And I can’t exactly ask Forester for help, since he figured I’d be fine with company here and moved back to his den. Whoever it was, I’m guessing they want my stuff real bad. “Who was shooting at you?” Kateb inquired, his mind drifting to the thought of more mercenaries interfering in matters of the Zone, before he swept it away. We covered each other until we got to the outpost, hopping from block to block up until we got here.” That’s when we knew it was time to leave. The old man decides to toss a brick there and we hear swearing like some dirty sailor one moment, and the next we get gunshots drilling holes in the ceiling above us. So while Forester is explaining it to me, we notice that there’s a rustling in the bushes. “Right, uh,” Coffee plunked the lighter down on some wooden crate and puffed out a calming cloud of smoke, “Well, I asked Forester to help me find this one artifact, rare and all, and sure enough, we find it out in this weird part Limansk with all the teleporty shit. “Yeah, he wasn’t available.” Neither was the rest of the Yantar group, seeing how Semenov accidentally caused a chemical leak, placing the mobile lab under lockdown. “Well, normally I get in touch with Kruglov-” The sprouting flame came to life over the green elliptical tube, his pause over this achievement was seized by Kateb to move the conversation along. It shook in his hands, made worse by the quaking of the nearby objects as the emissions passed over them.
Sitting opposite of him was Coffee, a twitchy looking stalker, quite short in comparison to Torch who sat right next to him, attempting to light the cigarette in his mouth with faulty sparks flying from his lighter. The ground floor was rather cluttered with old furniture and equipment, creating a claustrophobic feeling to it, but the loners who inhabited it just found nooks and crannies to fill in while they sang or drank around the barrel, acting as the gathering point for a modern day minstrel and his audience. The fire light from a decrepit old oil barrel provided a weak bronze sheen to everything it could land on, though it touched little in their corner of the house. “So, Coffee, what was so important you had us slog through half the Zone to see you for?” Kateb groaned as he slumped into a creaking, uneven chair.
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