The establishment was… Large. A realm unto itself composed of concrete and steel. As Halak strode nervously through the makeshift stronghold's passages, he was taken by surprise a number of times by men and women flowing in and out of hidden, out-of-the-way doors. People, and mutants for that matter, of all kinds filled these ramshackle halls, and even Halak had to admit that the shared atmosphere with people not wishing him dead was an enjoyable change of pace.<br/><br/>After maneuvering through a number of different areas he found himself in a large common room. Conveniently, the man he was searching for, Viktor, was toward the front of the establishment. As he spoke, Halak took in his words with undivided attention. It seemed that the man he wished to speak to was leaving. For something dangerous no less. If Halak was unable to speak to him now, he knew enough to realize that no man was truly fit for conversation before going into a dangerous situation, he would patiently wait for his return. But, seeing as how the doctor of these Stalkers did so much to assist him, Halak felt he owed them something and so he found himself moving toward the meeting place. The best way to repay their help was to keep their leader from dying. He supposed that this way there was a better chance he would return to have that conversation he planned to wait for as well.<br/><br/>After a lengthier time than he would have liked being lost in the strange depths of the Stalker compound, Halak found his way outside. He wasn't sure which truck constituted the "cool" one, but he assumed it was the one that Viktor stood in front of along with a few other individuals. Slowly, Halak walked over to join those who would be his companions on this new mission. The thought that no one really knew who he was never fully crossed his mind as he took a mildly protective, though non-threatening, stance a few feet to Viktor's flank.