Alexi scoffed at the accumulation of snow overnight, as he heard the forecast from the radio as the female forecaster predicted another blizzard slated to hit that evening. He finished puffing his cigarillo as he walked to the door and flicked it out. "As far as I know Chance, Me and two others survived that operation. Out of 20..." He took a moment to take a deep breath of the frozen air and close the door, remembering the faces that were no more, more than likely rotting in the ground, or their ashes rested at the bottom of the sea. He quietly deadbolted the door and walked back to the kitchen to remove the coffee pot.<br/><br/>"I've also taken your advice and told your friends to notify us through proper channels if they get hint of anything looking for us out here." Chance spoke up as he dusted up the remains of his messy wake up drink. He took a moment to take a deep breath and respond. "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..." He looked to his watch. 0359. It was early, but his sleep schedule was erratic due to his paranoia and his inability to adjust to timezones. His eyelids were heavy, but his drive was strong. He walked towards the door leading to the basement, his lab, and rested his hand on the doorknob, before something popped in his head.<br/><br/>"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..." He stretched and opened the door to the basement. "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..." He then took a minute and chuckled at what he just said. "Kidding. We'll head out after our friends give contact. 5am. If you want, you can help me downstairs. Its warmer down there anyway..." He walked into the basement, a dusty, warm and humid room, where the light fixtures worked relatively well in the environment. The walls were plated with metal siding, and in the center of the room was an apparatus, with cables reaching to a computer with dual monitors. The apparatus looked in a state of disrepair, as parts were strewn about left and right. "So much work to do..."