He was astonished. The American government had always been more shifty then the KGB when it came to containing the supernatural outbreaks, but if this report was to be believed, the American government had used teams of monsters during the Vietnam war. Not just in Vietnam either, but in just about every war since Korea, and possibly earlier.

The general had gotten a report from a mole in the FSB, including a bunch of documents that were a holdover from the KGB, at least what wasn't burned after 1991.

The report from a KGB operative in Indochina indicated that during the Vietnam war, a team consisting of a Werewolf, a Minotaur and a Half-siren had made a mess of just about every operation the KGB had going for them in the area.

Of course the general was read in, you didn't get to a position of such authority without a read-in on the supernatural, and the reason the governments of the world agreed to keep a lid on the truth of it. He had heard rumors about things the Soviet Union and American governments had done during the Great Patriotic War, and even heard third hand about an experiment from an American weapons program from that era breaching containment and destroying one of those massive casinos in the Las Vegas, but was under the impression that the US had learned from their mistake.

If the US could use the supernatural, then God damn it, he could too. And so the order was given out, and the order to capture every Werewolf in the Ukraine, instead of putting a silver bullet through their chest, was given.

The pack was ready, and the underground railroad was open direct to Moscow. Try and fight a war of attrition when your capital was beset by lycanthropes, assholes. The full moon arrived over Moscow in a few days after they were sent, and all hell broke loose. Especially when the US government, who heard about the operation came knocking on his door at three in the AM, and dragged him screaming into the night.

"What were you thinking?" The tall man in front of him demanded. He was tall and buff, like all American warriors, but did not carry himself like military, he was CIA.

"The same thing you were thinking when you used a Werewolf in Vietnam," the general spat back. He was not about to take shit from these hypocritical assholes.

"You let loose new werewolves on a full moon, you endangered innocent civilians-" the general cut the CIA man off.

"You think Putin gives a shit about innocent civilians? Do you not watch news?"

"I don't care how bad you think bombs are, they ain't werewolves. You should have known better. I don't care how important you think your war is, the more people who know the supernatural exists, the more will inevitably try to use it for their own ends, like you. Maybe when some crazed necromancer who got introduced to the real world by one of your doggies opens a portal to hell in Kyiv on orders from the Kremlin you'll understand why part of the UN conditions for entry is agreeing to the first reason."

That night,the pack turned on their human handlers. All pretenses of attacking important Russian military targets went out the window and the pack descended on the people of Moscow. The outbreak was contained by Russian authorities soon enough.

"We should just kill him and leave. Everyone will assume the Russians did it." The mysterious woman on the phone was adamant. She did not want anything coming back to haunt her if the UN Congress on Unearthly Forces found out the task force knew and didn't eat on the Ukrainian government, defensive war against an international menace be damned.

"The door has been opened, his successor will inevitably try the same thing, and you know Putin will do the same. It'll be decision week all over again."

They decided. Task force operatives were sent to Kyiv, and a Ukrainian equivalent was set up under the supervision of the United States government. The Kremlin set up their own task force, and it went about as well as anything the Kremlin ever did. The great Siberian Zombie Apocalypse made the Russian Mafia, who happened to run most private Monster Hunting operations in Russia, an absurd amount of money.

"Remember Mr. Zelensky," the mysterious American woman said, leaving the president's office, "everybody knows there's no such thing as unicorns."

(MHI fanfic because this prompt was clearly intended for MHI fanfic)