Artyom spent the past night asleep in one of his old Tactical force partners Jet black jeep. Vladimir, the one driving him to his required location. After all, Vladimir owed Artyom a favor for saving his life during one of there missions. Of course, Vladimir could have gotten away from that collapsing building by himself. Yet Artyom was always a stickler for making people owe him something.... When they arrived at a military base. Artyom did not give a second look to Vladimir as he jumped over the Jeep door. Then slowed his pace to a steady walk while walking into the location.<br/><br/>Artyom was never one for trusting all that well. Though that was after his mother died and after the task force. He had lived every night of sleep a nightmare. A nightmare he could not wake up from. Black shadows everywhere in his thoughts. Of course that may even be a side effect of his fake eyes capability's. Artyom had never really thought about it. When a couple of men came over to him to verify he was on the job. Artyom could not stop himself from slipping his mask up past his mouth and nose. Just to be safe. His hood up. His mouth covered and his right eye glowing a bright blinding blue. He was verified. Then let into the base. Just before he slipped into the base. He glanced up at the sun.... he could guess the time was somewhere around 7:00-8:00, but he was a little rusty in the whole needing to know what time of day it was. As he operated at night most of the time.<br/><br/>Artyom walked the base and toward the waiting room he was suppose to go into. Suddenly, he started to miss his bow and knives. Unfortunately he would have to wait to have any type of weapon at all until they reached the point of no return at either the island. Or here. He did not like being weaponless.... Reaching the waiting room, Artyom slipped in. Coming to a stop, his eyes instantly fixated upon the women inside the room whom was sitting down. He grunted out loud a bit as if to say, 'who is this suppose to be?'<br/><br/>Walking forward, he sat down beside her. His poster low as he leaned forward in a position that his fore arms where braced over his knees and his back curved outward. Artyom looked at her side ways as he made a note of her appearance. "You the boss here?" he murmured. The question lingered in the air as he waited for a response, and his blue eye came at a glare from the lighting in the room.