Nikolav spent the better part of the days that passed just wandering the Stalker base and exploring, often conversing with others as she ran into them. She wouldn't say the time was eventful, a bit productive, but not eventful. Until Viktor came forth with his job offer, she had been sitting around in the lounge nursing a small hang over and trying to focus on a not so enjoyable book at the time. But she jumped at the offer, hoping that the fresh air and work would be good for her.<br/><br/>"Clearing out a radio tower, huh?" She said, placing her book down next to her. "Well if it's anything like some of those other buildings in the city you could use someone who's good with a lock pick." She stretched her arms and back as she stood up. "Let me go grab my shit and I'll be right out for that."<span style="font-style: italic">Don't forget that nifty knife</span>her voices whispered in unison, their interest in that knife concerned her slightly. It wasn't a long walk upstairs to the living quarters and to where she was sleeping, her bag nestled on the pillow, claiming the bed as her own. She worked fast as she pulled out all the holsters for her gear, strapping them to her. Her smaller tools, such as lock picks, were nestled into a small pouch on the strap to her shotgun's holster. She bent over and pulled her shotgun out from under the bed, and her pistol out from under the pillow. Slinging her shotgun and pistol into their holsters she grabbed her bag she headed back down with her helmet in one hand.<br/><br/>She waved at some of the Stalkers as she passed by them on her way back down, heading towards the direction Viktor ran off in. She wondered about who would join them on the job, hoping some familiar faces would be among them. Her mind wandered about what exactly they were going to run into, and what the reward would be, she wouldn't ask this out loud though.<span style="font-style: italic">Ask for a new gun or two</span>the voices whined at her, while not a bad idea she loved her crappy guns just too much to replace them, at least until they needed to be replaced. She would have to ask for a either a pouch or holster for that knife, having it in her bag wouldn't be the best if she lost the bag, or desperately needed the knife. She pulled her scarf closer to her face as she stepped into the cold morning air.<br/><br/>"Alright boss man, I'm ready to leave when ever everyone else is!" She yelled spotting the two men under the awning, Viktor leaning on what she could only assume was a large land vehicle under a tarp, that or a very expensive magic trick.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, let's see where this leads</span>she thought to herself as she walked closer scanning it over, and deciding it had to be some sort of large truck. "So, what exactly is this?" She asked, looking over the covered vehicle again. "I mean I assume it's a truck, but what kind of truck? And for what?"