggle against it would be fought in LA, Moscow, the Siberian forest and the Pacific skies. “I’m a proud Soviet Naval officer now living in the West, I stand alone astride two worlds. I couldn't see them both consumed in a fiery death, and just stand by. If they wanted to burn my two worlds and my man, they’d answer to me. They’d picked the wrong girl. I’m Irina Petrenko and you’re between a rock and a hard place.”