Viktor appreciated the compliment, and gave Darren a small smile and nod. "Thanks. Built this setup myself, mostly. The wood, I got some help with, but all the important things were made right here." He pushed himself off the wall when Darren set the dead man's backpack on the table, rolling his shoulders before getting to work unloading everything. Magazines and boxes of ammunition, general supplies like food and water, a map, compass, camping gear, a high-quality knife, a filtered breathing device, and a wad of money. Viktor briefly considered how good a haul this was, but knowing where it had come from soured the chances of celebration a bit.<br/><br/>"Anyone hungry?" He asked, holding up a small bag of what was some sort of dried mystery meat. While there was business at hand, Viktor could most definitely go for some food. His fatigue was in part due to a lack of sustenance since leaving for the job in the first place, but he was used to going without enough that he could stave off the uncomfortable emptiness in his gut for at least a while longer. He instead laid out everything they'd gotten from the bag, and moved the bag itself aside. It was pretty nice, not beaten up and able to hold quite a lot. Definitely worth keeping around.<br/><br/>Out of everything, Viktor chose one thing in particular for the taking: the rifle. His own was still in good shape, and was a reliable gun, but it was of primitive design and lacked the proper frame to accept modifications. This new one though, it came with quite a few add-ons, and even better, it was lighter. He took the empty rifle, devoid of a magazine, and shouldered it to test how it felt. It was very comfortable, and the sights were an interesting addition. While a scope<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>nice to have, he questioned the viability for mid-to-close range shooting - until he noticed a pair of small metal addons mounted on the rails behind the scope and up near the barrel.<br/><br/>Changing his stance, he flipped both into upward positions and then shouldered the rifle again, tilting it at an angle that brought them into his main aiming viewpoint. Offset sights certainly helped the range issue, and he had to admit, tilting the gun just made him feel cool. With a slight look of amusement, he went on to test other aspects of the gun, namely the charging handle, by pulling it back and mimicking the motions he'd need to perform with it after reloading. Finally, he unscrewed the suppressor, looked it over for damage, and put it back on.<br/><br/>Once he was done toying around with the gun, he set it back down next to his other rifle, taking the ammunition that was meant to be used with it. The extra boxes of pistol ammo were sectioned off for Liliana, while the rest was pretty much a free-for-all. Out of curiosity, Viktor also picked up the compass. In stark contrast to most of the gear, it was very old looking, as if it had already been an antique before the world's end. A dull brass case with slightly scuffed glass beneath the lid contained a white face with old world Cyrillic writing. It was a bit different than what one would see nowadays, but still easily decipherable. What made the old piece even odder was the fact that the needle was endlessly spinning in a circle, as if it was broken somehow. Viktor silently mused that he would take the thing to another person on base to see if they could fix it, and as he did so, the needle suddenly stopped and pointed out of the room's door, a direction that was distinctly<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>to the north.<br/><br/>His brows furrowed a bit, and as he eyed the compass for a few moments longer, the needle began to spin again. "Huh. Gonna need to have the doc look at this." What had previously just been an old oddity was now an object of interest, and to keep it safe, he stowed it in the button-sealed pouch pocket on his leg. Addressing the others, he spoke up again. "Alright, let's get something to eat. Maybe a few drinks. It's been a hell of a time the past few days. We've earned some rest."