"They've got the radio, and they know to only contact us at 0455 hrs and to keep their brief to 3 minutes or less and to use the code we provided for them. Their callsign is Ranger outpost 12, and ours is Mike..."<span style="font-style: italic">Mike Black Fox 0</span>Chance automatically completed in his own head watching Alexi stop speaking letting the words hang in the air, itâ€™s probably due to the lack of sleep recently. Chance was more prone to random movingâ€™s about as a child so sleeplessness was something he had gotten more used to than most and he knew how to just rest when he was given a moment to catch his breath even in the most uncomfortable of situations. Though he had to admit that Alexiâ€™s paranoia was almost enough to even displace him from his normally cool demeanor sometimes.<span style="font-style: italic">But fear is after all the mind killer</span>he always consoled himself.<br/><br/>Chance stood to go back to his readings when he heard Alexi start from the basement door. â€œ"I need you to go into town today. Past the fish market there is an abandoned shack. Knock 5 times and tell him you know the circle. He'll ask who sent you, tell him my name. He'll grant you access...â€<span style="font-style: italic">Finally some progress</span>Chance thought to himself.<br/><br/>"He's a weapons dealer. Goes by the name of Viktor. Get yourself an AK and 2,000 rounds of ammo, along with a vest for yourself. Don't ask me why. I have a feeling...If he asks for payment, shoot him..." Chance did a quick mental double-take at that, He was about to speak up before he heard the slight chuckle from Alexi. â€œKiddingâ€¦..â€ Chance let out a sigh as Alexi walked downstairs.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m a talker, not a fighterâ€ Chance said softly to himself as he put his book down and followed Alexi into the lab to help begin the long dayâ€™s work.